A/N: MEEP! That's all I can think of.
Disclaimer: Kathleen's mine. You know the drill. I realize I didn't do one for the last chappy, but I was just so ecstatic at breaking the Review-Ten threshold (you Star Trek fans out there will know what I'm talking about)
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Dammit! Kathleen thought. I don't even exist! What's up with that lake?
"What do you want to know about Demetria for?" Christine asked, unaware of what was going through Kathleen's head.
"Nothing. Just…nothing." This'll make double dating more difficult. Kathleen wandered off, engrossed in her own thoughts, leaving a bewildered Christine Daae in her wake.
"Erik!" Kathleen called. When he turned to face her—he had been shooting Raoul dirty looks—she waved him over. "We need to talk privately. Really privately."
Erik sighed. He didn't want to stranger his home. But she was looking at him in a way that said 'do it or you'll be hanging up there with Raoul.' Sighing again, he beckoned to her and led her into the labyrinth (A/N: Yes, I know, this makes Erik look like a wimp, but TRUST ME, he's not).
After maybe three minutes of walking, Erik stopped and faced Kathleen. "Say what you want to say," he told her. "No one but me can hear you here."
She looked at him, appearing as if she was about to cry. She brushed her hair back from her face/mask.
"Well?" he demanded. "Talk to me."
He was much nicer earlier.
Kathleen just stared at him.
"If you've got something to say, say it! Will you make me make you croak like La Carlotta at Faust?"
Kathleen's eyes overflowed, tears cascading down her one visible cheek. "I-" she choked. Just say it, girl! Say 'I love you' and kiss him! It's not that hard! But it was. She couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Very well, then," Erik snapped. He pointed down the tunnel. "Out's that way. And I'll be taking my property back." He peeled off her mask.
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Yes, short, I know, but I wanted to have the Cliffie of Doom.