Dun, dun, dun! I return! Thank you reviewers::bows: I love thee, I love thee all! Thou. You people. Whateva! So here's another chapta. I've been so gosh darn busy. So much writing going on in my life, so much stress and agony. Hah. Happy reading!
Elsa opened her eyes slowly, blinking in the dim light, coughing at the damp and dreary atmosphere that made breathing difficult. She groaned as she felt the newly formed bruises she had attained. Oh, and did she have a headache!
"Damn," she cursed, letting her head droop and all her limbs go limp. Not like it was going to matter, she wasn't going to fall over or anything. She was tied to a chair.
"Finally awake are we?" came a harsh voice from a corner of the room.
She squinted in the dim light. Yup, there was somebody over there, leaning against the wall...Oh yeah-
"Celui," she whispered, tilting her head up. Her hair was a tangled mass of curls and half obscured her vision. Hair tie anyone?
"Ah, you remember me," he smirked, moving closer.
"You know," she slurred, still half asleep and in pain, "you're not too good at this kidnapping thing are you?"
Celui raised an eye brow. He tied her up didn't he? What else was he supposed to do?
"You don't kidnap a friend of Erik's."
"But I have," he sat, patting her head.
"And you'll pay," she said simply. "You're own damn fault."
Celui grimaced. "What do you think you're precious Phantom is going to do about getting you back? Unless he hands over the Opera Populaire, you're...well, dead to me. Literally."
She sighed. Everyone wanted to kill her. How sad.
"You're only a boy," she said, looking at him. "Why did you want to do this? Follow a life of French domination?" she asked.
"Because...I had a bad childhood all right?" he grumbled unhappily.
She sighed again. What a cliche. People with bad childhoods turning to lives of misery, despair...and kidnapping.
"So Danielle told you everything?" Elsa said after a long silence.
"Well..not everything. I had another accomplice. One who informed me after you arrived at the Opera Populaire actually."
"Who?"
"I don't know if I should tell you, Mademoiselle. You may get angry."
As long as it wasn't Erik I'll be fine, she thought.
"Tell me, Celui," she said his name a tad mockingly.
"Christine."
"Say what?"
"Christine."
"Say what?" she repeated, shocked.
He sighed, aggravated. "Christine de Chagny told me about how you and Erik were growing so close. And then I met Danielle who told-"
"Wait, wait, stop. Christine told you about me and Erik? Why?"
"Haven't you figured it out yet!" he asked loudly.
"No, actually, I haven't! So you can stop your yellin' at me!" she yelled back at him from her chair."
"Christine wanted me to kidnap you. She was starting to get annoyed by you and Erik."
"Oh, she can get over herself," Elsa muttered. She never did like Christine...
"Sad...I wasn't really planning on kidnapping you," he said. "Danielle grew on me, and I was considering calling the whole taking-over of France off. But Christine persuaded me."
"With money?"
"40,000 francs if I kidnapped you."
Elsa scoffed.
"And another 40,000 if youwerenever returned."
Elsa was soundless-and speechless.
"So, if Erik doesn't give me the Populaire, I'll have you killed, somehow-haven't decided yet-and I'll still be rich, and I can take over something else."
"You're horrible, you know that? How much lower could you get?"
"I could take advantage of you," he chuckled.
Elsa rolled her eyes. Just try it, dude. Just. Try.
"But, I don't think I will..."
"You're lucky my arm is tied to this chair, Celui," she spat. "Or you wouldn't have a nose."
"Doesn't the Opera Ghost have 'a great lack hole that servesas the nose that never grew?'" he asked, changing the subject. "And if so...Why in Versailles would you fall madly in love with him?"
"Don't talk about him when you don't even know what he really looks like," she said quietly.
"Oh, I know plenty," he said with an arrogant wave of his hand. "He's got yellow skin? Cold hands? A living cadaver?" he hissed.
Temper rising, but temper will not get to me, I will pretend I am very tolerant, la la la...she thought with difficulty.
"And he beats people doesn't he? And tortures them just because he can? Shame," Gaston continued. "And you call me the horrible person."
"Quit while you're ahead Gaston," Elsa sighed, trying to control her anger. "Even though you're not really ahead. At all."
"Enough chit-chat for the day," he smirked. "I'll be leaving you here then. I'll check on you though...The next time I think about you."
He bowed his head mockingly and exited the room, slamming the door.
"Ya know what?" Elsa said to herself, tugging at the ropes binding her to the chair. "I am not happy," she sighed, leaning her head back and staring up at the ceiling. "Erik, you can come and save me now," she muttered bitterly. Dammit! She hated being the damsel in distress!
Haha...I mean. Gee, that sucks.Eh heh...'Nother chapter soon to come. Maybe tonight, probably tomorrow, definitely the next day if not tomorrow. I can't go two whole days without revising! Haha. Review, review, review! And people! Talk about the actual chapter this time, not just the darned sugar!