I would like to take a moment to apologise to everyone who got that horrific waste of time stuck in their head after reading the previous chapter. Hands bottles of rum to Cap'n Meg to hand out to everyone in apology No Meg! Hand them out, yes, hand. Share Meg…good little Cap'n. And sing the DBCA themesong, it works!
Do I have to say this again? Cameo, DBCA peoples! Pertie! You are on my list! So is Blaze, Kooz, Kudokadvakch, Angelofmusic15, RubyMoon2, Donald Simpson (whoever you are, sorry, my email is buggering up) Laivine Rosc-Hend, xLetYourDarkerSideGiveInx, Madame Opera Ghost, Phantomchild199, you've got a really good bit prewritten, so just tell me colour weapon and world, PLEASE? Remember, rating doesn't go up until the cameos are done, and I'm quite happy to keep up the suspense in the meantime. And be warned, I will purposely write new even more suspenseful stuff if you don't give me the info. Newbies? Your welcome too, just check chapter 14, sing the song and send your info to me.
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Pertie: Heavy breathing, yes, eventually, but cameo first, and you are still withholding that info I need, I can make you up, and that will be scary...
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A/N: This is one of my favourite chapters, it makes me smile
Adriana came and read over Erik's shoulder as he put the finishing touches on a letter to Mme Giry, asking that she continue to reinforce the Box 5 rule. With a delicate flick, he signed the letters O.G. in blood red ink.
"Nice handwriting" she commented, he shrugged, "Adequate" he muttered, slipping the note into an envelope and reaching for the sealing wax. Adriana leaned against his desk, the candlelight reflecting in her grey eyes as she watched him press his skull seal to the pool of liquid red wax.
"Now that's depressing," she sighed as the skull symbol stuck and tore from the seal, giving the imprint a pitted and decayed look.
"What is?" Erik asked, blowing out the sealing candle.
"The fact that you have three really cool pseudonyms to scare everyone with, and all I have is an Adibug."
"What the hell is an Adibug?" Erik demanded, Adriana laughed,
"You know those bug things I scrawl on everything?"
"Yes,"
"Those."
"Ah." He looked at her thoughtfully, taking in her wine-dressed form and blonde hair, tied back with a dark red scarf. It puzzled him that she had such a fetish for costumish or dramatic fashions, but he could hardly complain. Besides, she came up with her best revenge ideas while she was playing in her dark clothes. "I suppose the companion of the famed Opera Ghost does need a calling card all her own. What name would you have the ballet rats whisper fearfully, my dear?"
Adriana's face lit up, and she smiled evilly, "Really?" she almost purred, moving a quill before seating herself on a corner of his desk. "Hmm…I don't know. Something spooky I guess?"
"Stage Spook?" Erik suggested, he flinched back under her glare, "And you could become known as Scary Skull Man as well?" she offered sweetly, Erik rolled his eyes,
"That was childish," he told her,
"So was yours" she retorted, folding her arms. "Be serious Erik, this reflects on you too."
"Well," Erik tapped his long fingers on the desk idly to the tune of Wandering Child, "What does your name mean?"
"Dark Lady of the Sea," she shrugged, "Not bad, but doesn't really belong on the stage."
"Your right," Erik sighed, "Something ghostly…"
"And to do with the stage," Adriana cut in,
"And the stage," he nodded, "Let's see; Stage, music, song, notes, cloaks…"
Adriana joined in, "Phantress, spirit, ethereal, ghost, oh, can't use that, roses, darkness…"
"Drama…"
"Ghoul…"
"Play…"
"Spectre…"
"Black…"
"Phantom…"
"That's me,"
"Sorry,"
"Stage…"
"Demon…Hey that's not bad,""
"Perhaps, not quite though. Melody…"
"Damn, okay…Mistress?"
"Night…"
"Vision…Oh that's just stupid! What about Fiend?"
"Dark…"
"Apparition, no, that's too long, and aren't we getting off topic?"
"Fine, Oeuvre…"
"Presence…Hang on, what's Oeuvre mean?"
"Opera composition"
"Oh, pretty."
"You like it?"
"Don't think I could spell it."
"All you have to write is O.P."
"You can't write it either? I don't know, it doesn't really reflect me, it sounds more like a name on making this incredibly difficult, you know."
"Gimme a break! You can't even spell Opera Ghost can you? No wonder you always signed yourself O.G."
"Did you want my help or not?"
"Sorry, Geez, touchy"
"Apology accepted, Playhouse"
"Girl, wait, that sounds wrong!"
Honestly!
Silver and green glittering writing began to engrave itself in mid air. Erik and Adriana both stared.
"Who's doing that?"
"How would I know?"
It's the Authoress (duh) Will you two get on with it? My computer thesaurus is running dry, and I'm running out of patience!
"Oh, sorry,"
"My sincere condolences."
Whatever, just chose a name"Say please"
Don't start with me"Somebody needs some chocolate"
What did I just write?"Okay, okay, Erik?"
"Theatre?"
"Wraith?"
"Theatre Wraith? That's good"
"Mm, I like it,"
Great, it's about time.
"Excellent" Erik reached for his quill and a sheet of heavy parchment. With careful strokes, red ink flowed from his hand until a beautifully inscribed Theatre Wraith was written on the yellow sheet. "For you, my dear," he said, handing Adriana the page. She looked at her new alias with a grin. "Thankyou Erik," she smiled, then with a dark laugh, flung herself at Erik and hugged him tightly.
"The Opera Ghost and the Theatre Wraith," she giggled, as Erik blushed, trying to disentangle himself without success from the very determined blonde phangirl. "Managers beware."
Authoress: Meg, why is the rum gone?