Thanks for the reveiws! They are greatly apreciated :)
I'm going to Canada and Niagara Falls really soon, so I'm not sure I will finish the next chapter until I return home next week. But I'm still really excited about going on vacation (>',' )> (It's so hard to find a face that actually works on this format)
So anyways, here's another chapter-
For one day Erik avoided seeing Roselle. He left the gate open, expecting she would try to escape, but she never left his bedroom. He knew she was in there, because he would hear from her the song she sung the night they first met. 'Why would she ever sing in a situation like this?' he constantly thought as he paced back and forth between the candles. 'She sure has an odd way of acting in times of distress.'
Finally Erik decided to get Roselle to eat something. With a tray of chicken and wine, he entered the bedroom. He found Roselle in the swan bed, reading one of his books. Roselle was the first one to speak.
"What are you doing here?" she said while eyeing the tray. "Oh, I see. You want me to eat something, is that it?" She threw his book on the floor. "Well I'll never eat anything from you, you ugly gargoyle!"
"It seems we both are ugly gargoyles now," he responded, quite irritated with how she treated his property. "But the only difference my dear, is that you're distortion lies inside and out!" He found himself repeating what Christine had said to him the night they parted.
Roselle's face reddened with anger when he said this. She desperately tried to find a better comeback, but the only thing she came up with was, "How dare you call me dear."
Feeling that he had won the battle, Erik left the tray of food on the floor and exited the room.
He returned a day later to his sleeping chamber and found that Roselle had kept her word. The food was not touched. He glanced at Roselle. She had changed dramatically since he last saw her. She was pale, and very weak. She looked at Erik with blood shot eyes, seeming to find interest with his hand.
"Isn't that ring a little girlish for you?" she said in a frail but sassy voice. "Hmph, you probably don't have any fashion sense. I wouldn't be surprised if you had stolen it."
Erik, vexed from being mocked because of his most precious keepsake, responded under gritted teeth, "Someone special gave me this ring."
"Oh, Christine?" Roselle stood up, her weak knees causing her to gently sway. "She only gave you that ring because she pitied you!" She could sense Erik's anger heightening. "That's right, she only pitied you, nothing else!"
Before she knew it Erik had taken hold of her wrist. "How dare you say that!" he roared. "She loved me!"
Roselle laughed at this. "If she loved you so much, than why did she leave with Raoul?"
Erik did not reply to this. He glared coldly at her, his hazel eyes fuming with an intense ferocity as he tightened his grip on her wrist.
The pain started to cease her arm. "Release my hand at once!"
Erik did not obey, but instead tightened his grip. Her hand was beginning to turn white.
Roselle struggled to break free. She tried clawing her way out with her other hand, but that plan failed, and so she started gnawing at his hand with her teeth, breaking his skin.
Erik winced, but did not let go. The blood from his hand dripped down on Roselle's numb hand.
"Let go of me!" she screeched. Her scream caused the room to echo. Suddenly she fell into a series of coughs, each one worsening after the other.
Her coughing was so intense that Erik had become frightened, and released his grip, leaving a red mark on her wrist, which would soon lead to bruises.
"See what you've done!" she said under her coughs. "You've made me ill! I'm sick because of you!"
Shaken, Erik fled the scene. "I have harmed her." He said in a discouraged tone. "My vow has been broken."
