Oh Lordy, I'm so sorry, again! I have been so sick lately that the computer just seemed out of reach to me. I do request one thing from anyone who would please give me a timeline of events from the movie, pleaseeee? I get confused about what goes where. Thanks for the patience. I am feeling a lot better, my throat is just sore now, that's all. Now I type more! Woohoo! Yeah, this one is kind of funny just to get you out of the sad mood from the last chapter. Yay funny! Oh yeah, Meg calls Amile Ami just because that's what friends do! I'm also thinking about making a story of Amile just when she was little. Like, a humor story because of how cute she was when she was little! Anywho, read people! READ:eye twitch:
Chapter 25: Plans
Erik was almost proud that his daughter didn't fear him when he took off his mask. She loved him more instead. He felt like it was a bad exchange though. She telling him that she could see again in exchange for him showing his face. But she didn't act like it. Instead, she comforted him. Loving him and making sure he felt ten times better about himself. It had been the first time that someone had been almost neutral about him. His mother was disgusted, the gypsies were horrified or amused, Madame Giry felt tons of pity and sadness. But Amile on the other hand gave him more love than anyone had ever given him.
Much to his surprise, Amile had been unusually lighthearted since the whole thing. She walked around the lair happily, grinning and humming to herself. He watched in amazement as she danced around the place like a ballerina. He watched her as he wrote some notes to some random song. "Amile?" She did a weird spin on her toe to face him. "Yes daddy?" He raised his eyebrow at her. "What, may I ask, is wrong with you?" She shrugged. "Do I have a reason not to be happy?" This made him stop, shrug, then continue writing. Then she stopped again. "You know the Bal Masque is next week?" Now his attention was caught fully. Putting his work aside, he looked at her. "And...?"
"Well, maybe, I was wondering if...I could go? I mean, I'll go with Madame Giry and Meg. Just as like, a friend?"
He considered it. Now that she could see, she would have no problem fitting in. As long as she didn't go as the Blood Ghost and scare everyone half to death. Wait...death? He stalled his thoughts and replaced them with new ones. Maybe he himself would go. Death. Yes, he would go as Death. The Red Death. The thing of old legends. A malicious smile came to his face. "Of course you can go." She squealed in happiness and hugged her father tightly around his neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" In a flash, she was off to her room to plan everything. He smiled in her direction and shook his head. "Teenagers."
Amile's excitement was almost contagious. Erik too, was excited but held it back easily. He had his own plans. He would go as well, but he would enter in his own way. He sat at his desk, going through his own plans, organizing a mess of papers. Then he thought about his daughter and imagined how beautiful she would look. She wasn't one who liked to stick out much. Though when she was blind, she stuck out because of her red blanket. But she didn't know that. Now that she could see, she blended in. With costumes, especially for a masquerade, she would go in something simple that didn't make everyone stare or laugh. But she would blend anyway. Suddenly, she ran by him as fast as her legs could carry her. "Amile? Where are you going?" She stopped suddenly. "Just, up, there, somewhere." She let out a very nervous laugh. He raised his eyebrow again and glared at her. "Amile, I hate to tell you. You're horrible at lying." She smiled at her father. "Just trust me daddy. I'm not going to get in trouble. Promise!" He sighed and with a wave, dismissed her.
"Oh Madame Giry!" said Amile in a very excited tone as she stood by Mme. Giry's door. The door opened slowly and Mme. Giry poked her head out. Her mouth curved into a smile and she beckoned the teenager inside. "Come in! Meg is downstairs right now trying to sneak a few more things up here. Other than that, your dress is ready." Amile's eyes filled with excitement. She ran in the room and let another squeal come out of her. "Oh Madame Giry! It's beautiful!" she said, holding up a black dress with white underskirts. Madame Giry blushed. "Gabrielle and Lia helped me make it. And before we go, I'll do your hair and everything. Oh, and Meg is also getting something to add to the effect." As soon as she said that, Meg came through the door, holding up two black and white striped sleeves. Amile gasped and hugged Meg. Meg smiled and motioned for Amile to try it all on. Amile didn't wait a minute before going behind the dressing door and putting the dress and sleeves on. When she came out Meg gasped and Madame Giry applauded. "Beautiful darling. Very beautiful." Meg nodded and hugged her friend again. "Oh Ami! You look great!" Amile blushed and pawed the floor with her foot. Madame Giry touched a lock of Amile's dark brown hair and smiled. "Erik will be very proud of you."
As quick as a fox, Amile leaped downstairs with the dress in a bag. When she got back to the lair, she looked around cautiously, making sure Erik wasn't there. She hid the dress behind her bed. "Hello Amile." said a familiar voice. She whirled around and saw Erik in front of her. She grinned nervously. "Hehe, hi daddy!" He looked at her sideways. "What were you doing back there?" She looked around quickly. "Oh, ummmm, I thought there was a rat, that went behind my bed! Yep! Well, it isn't there anymore. I don't think there was a rat at all!" She felt herself blushing and he shook his head. "I mean it. You couldn't lie yourself through a crowd of the most gullible people in the world!" She laughed. "Really, it's nothing. I swear there was a rat!" Erik gave a dismissive nod. "Okay Amile. I believe you." She smiled and hugged her father quickly before running off again. He looked at where she was a minute ago. He looked down sadly, almost with guilt. He walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out his mask for the masquerade. It looked like part of a skull. "Do I really want to do this? I mean, it will be her first night out in public." he whispered to himself, setting the mask back in its place. He shook his head and sighed. "Yes... I do." he answered.
