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PART ONE
Chapter Two
Erik, being the big, strong man that he was, quite easily carried the senseless girls one at a time to lay them on the gravel shore of his lake.
In the light of his candles and the small bit of sun shining in, he could more clearly observe the intruders.
They both appeared to be around the age of fifteen, and were dressed like male gypsies. At least, that's all he could think of to compare it to. One was blonde – the one called "Steve" – and the other had light brown hair. They could be two of the ballet rats, but he had never seen them before. How the devil did they get in my closet?
"Only one way to find out…" he snatched up the dark-haired girl and tossed her into the shallows. The blonde immediately followed.
Coughing and sputtering, they woke up. At the sight of the half-naked Phantom, Steve fainted over again.
"Steve!" the other girl broke out of her drooling trance to pull Steve's head above the water and smack her a few times.
Soon they were both back in the said drooling trance.
"Who are you?" he asked harshly. Getting no response, he leaned into their faces, snapping his fingers loudly. "Who. Are. You?"
Steve jumped and moved her eyes finally from his…er, exposed chest to his face. "I'm Steve Wraith and she's Shoe Anders."
Shoe had also now turned her attention to the conversation and nodded wildly.
"How did you get in my closet?"
The girls look at him, each other, back at him, and shrugged their shoulders, grinning stupidly. Erik stared at them unbelievingly.
Suddenly, Shoe turned to Steve, "Oh-my-gosh-Steve!"
Steve shrieked, "What!"
"The Phantom of the Opera just threw us into his lake!"
"Oh. My. Gosh." They both squealed and bounced up and down from their positions in the water.
"Mademoiselles – " Erik started, but stopped abruptly when Shoe stood up and ran, water flying, in the direction of his bedroom.
He quickly strode after her, forgetting Steve for the moment. The latter jumped up and started dripping water all over his floor and artwork.
Following a trail of water, Erik entered his room to find Shoe in his closet again. "What are you…?"
He trailed off as Shoe turned around, swishing his spare cape on her shoulders as she did so. She held his red-death mask over her face and grinned up at him. "'Ello."
Erik glowered at her greeting. "What are you doing here, give me my cape, and LEAVE!" He grabbed the mask off of her and moved for the cape when he heard painful chords pounding out of his organ from the main room.
"I am going insane!" He exclaimed as he ran once again out of the room, pulling Shoe with him by the arm.
TBC
A/N: thanks again for reading. more to come.
COMING UP IN CHAPTER THREE:
"Whoa! What's that?"
"Or that?"
"Out, out! OUT!"