Disclaimer: I do not own POTO, Comedy Central, or one of my favorite songs by System of a Down, Chop Suey!
I felt inspired to update again, sooner than normal. The last chapter was supposed to be put up two days ago, but for some reason no one could update or even review! I hope it doesn't happen again! I have to say that I laughed at some of the reviews I got. Erik doesn't know about Devon, yet, and he will get his comeuppance. But for now, here is the next chapter.
Christine looked into the full length mirror in her bedroom at her reflection, which was wearing a black tank top, with sequins around the collar, a short black, red, and white plaid skirt, and her favorite black fishnet gloves with the fingers cut.
It was Saturday, and Christine was preparing for her first gig with Mask and Black Rose. Normally, she wouldn't obsess as much about her clothes, but tonight she wanted to look the part.
The TV was on in the background, turned to Comedy Central, as she carefully applied black eye shadow and eyeliner, inspired by Gerard Way in the Helena music video. After her makeup, she sat down on her queen sized and attempted to straighten her short black hair, with red highlights put in for the occasion, all the while her nerves starting to get the best of her.
She got up to check the state of her hair in the mirror. She sighed at the little curly hairs around her forehead and tried to force them to stay flat.
'Well, that's as good as it's going to get…' she thought, giving up and flopping back on her bed.
She looked around her room and couldn't help but admire the medieval themed bedspread and tapestry she had received for her birthday last year. As much as she loved the technology of today, she couldn't help but wonder if she had been born in the wrong century. The beautiful and graceful way of living of centuries past had always been a daydream of hers.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the ringing doorbell, which her mother answered.
"Christine! Door for you!"
Christine snapped out of her daydream at her mothers call. Erik was picking her up for the concert and she rushed to finish getting ready, not wanting him to have to wait on her. She threw the various pieces of paper sitting on her jewelry box to the floor and grabbed her necklace with a black rose charm. Because she couldn't exactly carry her black rose around with her, she opted to continue her signature trademark in this way.
Her mother yelled for her again as she turned off the TV and unplugged her flat iron. She picked up her slightly intimidating lace up black boots and headed out the door, flipping the light switch off t plunge the room in darkness. Christine rushed down the hall and down the stairs to hear her mother chatting amiably with Erik in the kitchen.
Ms. Day, a divorcee, lived alone with her daughter. She had short brown hair, dyed though because of her age, and brown eyes, while Christine had blond hair, originally, and blue eyes, which she shared with her father. She wore a navy Ralph Lauren sweater with gold button on the shoulders and red pants that Christine thought were too short, also Ralph Lauren. She had a Master's degree in Counseling, which was her profession, and on several occasions used her knowledge to try and analyze Christine's behavior, telling her that her rebellious actions and failure to clean her room were a direct attack against her. Christine believed that she really needed to get a life.
Christine entered the kitchen and sat down at her normal seat to put on her shoes and smiled at Erik, who looked slightly annoyed by Ms. Day's openly curious way of staring at his mask.
"Oh Christine!" Ms. Day exclaimed, noticing she was there, "You look so cute! Let me take a picture!"
"No!" Christine insisted loudly, wondering why on earth her mother insisted on taking her picture even for the most mundane of events.
Before her mother could argue, Christine grabbed her purse and headed towards the door, Erik following not far behind.
"Will you have your cell phone on?" Christine's mother called after her.
"Probably not!" Christine yelled from the door, "It's not like I'll be able to hear it if it rings! Bye! Be back later!"
Christine shut the front door and turned to Erik.
"I'm so sorry if she was annoying!" she sighed, locking the door.
"It's okay," he assured her, "she was nice…"
Christine gave a short laugh and walked with Erik to his car, really looking at him for the first time tonight. Instead of his normal all black with a long coat, he was wearing a deep blood red shirt, black pants with red detailing, and a black half mask.
'I like what I see…' Christine thought to herself as Erik opened her car door with a flourishing bow.
"Show off…" Christine said, sticking her tongue out at him and getting in the car. Erik returned the gesture as she sat down and closed the door. Erik swept across the front of the car. He opened the door, sat down, closed the door, etc, etc, and started the car.
They jumped slightly at Erik's speakers which were turned up full volume and blasting System of a Down's Chop Suey!
"Sorry…" Erik said sheepishly as turned the volume down and made to turn his stereo off. Christine stopped him, however, and turned it up so it was loud, but not as loud as it was.
"I love this song!" Christine exclaimed and started the song again.
Erik smiled at her as put his car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway, the guitar opening of Chop Suey! playing in the background. Christine returned the smile slyly and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. As he began to kiss her back, she pulled away and moved out of reach and winked at him with mischievous smile playing on her lips.
He raised his eyebrows at her, one hidden by the mask though, and put the car in drive and drove down the street. Christine smiled at him again and listened to the lyrics.
Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Grab a brush and put a little
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, die
By this time, Erik had made it out of her neighborhood and made a right turn on to the street outside that would take them to Rafter's. Christine leaned back in her seat and looked out of the window at the rapidly falling darkness. The sky was made up of several colors ranging from a fiery orange to a deep purple, scattered with a few twinkling stars. She touched the window lightly and traced an invisible design on the glass. When she removed her fingers, she noticed that the tips were bleeding.
'That's funny…' she thought, wondering what had made them bleed.
Christine glanced at Erik, who was focused on driving. She grinned devilishly as she decided to be a little naughty.
Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Grab a brush and put a little
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
She leaned forward again, this time to kiss his neck, and smiled at his gasp of surprise. She began to kiss his neck more roughly and could feel him speeding up. She laughed out loud at this and moved up to nibble slightly at his ear.
I don't think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
The sky had turned a dark midnight blue when she pulled away and looked at him. He watched her from the corner of his eye with an unreadable expression. She smiled at him again which he returned and looked back at the road the mask facing her.
Father, father, father, father
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands
Why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken, me oh
Feeling very confident, she leaned forward again and touched the mask, forgetting her bleeding fingers. He seemed not to notice as she stroked the smooth silk and wondered why it was there. A horrible feeling of curiosity over took her. Her fingers inched their way to the edge of the mask and she very boldly made to remove it. She was stopped, however, by Erik's hand firmly gripping her wrist. He forced her hand away from the mask, his grip still tight on her wrist.
"Don't," he said sternly, with a fierce glint in his grey eyes.
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Erik finally released his hold on her wrist and parked the car. Christine held her slightly sore wrist with her other hand and noticed with a shock that they were at Rafter's, the neon sign shining light into the car. She looked at Erik, with an apologetic look on her face. He was still seated with his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered, putting a hand to his shoulder.
Erik looked up at her. He took her wrist and kissed it.
"No," he said sighing, massaging her wrist, "I'm sorry…just…there is a reason I wear a mask, not just because of some obsession. I promise I'll tell you someday, just not yet."
She stroked his mask again, the neon light making it look almost white. She gasped a little as she noticed her blood on the mask.
'Why does this seem so familiar?' she thought, a little horrified that something this morbid would cause her deja veu.
She shook off the feeling as they exited the car. Erik retrieved his guitar from the trunk, and they made their way to the building.
Sorryif thischapter is shorter, I was going to make it part of the concert chapter, which is next, but as I was writing it, I realized that it needed to be its own. Well, you know the drill! Please review! Love and Peace! Kupo!
P.S. The title of the song in the last chapter is Shut Up! by Simple Plan.