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… and I don't have much to say. Tee hee. Anyways, I would like to inform you, that the cameos… I feel like they're my 'characters,' to say the least, and that…
I want to make them reoccurring. So deal with it. Thankee!
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Just for this Moment
Rachel had sent Ella and Nixie back to their dorms before Madame Giry came down and strangled her, and she did it all by herself.
Without falling in the water.
(Big Grin)
But now it was time for her talk with Erik. Needless to say, she was terrified of the man right now. He may be real calm on the outside, but in the inside he was this big 'ol pot of boiling stew.
She tip-toed to his room, and cracked the door open an inch.
"Pssst."
"Psst."
"Oh Erik, where for art thou Erik!" she yelled.
She could practically see him rubbing his head and cursing the fates for sending her to his doorstep.
"What do you want Rachel?" he asked.
"Oh, well, nothing, bye!"
He obviously forgot.
"Wait right there, Madame. That's right; we're supposed to have a talk, are we not?" Erik asked.
She stomped into his room and sat down in his armchair, and crossed her arms.
"I just wanted friends. It's not like it did any harm…" she said.
"Rachel, you know that you are not to bring anyone down here! No harm? NO HARM? They are going to go prance around and tell the wondrous story about how they saw the hideous Phantom of the Opera!" he shouted.
He was starting to give Rachel the vast impression of bug-eyed Christine.
"They will not, they promised!" she blurted out.
"A young girl's promise, then? Did you form some kind of pact that said that?" Erik sneered.
"Yes, as a matter of fact we did, we are now Sisters," Rachel said stubbornly.
"Sisters, you believe that they will warm up to someone who they have known for a day?" Erik asked.
"Yes, I do."
"Then you are very dim-witted, Mademoiselle. I do not want them down here anymore," commanded Erik.
"You can't tell me what to do!"
"I can, Madame."
"No you cannot, you are not my father!" Rachel ran out of his room, into the living room, and ran into her room, slamming the door. She flopped down on her bed and started crying. She knew that she was really going to regret the hurtful words she had said to Erik, but he didn't know how hard it was for her not to have someone to talk to most of the day. At home, she always had Lily to talk to, but she couldn't go on her computer, without Lily thinking she had been kidnapped.
Erik, on the other hand, was actually deeply hurt. He had actually for a second there, thought he was her father, but he wasn't. He had certainly acted like it though, for he was starting to care for Rachel as a daughter.
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"Madame, it is time for dinner," came a voice outside of Rachel's door.
"I'm not hungry," answered a muffled reply.
"You are coming for dinner, you haven't eaten anything all day," sighed Erik.
"How do you know?" Rachel asked.
"You are coming for dinner whether you like it or not, or god help me, I will Punjab you on the spot."
The door swung open, (almost hitting Erik in the face,) and a disgruntled Rachel came out of it, hair now coming out of her French braids, and in her evening clothes. She walked past Erik and sat down at her normal spot at the table.
The dinner was very silent-filled, and awkward.
"I'm going to go see Ella," Rachel said finally, and before Erik could answer she got into the boat and rowed off.
"Women," Erik muttered.
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"Ella?" Rachel whispered.
"Ellaaa?" she whispered again.
"El, are 'joo in here, mate?" she asked one last time. With that, she pushed the door open and fell through.
"Augh, she must be at ballet, still," Rachel said to herself. Before she could blink, a gloved hand appeared around her mouth, and another around her neck, and started dragging her away from Ella's dressing room.
Rachel was saying,
"Hey! You stupid sod, get away from meee!" But it came out as: "MmmMPPPH!"
She widened her eyes as he dragged her out into the ally.
"Mmmfff!" she asked.
She kicked at him, and tried to bite him, but he was too strong. Tears welled out of her eyes, but suddenly he let go. She heard gagging noises behind her, and then it stopped. She breathed in deeply and turned around.
There, standing in all his glory… was the Cookie Monster.
No, I'm just trying to lighten the mood.
It was Erik, of course.
Rachel looked at the body on the floor, and realized it was one of the stage hands. Her eyes widened at the rope around his neck.
"You, you," she looked at Erik and whispered, "You killed him."
Erik turned away. Of course. Now she knew him as a murderer, she would most definitely move out now, as who would want to live with a murderer?
Suddenly he felt a soft warmness around his middle, and looked down. Rachel was sobbing into his chest.
"Thank you," she said.
He awkwardly patted her head.
"It's alright… it is all alright, now. It's alright, I'm here…"
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After that night, it was as if the fight never happened. It was their first fight, and they knew it probably wouldn't be their last, so they simply let it drop.
