The Mega-Doomer: No! Not pink! Anything but pink!
Lady Assassin Moonbeam: Thankyou! And I want more Murderer's delight soon!
Nightshadesister-01: I'll work on it...Hm..Could have chosen Erik/The voice off all my dreams/ Instead I'm stuck with hair boy/Whose shampoo is his fav toy...heh, slushball. Images...drool
Reltistic: Nah, Erik's not schitzo, It was just to tempting to resist giving him little angels and devils to sit on his shoulders, I may do that later. Die Fop Scum Die!
Kooz: Soon, I promise, just wait
Muirgen258: I love cookies! -Eats them and goes off on a sugar high singing the cloak song with Meg-
IflyNavy: I wonder if you put Erik in a cold shower he would heat the water for you?... Is your Dad freaked out that an obsessed 18 year old in love with a legend and figment of someone's imagination is advertising for him?
Sapphire-aria: Oh, thanks for that, I have abysmal typing skills, heh "Prepare for the fight scene!" (Robin hood men in tights)
Asingledarkcrimsonrose: Pant, pant
Angel of mystery: -hands tissue out to wipe off drool, and I did fall out of my chair!
MetalMyersJason: Me too! Sigh, no one understands
Kissofdarkness: What can I say? I enjoy making people smile!
Spunky-hyper-girl: Yeah...she should have a past Erik can know about... if I can be bothered writing it. but I agree, go the dark and moody guys!
Blaze-Logan Lover: Erik thanks you for your praise
BiP: Hurry it up with the info, Hmm...tempting thought, (ahem) "Not a Snowballs Chance in HELL!" Erik: You just had to do that didn't you? Me: Yup!
Masked Grace: Mmm...man candy
Pertie: Thanyou, though I fear if I tried to top myself I would trip and fall, so I merely submit to the whip of my muses (One is Jaques, he's original, so you wont know him, and the other is Erik...Erik and whips...enough said)
I can resist everything but temptation!
Attention! This chapter is your last chance for the DBCA entries, If I don't have it in two days time...I will either make you up, or well, let Erik giv you a hug in commiseration. So Hurry!
"Adriana?" Erik called, stepping off the boat,
"Yessum?" she replied from her room, she wandered out, a pen tucked behind her ear and a notebook in her hand. She was dressed in her black trousers and her black short-sleeved jacket, and had a silver-white scarf tied loosely around her neck. "What's happening?" Erik started unloading packages from the boat, handing them to Adriana, who quickly tossed her notebook and pen onto a chair to catch the heavy objects.
"Take these," he ordered, "put them over near the organ."
"What are they?" she asked, feeling around the stiff brown paper,
"Tools to repair the organ." He replied, Adriana shrugged and set the packages down, she heard Erik come up behind her as she set down the last packages, stacking them neatly. She went to turn away when a black silk scarf was suddenly wrapped around her eyes.
"Come with me, my dearest," Erik purred in her ear, Adriana grinned,
"I hope you're carrying me for this Erik," she giggled, "Because you know I wont be able to wander around blindfolded without destroying something."
"You don't feel safe?" Erik mocked, she shrugged carelessly.
"I'm blindfolded and under the complete control of a known murderer and insane recluse with anger management problems, who hides five floors below an Opera House and spends his time dropping chandeliers on performers." She paused, considering, "Nah, couldn't feel more secure."
Erik laughed, "I promise I wont let anything happen to you," he vowed, "Or at least I don't think so."
"Yeah right," Adriana snorted quietly in reply.
Carefully, the Phantom guided his young companion down from the organ and to the gondola. "Just a bit further," he assured her, Adriana stepped down from the last step and landed one bare foot in the lake, she jumped back, and into Erik's firm chest.
"Erik!" she yelled, "That's not funny!" The Phantom chuckled in reply,
"It looked fairly amusing from here." He retorted, Adriana folded her arms,
"I don't trust you." She stated, "And you can't make me go anywhere."
The challenge was too much for Erik, he swept the girl up easily and settled her in the boat before she even had the chance to enjoy the experience. He leapt in after her and cast off, Adriana turned her blind face up to him, guessing where he was from the splashing of the pole.
"Told you you'd have to carry me!" she smirked triumphantly. Unseen above her, Erik rolled his eyes. Reaching the opposite bank, he stepped off the gondola and took Adriana's hands, pulling her up.
"Your hands are getting better," he noted, examining her palms.
"Thank God," Adriana muttered, Erik laughed, wrapping one arm around her waist, he led her up to the mirror, and slipped through to the abandoned dressing-room.
"Where are you taking me?" Adriana asked curiously in quiet tones.
"You'll find out," Erik replied evasively, leading her through the door and into the winding maze of the backstage of the Opera House. They walked for several minutes through the midnight silence until Erik found the door he had entered earlier.
"We're here." He murmured to the still blindfolded Adriana.
Erik opened the door and ushered Adriana in, he reached up and removed her blindfold to reveal to her an old room full of forgotten costumes and props. Baskets exploded across the room, stuffed full of ballet costumes and wigs. A mannequin dressed in a deep red dress made of silk flames from The Firefly stood to one side in the corner, complete with jewels and dancing fans.
"Seeing as you were so impatient to find something new to play with, I remembered this place and thought you might like it," he told her almost absently, as if he couldn't see the manic gleam in her eyes. Adriana turned to him with a breathless expression, which slowly changed into a grin of absolute delight. With a squeal of glee she hurled herself at Erik, successfully pinning him against an old worktable.
"It's fantastic!" she shrieked snuggling against him, Erik laughed and disentangled himself from her eager arms.
"I might just leave the two of you alone together," Erik said slyly. Adriana was already head-down in one basket rummaging eagerly, she waved one hand in goodbye as Erik left. Congratulating himself on a job well done.