"What Lies Beyond"
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Chapter 3: Q&A
Erik's POV
The woman in my arms gave me one glance and fainted. What a suprise. I had to admit she was very beautiful. Shoulder length brunette hair, porcelien white skin, and if he was not mistaken, saphire blue eyes. She looked about 20 years old and she was not tall at all. She was probably 5"2'. Her clothes stuck to every curve on her body and did not leave much to the imagination. She had much more of a chest than Christine. Her hips were very curvy and she had a tiny waist. I would have continued to look at her had she not have started shivering.
I carried her over to the swan bed and laid her down upon its' silky sheets. I looked around in confusion because, I didn' know what to do about her clothing issue. Her dress was soaked and if left on her, she would probably catch phemonia. He carefully took off her dress and set it aside. She was wearing a corset with some clothes underneath that I had never seen. She must not be very modest. I laughed.
I got one of my white shirts and slipped it on her. She was so short that my shirt came down to her knees! It came down to my waist. I tucked her under the satin covers and watched as she took long, deep breaths.
Mary's POV
My head hurt so bad. I felt like I had gone to Hell. I opened my eyes and saw an unfamilier ceiling. Hey, maybe this is Hell... I sat up slowly and looked around. I was in a swan-shaped bed surrounded by a black see-through curtain. I looked through the curtain and saw various pieces of furniture until my eyes fell on a chair. There was someone in it. I slowly inched my way closer and saw that it was a man and he was asleep. I looked at his face and gasped in shock.
"Gerry Butler?" I said aloud.
The man began to stir and opened his eyes. He was clearly aggrivated because he was awakened. He looked at me and his look softened a bit, but not much.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my home?" His voice was so velvety smooth but as firm as a rock. I just stared at him in awe. This was the man of my dreams. This was the Phantom of The Opera!
"Again, mademoselle, Who are you and why are you here?" He said obviously trying to control his temper.
" My name is Mary Jane, Mary Jane Johnston...and...umm...I don't know how or why I am here.." I managed to choke out.
He looked at me with a puzzled look and said," What do you mean?"
"Seriously, I have no clue how I got here but the last thing I remember was that I was singing, in my new house in Paris 2005, and I was wearing that dress!" I said pointing at the dress that was set in another chair. He gave me a look that obviously meant I'm crazy. Great I'm stuck in Paris, in God knows what year, and the man of my dreams thinks I'm crazy!
Erik's POV
This girl had lost her mind! 2005? That's crazy talk! But she obviously stuck to her point because she showed no sign of dishonesty. I decided to play along.
"Alright," I said," I believe you."
She looked relieved at my words and she looked at what she was wearing. "Did you dress me?" she said, with a small smirk.
"Well, you see mademoselle,...you would have gotten sick...and so I ...umm.. so, I changed you into something dry..." she smiled sweetly at me while I had pratically stuttered all the words out. Why am I so tounge tied around her?
"Are you hungry?"I asked desperately trying to change the subject.
"Actually I am.."she said looking shy all of a sudden.
"No need to be shy, mademoselle." I said giving a sexy smirk. What am I doing!
I went and got her some assorted fruit, bread, butter, and a glass of wine.
She ate and looked at her surroundings as I looked at her. Her eyes were absolutley gorgous. They were saphire blue with dark green just around the pupil. She saw me staring at her and blushed.
Mary's POV
I looked around his home and felt his eyes boring into mine. I looked at him and blushed. Why does a simple look have me blushing?
He was very handsome. Even his mask was sexy. It only added to his mystery. Even though I know his story. He was dressed very politely: He wore a white button up shirt with the top open a bit so you could see a little of his chest, and black trousers that would be considered high-wasted in my time but was hot here. His hair was slicked back and his eyes...oh his eyes, they were the best of all. At first glance you would say green, but if you looked closer you could see gold specks that glowed in the candlelight.
He sensed me staring at him and gave a aggrivated sigh.
"Find something amusing on my hideous face?" he said heatedly.
"Oh, I was just looking at your eyes!" I said understanding his statement.
"What about my eyes?" he asked amused.
"Well, they're beautiful," I said," they are green but if you look close enough...you see the brightest gold specks that make them shine." I looked at my lap nervously.
"Thank you, mademoselle." he said kissing my hand. I blushed so red I must have looked like a cherry because he chuckled.
"Your quite welcome moursuir'...?" I asked.
He hesitated but then said, "Erik", he said in a quiet whisper, "You may call me Erik."
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