Well, I'm back, and I come bearing a new chapter. Thanks again to all the reviewers, especially the ones who did a seperate review for each chapter and offered me marriage proposals and so on.

Also, I know my French is deplorable.


Erik led Marie-Suzette down the several miles of stairs and accross the lake to his lair.

"What's that?" Marie-Suzette asked, pointing.

"Zat is my organ," Erik said hesitantly. Marie-Suzette smiled.

"It's so big. Can I touch it?" Erik was conflicted. He had never let anyone else touch his organ before, not even Christine. Then again, he was so in love with... with... what was her name? Erik tried to remember, after all, they'd only met two days ago. Well, whatever her name was, he was in love with her.

"Oh, Erik!" squealed Marie-Suzette suddenly, jumping on him. Erik, startled, flailed his arms madly and crashed to the ground. He struck his head on the side of the swan bed and began bleeding profusely. Marie-Suzette squealed and quickly moved off him. "Oh, Erik, what's happened to you?" Erik didn't say anything. It might have been because he was unconscious. "Oh, Erik," said Marie-Suzette tearfully, kneeling next to him and cradling his head in her lap. She ripped the hem of her skirt and used it to dab the huge, bleeding gash in Erik's head. "Don't worry, darling, I'll nurse you back to health. Oh, if only it were me! Then I could die tragically in YOUR arms rather than you bleeding to death in mine!"

Erik regained consciousness in time to hear the last. "Pardon?"

Marie Suzette jumped. "Oh, nothing, honey bear. Now, go back to sleep. Sleep is the best thing for a concussion."


Again, I apologize for the short chapters, but it's easier for me to write them that way, and easier for you to read. So, ease all around. And I might be presumptuous in saying this, but I can almost promise youa sex scene in the next chapter. Stay tuned.