Phantoms' Lobo: Ooh...where'd we leave off? Oh. ET and Amy arrived and someone was knocking on Bergs makeshift door. Okay...Here we go! Oh...er...Fohx? Would you mind answering our review?
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ET and Amy lept as far away from the door as the small room permitted. Berg grumbled a bit and strolled gracefully to the door. Her cape swirled about her and she lifted her hood over her head before opening the door an inch and glancing around. Soon the door opened a little wider and she stuck her head out, once again looking around. She blinked and withdrew her head, closing the door somewhat.
"Guys, I'ma look for Phants. Or...Erik...'kay?" She gained two nods from each girl. "If someone knocks on the door, don't answer. I won't knock, I'll come in." Again there were two nods from each. The door opened again and the girl silently slipped from the room, closing the door firmly behind her.
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ET sighed heavilly and moved from the corner she had been in, arms stretching above her head and fingers flexing. She went over to Bergs bed and sat down gently, knowing that Berg would probably have a sharp object laying around. Amy came out of her area and squatted down to stretch her legs.
"Hmm...what should we do while we wait for Berg to get back?" Amy mumbled. ET shrugged and poked at a pile of clothing with a dagger she had found next to her.
"Dunno. Doubt she has any food, though. Probably takin' after the anerexic Erik, eh? Well...Hey! I found her computer!" ET smiled and wiggled about, pulling her blonde hair behind her ears before digging the black laptop out from the pile of clothing. "I wonder what she has on this thing..." The girl muttered softly, flipping it open and turning the power on. As soon as the computer loaded, the screen popped on. 'Typical' She thought.
The screen was concocted of various pictures of Berg's men...or...Bishies. Naraku, Sesshoumaru and Hiei pictures took up some of the background, but the main portion was of the Phantom, unmasked, masked, and killing Raoul. Over the pictures were some icons, including WordPad, Folders, Internet and Microsoft Word, which had been named Poetry Center. ET blinked and quirked a brow.
"Poetry? Amy, did you know Berg wrote poetry?" She asked. The other girl blinked and shook her head, hurring over to see what ET had discovered "Hmm...which one which one...?" She rolled the mouse from one poem title to another and back again. There were more then two, but these two had the most intresting titles. The pointer stopped over one and ET clicked down twice. There was a pause and another page jumped up. ET's eyes slowly read over the blood-red colored text.
Dark Star
...Hah...
It's strange.
I actually feel him.
I feel how he feels,
I feel his pain,
His sorrow,
His lust...
And...
His anger.
...Hah...
Strange.
Really...
A creature of mixed darkness,
A creature who would rather kill then love,
Actually has feelings for another like herself...
What's wrong with me?
Nothing...
Nothing is wrong with me.
I am feeling...human...
I reach up to touch my shining star,
My dark star,
Always there,
Always watching and shining his light upon me...
But he is never close enough to touch...
To feel...
To carress and stroke...
To comfort and to be comforted by...
Sigh...
ET stared at the thing. Slowly she turned of the computer and closed it, shoving it back beneath the clothes. She turned to look at Amy. "...I'm not going to even pretend I understood that." She slipped from the bed only to tumble backwards at a pounding resounding about the room. The two girls ducked and moved to cover. The pounding continued for a few moments before it ceased suddenly and the yelling of two people comenced.
"What the Hell are you dong! That's MY door your trying to break down! Have yah lost what little you have left of a mind!" Bergs voice was easy to point out.
"Who did you bring down here? I am positive I heard two voices in there!" The voice was manly and certainly angry. Berg was sighed aggitatedly before pulling the door open.
"Me? I didn't bring anyone down here. They brought themselves. And it's okay. They're mates of mine." She said, moving into the room, cape swirling around.
"Mates? As in lovers?" The man sounded somewhat repulsed. He strolled in after her and the two other girls got a look at him. He wore a simple white shirt and black trousers. A pair of black boots were covering his feet and his hands were covered by black leather gloves. His white porcaline mask was planted firmly on his face.
Berg growled and rolled her eyes as she pulled down her hood and unlatched her cape from about her neck. She tossed the thing carelessly across her bed and stripped off the overcoat of the tuxedo, revealing the white frilly undershirt. She brought a gloved hand up and covered her eyes. "Gods Erik. I hate most men. I hate most women. You know in my time girls go around in clothing skimpier then the ballet rats' and either pay to have sex or be payed to have sex even more then in this time era? Therefore, I hate both genders for the exception of a few. Why in the nine fucking hells would I have a mate mate?" She growled out. ET came foreward, silvery blue eyes blazing with slight irritation towards the Phantoms 'mate' questions.
"And even if she wasn't againts most of the human race, we are friends. Friends don't love each other like that!" She spat. Berg nodded happilly.
"Exactly!" She said. The girl noted Erik's eyes become wider and take on a slight tic. "Erik, let me introduce you to my mates. That is ET. She is one of my closest. She is also the only one of my friends besides Eanna that can kick ass worse then me and could survive in the wild as easilly as a wolf or deer. And that," Her point went to Amy who had slunk silently out of the shadows. "Is the clothing-hater Amy. She would rather wear what the Ballet girls wear then what we wear Twenny Four seven. Also, she has the most bitchy, self centered whore of a sister that I know." Berg pulled her lips up in agitation.
Erik quirked a brow. "Why do I have the feeling I am not going to be all that happy to have two more like you around, Berg?"
Berg grinned. "Because, my dear Phantom, we are known for our ability at causing chaos in our time. Hey...we need to find a way to cause mass chaos without breaking anything...hmmm..." Erik went a shade paler then what he had been at the thought of three girls tearing about his lair and destroying everything. His thoughts were torn away from the destruction by Berg's mumbling about hoping someone else got directions.
Erik cast a weary eye over the girl. Her form jumped up randomly and she fell into a sitting position.
"Oh oh! Good idea!" She crowed happilly. She glanced up at Erik, eyes blazing mischiviously. "Hey Erik...do yah mind if there are three more haunts in the Populair?" She asked...more like purred. Erik rolled his eyes and stormed from the room, leaving Berg to concoct her plan. The two other girls slumped down, making a triangle with Berg.
"So? Tell us!" Amy asked, a smile planted on her face. Berg cracked her neck and flexed a gloved hand.
"I say...we need to bring ourselves into play. Erik isn't getting much from Andre and Firmin, so we need to make sure they obey his notes. If they won't listen to a deranged maniac, they will surely listen to four. Or. Whatever." Berg said. ET blinked.
"So...go around in a costume haunting the Opera Populair and forcing them to follow Erik's every whim? What's in it for us?" She snapped. Berg grinned and held up a finger.
"Anything we want...or...something like that."
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Hahah...yes...weird chapter, no? If you didn't get the beginning, Erik was knocking on the door last chapter. When Berg went to answer it he had 'vanished'. So Berg went to find him. Yah... Well, you can go off and flame if yah want. I know I am not that good at writing fanfics of any sort. I don't make sense half the time.