Chapter 12

Good morning, this is your wake up call

Oka, I'm jumping, I don't really have the patience to write explanations, and I know it would get too mary sueish for my tastes, so lets just go with this because it is incredibly frustrating when you have the next 5 chapters written but not the link chapter that ties up all the loose ends. So here is my interpretation, and be grateful! You are now going to get a chapter a day for at least the next 5 days!

There is a catch.

I want five reviews per chapter before the next one appears, at least! Yes, this is blackmail, but I need appreciation, please, I'm doing too many subjects on VCE for me to justify writing all this if no one replies to my insane little contraptions and workings of my mind. I thank you for your patience, because I have none.

But, on the bright side, here is my 5 minute interpretation of the chapter I could not be bothered to write.

Adriana: Erik, the rooms are all clean

Erik: Good, what took you so long?

Adriana: I got distracted by all the books in your study, and the monkey box started playing.

Erik: So?

Adriana: I started singing Masquerade...several times.

Erik (Snape voice): Riiiiggghhhhttt...Well seeing as the days nearly over and we haven't eaten in nearly 24 hours, lets have tea.

Adriana: Fish and Chips?

Erik: No

Adriana: Damn (they eat apples, bread and water for tea)

Adriana thinking: I would so take over breakfast, but I am so not getting up early, especially seeing as Erik will probably so not be grateful

Erik thinking: I really should learn to cook, but then again, what does a ghost need with food (large stomach rumble is heard) oh, right.

They go to bed...separately.

And on with the new chapter!

PS. I do like cats, and Ayesha, but this had to be done.

Adriana was warm and snug in her bed of red velvet blankets, just drifting off to sleep, when a furry lump slid under her blankets and started purring contentedly. Adriana groaned and rolled over, exposing the optimum place on her thigh for a good claw kneading. The cat's eyes lit up as she unsheathed her claws and stated to roll her paws over Adriana's leg. "Not now Chianti" she murmured sleepily, trying to push the cat off the bed, transporting momentarily back home and to her own bed with her own black and white cat.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Chianti under the blankets, but Erik's Ayesha. And while Chianti was used to getting shoved out of bed after exercising her claws in something other than a pillow, Ayesha wasn't used to such presumptuousness, especially after she had just gotten a good grip.

As Adriana pushed the Siamese cat out, Ayesha ran one claw-filled paw down the skin on Adriana's thigh. Which is enough to wake anyone.

"Yeouuuch!" she sat bolt upright and looked murder at Erik's former sole companion. "Erik!" she shrieked.

Erik himself was just slipping into brief respite when his fogged mind heard a yell of pain and fury. Suddenly his door banged open and an infuriated Siamese cat landed on his chest. He jerked awake with a curse to find Adriana standing over him with a very dangerous look in her eyes.

"What?" he demanded, but she had already started,

"Erik that little minx of yours just crawled into my bed and nearly tore my leg open thanks to her wonderful little claws, and when I tried to get rid of her, she ripped what is going to become a very nice scar all the way down my thigh, and if you don't keep her out of my room I will personally drown her in the lake!"

Erik, however had clapped a hand to his mask less face and was trying to pull his nightshirt closed, Adriana angrily pulled his hand off his face and stared him in the eye.

"I'm not finished with you yet, and your face doesn't change what I'm about to say." She lowered her face until she was not a centimetre from his, "Keep your cat away from me or else so help me God if she scratches me like that again you will be down to one companion again down here, and it wont be her."

With an angry shove she pushed him back into his coffin and stormed out the door, slamming it behind her. A white scrap fluttered in the doorway and he heard an angry mutter followed by a rip as she pulled herself free.

Erik got out of his coffin and crossed to the door to release the piece of Adriana's nightgown, the flimsy white cotton was spotted with drops of blood, evidence of Ayesha's ministrations. He looked over at his cat, sho sat contentedly on his pillow, licking blood off her claws, he slumped against the door with a groan.

"I should have stayed in the carnival," he mourned.