Yay! You really do love me! Yes, the reviews are what I live on, then again, they're what Amile lives on too. I live on reviews, ramen noodles, mochalattes, and my dog and my sister bugging me all the time. Fun to be me, no? I'm also following the movie guidelines because it seems more practical. I did like how Leroux had the chandelier fall when Carlotta stared singing, but moving the crash to the end seems more practical to me. And here the Raoul bashing begins! ::hands out sticks with metal spikes on the ends:: Oh how I dislike that flaming queen. ::evil grin:: Bash away my reviewer children, bash away!
Chapter 16: Return Of The Blood Ghost
Erik had returned Christine to the opera house again. From what Amile had heard, Christine had taken a couple sick days that had to be filled in by Carlotta. Amile missed running around the theatre now. But she probably could, now that Erik seemed to be in some sort of trance. He probably would never notice her. But she didn't want to go against the precautions he set for her after the scenery incident. She took that as a caring motion from him. Even when he was going against her, sometimes his sweet, parental side would come to play, as though it was reaching for Amile through the obsessive outer-shell.
One night, about a week after Christine had stayed the night, Amile laid on her bed. She felt almost disguted that Christine had laid there as well. She pawed at her sheets like a dog trying to get the sense out. Finally, getting tired of disgusted clawing, she collapsed. As she was trying to sleep, she felt a hand stroking her hair. Opening one eye that still revealed total darkness, as usual, she glanced upwards. Seeing nothing, she still knew it was Erik. He sat on the bed and kissed her cheek. Then his finger traced her jawline.
"Oh Amile, I wish you knew how much I do love you. I really do. But, I love Christine as well. I feel I must choose between you. And I don't know who."
The spark rekindled in her heart, causing anger to flow through her. But she kept herself still, allowing Erik to kiss her cheek one last time before he got up and went to Christine again.
As soon as she was sure that he left, she got up. An idea had come about in her mind. No one said the 'Blood Ghost' was actually gone. But now it would be different. While the 'Opera Ghost' seemed harmless, the 'Blood Ghost' was the chaos represented throughout the theatre. But Erik was more well known now. Everyone now thought that Erik was the real Blood Ghost. She knew that she had to prove them wrong. Finding one of her father's spare masks, she hunted down some paint. She used her sense of touch to know what color. She found that each color had a different heat intensity. For instancewhite had the lowest, while black had the highest. She felt the black paint and began painting away like mad. Then she found the red and worked with that. Her wish to see restarted as she finished. Her goal was to make a mask so horrific, everyone would cower in fear of her. And it would be her's.
She found her red blanket after she was sure the paint had dried and put it on. Then she put the mask on. For some reason, she felt like a new person. Her heart raced and her fingers twitched excitedly. She was ready to reclaim what was rightfully her's.
In some sort of delighted, yet sickening glee, she pranced upstairs. She felt her way around quickly and quietly. Right when she felt that she was close to the stage, a voice stopped her. "Who are you?" it demanded. It was a man's voice. She shrank into the shadows and hissed, "Who are you?" He growled.
"I am the Vicomte de le Changy. My first name is Raoul. Now answer me."
She cackled wickedly. "I am the Blood Ghost, sir. I have lived in this theatre for my whole life. Now will you excuse me?" He laughed slightly. "Blood Ghost, eh? Step out of those shadows and show me." She growled back at him. "No, I refuse." He sighed gently. "Well then, if you have lived here all your life, do you know where Christine Daae is?" She laughed almost insanely. So this was Christine's childhood sweetheart. "Well, Monsieur, I don't think you are worthy of any secrets of this opera." He scoffed at her. "Excuse me madame. I'll have you know that I am donating to this place, now tell me where Mademosielle Daae is!"
"Oh, you may pay for this place, but you don't own it. Now move out of my way."
"No."
"You try my patience you fool."
She growled at him threatingly. "Move or you will regret it." He laughed again. He was annoying her. "Why should I?" She made it clear why when she stepped out of the shadows, revealing herself. Mask and all. He gasped in horror. Then she heard he leap out of the way. She laughed and waltzed passed him, casually. "You do not annoy the Blood Ghost." she said clearly.
