Chapter 2: Computer Time

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Berg growled lowly. She had found the small room the Phantom...Erik...pointed out and was rather pleased with it. Small but not entirely cramped. low ceilinged, but she wasn't all that tall anyways. A slab of stone served as a bed-thing, which was good because Berg wasn't all that fond of soft things. That would explain the larg rock resting where a pillow would have been. But why was she angry? I'll tell you why! She couldn't shift! This caused her to be vulnerable. She hated to be vulnerable. Her violet human eyes starded aggitatedly about the room before she nodded and slumped down against the wall.

"I didn't do it, but if I'd done it, how could you tell me that I was wrong!" She mumbled the part of one of her favorite songs in her soft alto voice. Gods...Her fingers came up to massage her temples as she thought things over. She didn't get to far into the thought, though, for someone had rapped sharply upon the makeshift wooden door she had foraged.

"As I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping..." She muttered under her breath before hauling herself into a standing position. She made towards the door and cracked it open, peering out into the light swirling blackness.

"As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door.

Only this and nothing more." Well? Who's there and what do you want?" She hated messing up 'The Raven' by adding one of her spiteful comments at the end to ward off a visitor, but she couldn't help it. Soon the tall, thin figure of Erik could be outlined. His wite half mask was covering the deformed part of his face and he wore his nice evening attire. Berg blinked her eyes a bit before withdrawing from the crack and checking herself for drool. Last thing she wanted to do was appear childish infront of her obsession, especially without her ability to shapeshift. She opened the door a bit more and poked her head out, eyes narrowed.

"Dinner is ready, mademoiselle." He purred before once again vanishing into the darkness, probably to sit at the table and await her arrival. Damnit. Well, she had best present herself.

The girl, supposedly to be seventeen, slowly made her way from the room and towards the dining area, eyes wide as she got used to the all engulfing darkness. She would eventually find her way to the room where the food was served at and narrow her eyes. There was Erik, sitting tentivly at the far end of the table and watching her. "Baisez-le..." she scowled, slipping into the chair staring down at the food on the plate infront of her. In all truths', she was starving. But she wasn't about to let onto that.

"Excuse me?" Erik's voice brought her from thoughts.

"What?" Berg asked in a low, dangerous tone.

"What was that you just said?"

Berg blinked. Was he talking about the curse or the word what? Her left eye twitched and she shrugged. "Nothing. Just something my friend always says." She looked back at the plate and quirked a brow. Bread, vegetables, a few little pieces of meat and some unidentifiable fruit. Her eyes flickered and she broke out in a big smile. Vegetables. She looked up and glared at Erik before scowling and picking up the plate and resting it on her lap. She scooted the chair back and brought her legs up to cross and then started to nibble on the few vegetables gracing her plate. Then she wouold nibble a bit on the bread and swallow one of the meat pieces before placing the plate back upon table and placed her elbows on her knees and let her hands slip inside the space that her legs made when crossed. She surveyed Erik and gained a softer expression, much to the relief of Erik himself, who found her rather frightning with a scowl planted across her face and a glare flicking her eyes.

"Mademoi-" Berg cut Erik off sharply while keeping her soft expression.

"Berg, monsieur Erik. My name is Berg Osserfire. Erreur or Illusion are the nicknames my friends have dubbed me with. Please do not call me mademoiselle, for I have a name and I am not some idiotic Bi-" She was cut off when a rather large brick was thrown at her elbow.

"GAH! Funny bone! Not Funny!" She collapsed backwards, taking the chair with her. She snarled and raised the brick and was ready to throw it in Erik's direction when writing became illegible.

PG-13, mate.

Berg glowered at the brick before it poofed. She climbed up and stood, bringing the chair up with her. She narrowed her eyes at Erik and would surely have bristled had she been in her otter form. Erik sat there, looking as calm and cool as ever, which caused Berg to seem to become more inraged and she slipped silently off to her room. It seemed the angrier she got the easier she could sneek about and stalk. That could come in handy.

Berg snarled and slamed the wooden door with a rather large crack. Her eyes searched her room until stopping on something that hadn't been there before. Duffle Bag? A questioned look spread over her face and she moved towards it. It was black with a silver abstracted wolf head on one side. On the otherside a yellowish colored paper was taped at the top. She leapt at it and tore it open. The violet eyes glimmered happilly and she picked up the blood red gem that had dropped from the note-looking thing. The rubty wasabout as big as a dime and as thin as paper with a black stone stuck in the middle About the stone was a silver stemmed black rose design. She practically squealed with delight.

"Lobo!" She carefull opeed the not the rest of the way and scanned over it.

Dear Illusion,

My dear Berg! What happened? Where are you? Arg...that's not relevent(whatever that means). All I know is that you ain't here and you might need a few things. In the bag this note is attached to, you will find multiple sets of your clothing, a black robe, an over coat, a black cape, night clothes, a laptop with extra batteries and two of your nine favorite throwing daggers. I believe Helxin and Dubro are the two a grabbed. I have access to your computer over here and I will be awaiting word from you. Don't worry about internet connection, I've delt with that. You wouldn't believe how much Hareshi knows about compters. She's a real genius when it comes to electronics! Well...be careful, wherever you are, don't let anyone get the batter of yah and kick any guy that thinks he can control you. that or castrate 'im.

