IflyNAVY: Down to the sticks! Up with LOTR! I always thought Erik would be into the soundtracks. He he, Sauruman's theme is so cool!
asingledarkcrimsonrose: hands tissue to wipe off drool. AND ANOTHER CHAPTER! Yay!
MetalMyersJason: sorry about the misspelt name, and thanks for the cookie!
Pertie: (does Mr Burns impression) Ehhhxcellent
Cap'n Meg: But I don't like limits, and your wait is now over!
Blaze-Logan Lover: Erik demands a lot of me, mostly in writing chapters to come, but not the current one (Damn my muse!)
Phantomchild199: Did you get your arse back? It's a terrible thing to lose…kinda
Nightshadesister-01: Thanks for the hug, and where can I get the special edition movie? I used to play flute too!
Mystic Lady Fae: Yes, Carlotta is not my favourite person
Light barrer: Well, this was never meant to be a Sue fic, despite the obvious plot and outcome, but Adriana is far to annoying to Erik to be a sue. But I'll tae it as a compliment anyway. xoxo
And for Sam,
"Hunting down the evil mob,
Meet them with torches everywhere
No kind words for evil twits
Then Erik takes us to his lair" (I wish…) When do we get more of your fic?
Although only the main room and kitchen had been ransacked, it still took the bandaged Adriana and bemused Erik several hours to clean up the mess.
As Adriana righted furniture and sorted scraps from useful items, Erik made a detailed examination of his organ, noting damage and testing keys. He was relieved to find that only the middle section of the keyboard was wrecked and the deeper and higher notes were relatively unscathed, the damage was reparable.
Adriana ducked out to the passageway and came back with an armful of torn and burnt tapestries, these she ripped up, and humming a low nonsense tune, began scrubbing and polishing the wooden mantelpiece and various wooden edgings of Erik's couches and chairs.
Erik largely ignored her as he left his organ and began to unload packages from the boat. When he came to the pile of jumbled clothes he sighed, "Mademoiselle?" he called, Adriana looked up from her inspection of scorch marks on a fainting couch,
"Yes?"
"Will you please come and collect your belongings before I put the boat away?" he asked,
"Oh, yep sure." She leapt up and ran over, nearly tripping on a cushion, quickly she gathered up half of the mass of fabric and tumbled gaily into the Louis-Philippe room, still humming. She returned a moment later, arms empty and a slight frown crossing her forehead, "Hey Erik?" she called, he turned.
"Hey?" he questioned, she shrugged,
"What do you want me to do with the roses?"
"The what? Oh..." Erik closed his eyes, he had forgotten about that, the hundreds of crimson blossoms scattered about the room for his Angel to tread upon. Of course, they would be dead now, just like his love, he sighed heavily. "There is a room at the end of the passage, with a fireplace, you can burn them there." He reached into the pouch again and pulled out a third key. "Here,"
A small bandaged hand took the key, while another rested on his wrist, pressing gently for a moment in sympathy before the girl slipped away with a whisper of cloth.