Yeah, I'm sorry I haven't written in a bit… but I do have a life out side of writing, you can't expect me to write like EVER DAY, can you? Not to mention, my dad is having medical problems…BTW… soon Band Camp will be staring… so that means a lot less writing, sorry

And yeah, I'm not too sure about the technology of the 1800's… so the bathroom-ness, SORRY.

It's been two weeks. Erik thought to himself, TWO FULL WEEKS. 'He kidnapped her' he thought to himself. 'I have to get her back' he said looking at the wedding dress. He sunk into a chair. But how? How? He loved her, something had to be done to this, madman.

"Oh how the tables have turned" he said a loud, but to himself. A tear slid down his face. He must have married her by now. 'What about the baby?' he asked himself 'an innocent caught in this web of deceit and lies.'

He ground his teeth at the thought of his child being brought up by Chris. A Brilliant idea popped into Erik's head. He practically ran over to his wardrobe. He pushed through the layers of Black, and the occasional white shirt, to find 'it.'

He gave a brief smile. He touched the soft red fabric. 'Oh how I love masquerades' he thought to himself. A wicked grin crossed his face. "Why so silent good monsieurs?" he asked nothingness, pulling out the sword, and parrying with air.

"It looks wonderful" Chris said as they walked into the grand hall of the Opera Populaire. "Doesn't it Charlotte" he looked at her. Her now dull eyes were fixed a head of her, at nothingness. She hadn't said two words in the two weeks they'd been together.

Charlotte's once gleaming eyes were now dull, she said nothing, did nothing. She only ate to keep the baby healthy. The baby, her last momentoe of her Erik, her beloved. She closed her eyes trying to remember him, his look, his smell, his touch.

Her stomach stirred, she held it, and ran to the bathroom. She puked as was the regular routine. She had been even more sick at the loss of Erik. She longed to see his… face? She looked in the mirror. "Erik?" she asked. He made a mere jesture to his lips, and he was gone.

She splashed water on her face, and carefully reapplied her makeup. 'what are you going to do mon amee?' she thought to her self. She walked out of the bathroom. That was the most excited she'd been in two weeks, she was now smiling.

MASQUERAUDE! PAPER FACES ON PARADE!
MASQUERAUDE! Hide you're face so the world will never find you
MASQUERAUDE! Every face a different shade
MASQUERAUDE! Look around, there's another mask behind you.

Flash of mauve
Splash of puce
Fool and king
Ghoul and goose
Green and black
Queen and priest
Trace of rouge
Face of beast
Faces!
Take your turn, take a ride
On the merry-go-round
in an inhuman race

Eye of gold
Thigh of blue
True is false
Who is who?
Curl of lip
Swirl of gown
Ace of hearts
Face of clown
Faces! Drink it in, drink it up
Till you've drowned
In the light
In the sound
But who can name the face?

MASQUERAUDE! Grinning yellows, spinning reds
MASQUERAUDE! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you
MASQUERAUDE! Burning glances, turning heads
MASQUERAUDE! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you
MASQUERAUDE! Seething shadows breathing lies
MASQUERAUDE! You can fool any friend who ever knew you
MASQUERAUDE! Leering satyrs, peering eyes
MASQUERAUDE! Run and hide, but a face will still pursue you.
MASQUERAUDE! Paper faces on padade
MASQUERAUDE! Hide your face so the world will never find you
MASQUERAUDE! Every face a different shade
MASQUERAUDE! Look around, there's another mask behind you
MASQUERAUDE! Buring glances,turning heads
MASQUERAUDE! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you
MASQUERAUDE! Grinnning yellows, Spinning reds
MASQUERAUDE! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you.

Charlotte inhaled 'if Erik were to make his apperance…' her eyes shot up to a dashing red cloaked, death veiled man "it would be here" she said aloud. Chris tightened his grip around her wrist. She shook him off, she hated being held, especially by him.

Why so silent, good monsieurs?

Did you think that I had left you for good?

Have you missed me, good monsieurs?

Erik stopped singing when he laid eyes on Charlotte. He was shy to sing infront of her, he didn't know why, instead he cleared his through and spoke clearly. "You shall preform Don Juan Triumphant, once more, this time, it has been revised" he said holding out a copy of the score. He through at their feet.

He walked up to Charlotte, she would have freely walked to him, but he was doing this to protect her. And going along with the act he held the chain around her neck Which happened to have the ring he gave her on it.

"Your chains are still mine, you belong to me!"

I hope you like.. I had to update :)