I decided to make up for my slow update, that I would give you two update. Sound fair... do you guys forgive me? Good, then on to my sick and twisted little thoughts...
Chapter 25- True Nature
Isabelle attended all of her dance classes for the morning and was finished with everything except for "Don Juan" rehearsals before noon.
She sat in her dressing room, staring at the walls, closing her eyes occasionally to try to keep the beautiful voice from the night before in her head. She wondered if her letter had reached her mother yet.
About one o'clock a knock came at her door. She opened the door expecting to see Océane. Instead she was greeted by Jérôme's large and perfect smile. "Good afternoon Mademoiselle." He said, smiling an even more gaudy smile.
"Good afternoon, Messier Fort." She said, forcing a smile, though she was quite annoyed that he had interrupted her concentration.
"Please, it is Jérôme. Is this a bad time?" He said.
She shook her head, and walked out of her dressing room, knowing it would be inappropriate to invite him in. He offered her an arm and she took it. He led her down the hall around the corner and to a hall were there was a bench. He offered her a seat on the velvet covered seat.
She forced another obviously fake smile and sat. He followed suite and sat next the her. There was little space between the two, and Isabelle felt suddenly so terribly uncomfortable she might have screamed had she not known better. She simply tried to slide away from him in the least conspicuous way possible.
"Excuse my rudeness, but I was wondering, Miss Chagny, if Messier Delacour was just a friend or if it was possible that he was a suitor of mademoiselle."
Isabelle was a bit speechless but she recovered herself quickly. "Messier Delacour is, in fact, a friend. However, as we have not known each other for very long, the relationship is questionable."
"And, once again excuse me, but what does that mean?" Jérôme looked as if he was a child waiting for Christmas.
Isabelle stared at Jérôme for a second, almost as if she did not understand the question and then she replied, "It means… that Messier Delacour has been a gentleman, and we will continue to see one another as long as his behavior remains as such."
"Oh, thank heaven!" Jérôme exclaimed.
"I beg your pardon!" Isabelle question, quite confused.
"I thought…" Jérôme laughed, a hardy chuckle. "I thought that he was your suitor. I don't know what come over me. I knew that Mademoiselle Chagny would have better taste than that."
Isabelle's face, had Jérôme looked, would have shown him her disgust, however Jérôme was far too engulfed in relief to recognize her glare.
"Well then, if that is all…" He said, leaning in to her, and pulling her close with his hand.
"Excuse me?" Isabelle exclaimed, pulling away from him.
"I said that if that is all…" He repeated. Then he laughed once more. "Then we may put aside this charade."
He leaned into her and planted a firm kiss on her lips. She struggled to get away, and he pulled her closer to him. She kicked him hard in the shin, and he let go. She stood quickly to run, but he grabbed her by the arm. A sharp pain shot up her arm, and she felt something snap as Jérôme twisted her wrist.
"Ow!" She exclaimed, falling down to the bench.
"Isabelle!" He yelled, pinning her to the seat. "I thought that you would know better than to feel for that monster."
"He is not a monster." She struggled, still not sure if the statement she had just claimed was entirely true.
"Do you not know, Isabelle?" He said, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Did he not tell you?" He asked.
Isabelle closed her eyes, sure that Jérôme was about to do something terrible. "Did he not tell you who he is?"
Isabelle whimpered. "His father is the greatest monster of all time."
His voice was so low that only she could hear. "The Phantom of the Opera."
Isabelle felt a tear fall down her cheek. Suddenly she heard a large groan and the pressure of Jérôme's body against hers was relieved. She opened her eyes, but her vision was blurred. She heard a voice, familiar, yet strange. "Are you alright?"
She nodded, and then as she began to sit up, she felt her whole world go black. She fell back and hit her head with a smack on the bench.