A/N: Totally flying blind here. No hard copy or anything :turns white: Oh well, Anya, my muse and TOTAL awesome comic book artist will save me. :taps foot: Anya? Where are you:smiles: I HAVE REVIEWERS! People that I totally DON'T know! Yay:dances around in gleeful celebration:trips over the computer: Worship the Aria Database.
Sorry if this bores you, but I HAVE to do responses again. WOOT 20 reviews! This is unheard of!
Beverly Vulcan Princess-Now, now, will Jack get mad if you're telling military secrets all the time:winks: Don't start with raging hormones on ME, sister, YOU'RE the one with TWINS (all others DON'T ASK!)
Phantomchild199-Hooray for my most faithful reviewer who doesn't understand the nuances of the Romulan Birds of Prey (aka not BVP). Let me see if I can answer your questions for posterity. Demetria is Christine's sister in the parallel place. Kathleen was never born. Again, in the parallel place this Erik's a different Erik (AU Erik's the right Erik). I clap. :claps loudly in a manner offensive to the Upturned Nose patrons of the Opera (she is still staked out there, remember):
BONANZA!-Look, guys, I warned you there were gonna be Parallel Universes, and if you don't understand it's not my problem. Yes, the point is that the ickiness was exaggerated (RAOUL'S HEAD NEEDS TO BE ON A POST IN MY FRONT YARD!). Yes, Carlotta. It's never been done, to my knowledge. I'm trying to be original here.
Blissful Rose-I made three people freak out? YAY! I wasn't aware of a Law of Phan Phiction, but I'm quite willing to break it anyway. Holy crap, gotta move, the police are coming. :grins, grabs a laptop, and runs:
Same mixed up Parallel Universe.
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah blah blah.
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"What in the name of Hell are you doing in my lake?" Erik asked.
AU Erik and Kathleen looked at each other then back up at Erik and shrugged.
"You cursed boobies!" Erik shouted. (A/N: I'm SOOO not making this up. In Leroux's book, Erik called Nadir a boobie. I nearly laughed up my spleen.)
"Umm…" Kathleen said. Can he not think of a better insult? "Erik, is there some way to placate him?" she hissed.
"Well, we could run away." (A/N: keep in mind that this is a parody)
Kathleen smacked him lightly on the back of the head. "Who are you? Raoul?"
AU Erik grabbed her arm roughly, causing her to curse with words that both Eriks were ashamed of. Oh great. Now I've got two Eriks pissed at me, she thought.
"NEVER COMPARE ME TO THAT FOOL EVER AGAIN!" he roared.
At the noise a pale, sickly looking face surrounded by blonde hair poked out of a door. (A/N: Enter, Fop) He took in the scene, noticing Christine standing rather too close to that Erik for his comfort, and two other individuals standing in the lake of all places, one of whom was wearing a mask, and her hair obscured the other's face. It was the masked one who had woken him up. Uttering a mild profanity—he would not lower himself to the vocabulary used by the Lady of the Lake—he drew his head back into his room and shut the door.
"Anyone else notice the long, uncomfortable silence?" Kathleen asked nervously. AU Erik still had a death grip on her upper arm. "Umm… Christine…" she still couldn't register that the girl wasn't Meg, "why don't you sing us something else. It would probably calm both of them down."
Christine cleared her throat nervously. She didn't really want to sing. She couldn't see either of the faces of the people in the lake, one of whom wore a mask like that Erik used to wear.
"Sing, mon ange," Erik whispered.
"If you insist," she said. She cleared her throat again, then began to sing the first thing that popped into her head; Desdemona from Othello.
He seemed so to me
He told me to undress, get into bed and
wait for him
Emila, please
Lay out my pure white wedding garments
upon my bed.
Listen! If I happen to die before you
Bury me in one of those veils.
I am sad always, always.
My mother had a poor maid
She was in love and beautiful
Her name was Barbara;
She loved a man that then abandoned her,
And she sang a song;
The song of the willow.
Undo my hair.
This evening I have haunted memories
of this lullaby.
"She wept singing in the lonely land,
the sad girl wept.
O Willow, Willow, Willow!
She sat with her head inclining upon her breast,
Willow! Willow! Willow!
Let's sing! Let's sing!
The willow will be my funeral garland."
Hurry; Otello will be coming in a little while.
"The brook flowed between the flowering banks,
She moaned in grief,
And her eyes flowed with bitter tears
in which her heart sought solace.
Willow! Willow! Willow!
Let's sing! Let's sing!
The willow will be my funeral garland."
"The birds flew down from branches
towards this sweet singing
And her eyes wept so much that
the rocks pitied her."
Here take this ring.
Poor Barbara!
She used to end her song with this simple saying:
"He was born for glory, I for love."
Listen! I heard a moan.
Who knocks at the door?"
"I to love him and to die.
Let's sing! Let's sing!
Willow! Willow! Willow!
Emilia, farewell,
How my eyes do itch this evening!
Is it the presence of weeping?
Good night.
Ah! Emilia, Emilia, farewell!
Emilia, farewell!
Kathleen looked at AU Erik. His eyes were half closed, and he was swaying slightly to the beat. She knew him well enough to know he was fantasizing about the blonde Christine. He had released her arm somewhere around the third 'Willow! Willow! Willow!'
She snarled, "So, one song and she's back at the center of your attentions." Kathleen shoved him fiercely into the lake.
She stared at her handiwork, then realized that AU Erik could have gone anywhere. He could even be…canoodling…with one of her more…complacent…doubles. She dived in after him.
The pale, blonde head had reappeared during the song, but slammed the door when he saw Erik move even closer to Christine, no doubt wanting to 'congratulate' her.
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A/N: Yes, I know, it went nowhere. I just wanted to have Kathleen get really pissed at Erik so I could break out of the confines of fluff. And any questions you might have about Demetria will be answered.
Kael: (walks in) (looks around) Umm… where am I.
Authoress: Christine, get out of my note.
Kael: (bewildered) Umm… I'm not Christine.
Authoress: Meg, get out of my note.
Kael: I'm not Meg either.
Authoress: (looks closer at KAEL) OOOOH! I see now! I completely apologize, sir.
Kael: Thank you.
Authoress: Raoul, get out of my note.
Yeah, so, it wasn't funny. But Anya and Demetria will understand, if they happen to read it. (DoktarZumgi says "Go to FictionPress, ja.)