Sorry i havent updated this, i've had a serious case of writers block again. Plus i've been preoccupied with school and stuff.
I stared at the letters for a few minutes before bursting out in laughter at the sight. This was way too iroic. I looked at the large trick mirror, still giggling uncontrollably. I had no idea that it was a trick one. Thus,I didn't know who was standing behind it, watching me laugh. Watching my every move. I sat down on the big, luxorious bed, calming down. After a few seconds, I got up again, walking to the small bathroom to see what was there.
I peeked my head in, seeing a large mirror and a sink, and a big tub with curtains draped around it. "Wow, Christine's spoiled..." I thought with a chuckle. there was a cabinet with numerous soaps, scents, and perfumes all lined up in a row inside. I took my time to smell and admire each one.
When I was finally done and content, I walked back out. I layed down on the bed and closed my eyes, completely unaware that he stood there, infront of me. He remained silent, just watching me.
I opened an eye, only to see his face. For a minute I didnt know who he was. I screamed and jumped up, but that only caused him to clamp his hand over my mouth urgently. I blinked in surprise. "It's just me." he whispered. I slowly began to realize what was happening. I tried to tell him to let go of my mouth, but he didn't. I found no other choice the to bite his hand. Hard.
He jumped away from me, looking at his hand in anger and pain. I winced at the taste of his glove in my mouth. I would have found the look on his face utterly funny if I hadn't been so terrified. "I tried to tell you..." I wagged a finger at him. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"That man you were talking with," he started, clearly trying to hold back the anger inside of him. "Who was that?"
I looked at him, an eyebrow raised in surprise. "Just an old friend. why do you ask?"
"N-no reason." he looked at me, sounding like a little kid who lost his lollypop. I could see a small hint of jealousy in his eyes, but made no comment of it. I decided to take advantage of this by walking closer. He only jumped backas I neared him.
"What's wrong? You weren't like this when I saw you last..." I grinned mishievously. "Erik."
"And you weren't like this when I saw you last." he crossed his arms. "Annie."
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, moods change. and right now mine's changing to pissed." I spat back at him in disgoust. I knew I would have hell to pay, but to be honest, I didn't care. I was enjoying this.
Erik changed the subject instantly. "And what might you be doing in this room?" he looked at the fancy words reading 'DAAE' in curiosity.
"THIS," I hopped infront of him. "Is my new room. The old dressing room of the formally known 'Fluffhead Daae'." I smirked in triumph as his expression turned cold again. He backed me against the wall angrily, holding my hands above my head as i squeaked in pain.
"Don't you ever refer to Christine like that." he hissed, sticking his face infront of mine. "You ignorant, selfish brat." I felt like slapping him straight across the face. but then I remebered he had a grip on my wrists.
But then something came over me. I'm not sure what. But I began to laugh. and laugh. and laugh. He only glared more, pressing his body against mine, thinking i'd be intimidated. But I only laughed harder. He was making a fool of himself!
"What, pray tell, is so FUNNY?" he hissed, tightening his grip on my wrists.
I slowly began to stop laughing. "I'm sorry, Erik." I said in between giggles. But I wasn't that sorry at all. I truly thought the whole thing was hillarious. He didnt say anything, but I could feel him slowly loosen his grip. Just when I thought things had calmed down, he threw me to the floor harshly as I cried in pain.I looked down at my wrist, with now hand shaped bruises on them. then when I looked back up at him, he was gone without a sound.
