Badly timed Clocks
Gah! SPELL MY NAME RIGHT DAMMIT! ONE N! ONE! There is a D in there! No E's whatsoever! &$$#$&$#&$#&$&…!
Authoress calms down slightly, then rereads symbols.
Uh...did I just type that onto the page? (All nod, Authoress looks ashamed) No…its not my real name (Erik: It is) Okay fine, so what, its my phic and I'll do what I like with it, so there pokes out tongue. (Erik: Uh oh) Oh shut up. Sorry but I felt the need to rant, I'm sensitive about my name, no one ever knows how to spell it right…except Lady Assassin Moonbeam, who got it without even knowing, YOU GO GIRL!
Anyway, enough of my meaningless ramblings (forgive me, my brother just turned 16 and had a heap of friends over last night, argh!) Thankyou for all your replies, their great, but I need that cameo info people! The requirements are in the chappie above and I want them asap! Its not hard, I swear, and the sooner you hand them over, the sooner I can erase the little ... I have in place of cloak colours, positions and outfit descriptions, so hand them over...NOW!
Adriana slipped into Erik's room in search of a pen, or quill, she needed to write a letter to Madame Giry. Erik was reading in his study, trying to take his mind off the morphine, or lack thereof. (How does Adriana know Mme Giry, and convince her to help save Erik from the morphine? I don't know, let's just say she ran into her while exploring the Opera House. Possibly while she was playing the maid, and introduced herself as a new helper. And now that you've all seen it in your minds, it has happened, so that's the explanation we will use. Tada!) For the first time she looked around properly, the room was bare but for the coffin, a plain but beautifully crafted wardrobe, black candles, and of course, the un-ruined organ. She stepped over to read a sheet of music casually tossed onto the seat. Well, maybe stare is closer to the point, for someone who lived in a house full of musically inclined people, herself included, she still lacked the ability to make sense of notes on a page. (I can tell the difference between high and low, but still don't get the whole timing thing) She looked at the smooth keys, they looked so tempting, just crying out "Play me! Play me!"
She ran her fingers lightly over the keys of the organ, then with a quick glance to the side, tumbled her fingers down the ivory keys in a quick one-handed rendition of Clocks. Starting from the top of the keyboard, she played the tune all the way down, then began singing the words.
"Cast me out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease?"
"What do you think your doing?" an enraged voice demanded, Adriana's fingers banged on the keys and she spun in frightened shock. A furious masked Erik towered over her, a deadly look in his glowing eyes.
"I was just…" she trailed off, suddenly scared as Erik advanced on her, she backed against the organ.
"You are never, never to touch my organ!" Erik commanded
"I...I'm sorry alright?" she whispered faintly, "I wasn't going to break anything…" Erik grasped her shoulders roughly, and shook her,
"You have permission to stay with me mademoiselle, and I doubt I would have much luck in evicting you, but you will not touch my music!" His grip tightened to the point of circulation being cut off so Adriana slapped him to make him let go. Unfortunately her slap knocked Erik's mask off and it fell to the ground beside them. Adriana stared, not in horror, but in shock, this was not good. Erik however, was beyond fury, with a low growl of anger and dark loathing he bent her back over the organ, curved sides digging at her back. She cried out in pain as he gripped her arm tighter, the other forced against the now silent organ.
"Do you fear me now?" he grated, unmasked face glowing in the candlelight, "Do you!"
"I've always feared you," she retorted between gasps of pain, "That's part of why I'm drawn to you…Ah!"
He savagely wrenched her arm from behind her back and pressed it to his distorted face.
"This is who I am! Not some Angel or Guardian of Music, hiding my holy identity. But a monster!" his shouts echoed through the chambers, but her eyes held no loathing or fear. Erik was suddenly aware of how large and round her breasts were, as they pressed against his hammering chest. And her hands, while ravaged, were warm and gentle on his skin. And the way she filled her dress…
She was there, so ripe, so inviting, and so deliciously half innocent of all he was capable of. He could take her, right there and then, pressed against his organ (heh, sorry about the extremely bad taste pun, though its Erik so it cant taste bad…I'm babbling, I'll shut up). No one would hear her screams, if she even screamed at all…
Suddenly the perversity of Erik's thoughts intruded themselves on his lustful mind and he shoved himself away from her in horror.
"Go!" he shouted, "Leave me!" he stooped to pick up his mask. Adriana stared at him, faintly disappointed, she wanted to comfort him, but she knew if she touched him now, things would only get worse. Instead she gathered up her skirts and fled to her room, her bare feet slapping on the cold flagstones as Erik, masked once more, slumped against his organ in despair.
Short, I know, but hey its here (Now I have to write another chapter!)