Your Disturbing Fea,

Lobowolf

Berg grinned and looked over the note a few more times. She placed the note beside her and kneeled down to look through the bag. An assortment of black, crimson and grey colored outfits, one black and one maroon sleeping robe, one crimson and one black swirled night shirts, a black cape, an earthy brown over coat, a black labtop with red and silver swirls decorating the top, about twenty extra pairs of batteries and a strange box that looked like it attached to the computer. Hareshi's 'genius', she supposed. True to her words, the Lobowolf character who had sent the things has included a large almost flat box that was present at the bottem of the bag. Berg brought it out and gazed fondly over the silver and blood red designes swirled over the top of the case/box thing. On the front was a touch-active lock that was in the shape of a wolf head. The silver furand red eyes flashed in the dim light and she pressed the rud eye lightly. There was a soft click and Berg placed the case on the floor, opening it slowly. The inside was coated in black velvet, and in the center were two daggers. One was a blood red hilted with black jems tracing down each corner. The blade looked to be made of stone, but she knew it was made of one of the strongest metals on earth. The other had a black hilt with the same blade, only instead of black jems on the corners of the hilt there was a single hole at the bottem. If Berg was in combat, a spike would emurge from the whole and she would be able to fight with both blade and spike.

Berg giggled and fell backwards, a sigh lifting from her lips. "Merveilleux!" She said softly, resting her hands behind her head. Then she got up again. She snapped the case closed and stashed it once more into the bag before drawing out the laptop and the black box. She flipped it open and placed it on the stone she used for a bed. She suddenly stopped moving and closed her eyes. She had been caught up in the excitement to much to notice that Erik had started to work at the main organ. She sighed and looked as if she would melt into a puddle as his slender fingers danced across the ivory and ebony keyes, creating beautiful music. Soon she brought herself back and opened the computer and flicked it on. Soon she would be clicking away on her keypad in some chat room. Just as she had written, Lobo was also there, awaiting word from the shapeshifter.

Berg enters the rooms

Lobowolf Berg! My god, matey! Where are you! I am worried as hell about you!

Berg 'Tis okay, messmatey. I'm good. No need to worry. I am stuck with Erik...

Lobowolf Whaaat! Monsieur le Fantôme? Truely!

Berg Yah...truelly. Though I've been a real chienne. 88

Lobowolf Why? I thought you adored him?

Berg I DO! It's just that...well...when I got here I hit my head. Hard.

Lobowolf frowns and hugs Berg comfortingly. "Pore matey. Yeh can't shapeshift?"

Berg nods and grumbles curses. "Whats worse is that he tried punjabbing me. I'm in human form at the moment and I look like a fat seventeen year old. I havn't told him that I'm not even close the age of seventeen."

Lobowolf Tell him, Berg! I mean, it ain'y liek he's gunna care or anyt'ing.

SilverFang enters the rooms

Lobowolf ...

SilverFang ...Hi Lobo! Er...Am I inturrupting something?

Berg Oh...er...Hi Silver!

Lobowolf ...

Berg Well...I need to go...Erik stopped playing his organ and I need to go try to shift again...I'll talk to yah in a few hours. Bye...!

Berg Exits from the rooms

Berg flipped the power switch and silently closed the computer before bushing it into the bag again. She drew out a maroon shirt and a pair of black jeans. Gods was she glad Lobo and her had the same taste in clothing... She placed the clothes on her makeshift bed and moved towards the door. She opened it the slightest and blinked. No one. Good. She closed the door slowly and then moved her bag over to block the door. She dashed back to the bed and stripped, tossing well aimed unclean clothes into a corner before bringing on her other clothing. When they were on, she flexed herself happilly and then moved over towards her bag. She scooted out of the way before drawing out her maroon robe. She flicked it on before again withdrawing her computer and moving towards the bed again. She sat cross legged on the stone slab, flicked open the computer, turned it on and clicked on the internet button. Instead of going to that chatting website she went to an e-mail site. She logged into her own accout and started to type a mail to probably Lobowolf.

Lobo! Hi! Thanks for the stuff, my wolfeh mate! I can't squeal enough on how you chose my two fighting daggers instead of the throwing ones, I feel like there could be hand to hand combat and I robably wont get to assassinate anyone here...oh well...Oh! Can yah send meh some more stuff to survive here? I need the Following: CD player, the CD with Chicago and Evanecense music, a few long Maroon and Black Skirts(yes...skirts...scowls), ONE BLACK DRESS! I want it LONG and I want one that shows NOTHING below my neck line! No cleavege crap!deathglare my Black gloves and army boots, also I want my stick. Get me my stick! Thank Yah, messmatey. Adios.

Illusion

She grinned lightly and clicked the 'send' button before closing the electronic devise, clickin' off the power and once again stashing it in the bag. Lobo'll get her stuff to her in good time. Hmm...Berg blinked and removed her robe to bring out the black cape. Erik has been quiet a while...she thought before moving out of her door, firmly closing it afterwards, and slinking silently off into the shadows. When she hit the first patch of utter darkness she took off at a sprint, eyes narrowed and body almost completely horizantle. She skidded to a halt when she came to the lake and glanced about.

Then music flitted through her ears. "Screw it!" she snarled under her breath. She had come the day he brought that brown haired wench to his lair? That was wonderful! The shapeshifter backed into shadows and turned, moving as swiftly and silently as possible as she could back to her 'room'. She would deal with both of them later.

Phantoms' Lobo: Yes, bad isn't it? I SUCK at humor phics...so...yah . Dun't hurt meh!