Rachel went digging through her bag, as if she were looking in it for the first time. She finally pulled out what she wanted, a miniature photo book.
"Erik, look, I want you to see my family and friends, please?" Rachel said in a puppy-dog pout.
"Alright, come here," he sighed, but was equally curious.
Rachel ran towards him and plopped down at the couch he was sitting at.
She pulled back the cover, and there was a picture of two girls, hugging each other, their faces covered with paint. Rachel giggled slightly.
"That's me, the short one, and the girl with the black hair, that would be Lily," Rachel sighed, "She has really pretty eyes… unlike mine," Rachel wrinkled her nose.
"Anyyywhoooo," She dragged the word out so it sounded like it had seven syllables, "Next page!" She turned to page to show a family portrait. It seemed fairly recent.
"Ah, I've always disliked this picture. I smile really weird in photos. Well, anyways, the adults are my parents, of course, and the young girl, that would be my sister, Sofia. She's a doll, but as you can see, she has blonde hair that goes down to there, so we don't look much alike," she explained.
"And this, would be my dog, Padfoot, don't ask about the name, Lily helped me pick it out," she sniggered.
They continued looking at the pictures wee into the night.
By the end of the pictures, Rachel was sniffing back tears.
"Ack, dang these tears," she sniffed, wiping her eyes.
"Madame, are you homesick?" asked Erik, his eyes sad.
"Just a little, I'll get over it," Rachel said. For how was she ever going to get back?
"Maybe a little singing lesson would cheer you up?" Erik asked.
"Oh, yes! That would be wonderful, I've always wanted a singing lesson, but we didn't have a choir or anything at school, so it wasn't as if I needed one for anything," she said with a nervous giggle.
"Come," Erik led her to his organ, "Sing." He said simply.
Rachel stared at him.
"Excuse me?"
"Sing, I will pick up on the tune eventually," he said. "You can start out slow, if you like," he suggested.
"Um, sure, just let me think of a song," she said.
"Ok, I have one."
He looked at her expectantly, and she lifted her chin and started singing,
"Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight.
I need help believing you're with me tonight.
My wildest dreaming could not foresee,
Lying beside you, with you wanting me.
And just for this moment…"
Rachel sang to the end of the song.
"You sing well, a little pitchy here and there, but overall, okay. Was that another 'Wicked,' song?" Erik asked.
"Yes, it was. I know almost all of them by heart," she blushed.
"Would you sing me another one?" Erik asked, "It can be quicker this time," he prodded.
"Alright, here I go,
No one mourns the wicked!
No one cries, 'they won't return!'
No one lays a lily on their grave.
The good man scorns the wicked,
Through their lives our children learn
What we miss when we miss behave!"
"Well, that's just part of one…" she said sheepishly.
"I see, it sounds interesting, what is it about?"
Rachel leaned in excitingly, and explained all about the Wicked Witch and the musical, after she was done, Erik smiled,
"So it is like Opera then?" he asked.
"Well, I suppose musicals are a bit like Opera, except without so many scales, and with talking. A lot of them are funny," she said.
"I think I would enjoy one."
"I bet you would, Erik. But right now, I'm so tired it's not even funny! I'm going to bed, alright?" she asked.
"Yes, yes, you're excused."
"Thank you!"
When she was in her room alone, Rachel pulled out her laptop, and loaded it. She clicked on the Internet Explorer icon, and it pulled up. What was really surprising, though, was on her homepage, there was a picture of her!
She clicked on it and read the title, it said, "Young Teenager Gone Mysteriously Missing—And How Her Friend Made Contact"
"Oh no," she moaned, "Lily, you don't think--?"
But after reading the article, Lily did think that Rachel had been kidnapped, and evidently, so did the rest of the world. How worried her parents must be!
She swore and closed the laptop. This was not good.
Not good at all.
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FWEEEEEE. Ok, I know it's short, and how my other chapter was like, 10 pages long, but I am on a true writers' block, now, so this is what you'll have to deal with! Sorry! And please send me in questions, I luff them!
Alright, thankee to my reviewers:
Ocean Queen Kai: Yus, I will have more cameos, so never fear. :D
Potops99: Awr, thankee, you're making me bluuush. Tee hee.
aragornlover: I know! Ack, I hated all the cutting-off-arms-and-burning bit in Star Wars, but 'joo have to admit, Annie's kind of hawt. Oh, but not as much as Erik is, of course! The shame of thinking that, eh? Oh, yus, and you and Nixie will be in more chapters. :)
Nixieharpist: You are welcome. LOL, I don't think you can kick the fop where it hurts, but you can kick him or step on his foot or something in later chapters. xD
And ask questions, they are funness!