Nightshadesister-01: No! Don't hurt me!
Trisana: Ah, cheese Gromit! Cheese! Er…yeah
Cap'n Meg: Meg, this is the number for A.A. I really think you need to lay off a little.
Angelofmystery: Only sometimes
Sapphire-aria: Oh crap, do I have to write a fight scene?…oh well, got 5 pages still to write, one more wont hurt (if you beg for it)Hmm…firefly dress, yeah suppose I should…
MetalMyersJason: Yeah, she gets back okay, I'd write it, but I know everyone will enjoy this chapter more.
Masked Grace: That is my favourite line in my entire fic! You really should continue yours you know, make Erik help clean or something…he'd love that mwahahahaha
Ethalas Tuath'an: Welcome! Cameo chapter is soon, long story, in all senses of the word, just laugh yourself stupid and leave any raoul fondness at home
Bananas in Pajamas: Yay! Thankyou!
Kissofdarkness: Man, you don't like the suspense? This chapter will kill you!
Blaze-Logan Lover: Okay, cloak lining, weapon of choice, position (you want to be a mercenary?) gender, catchphrase, nationality, looks, and your personal preference of Van Helsing Dracula 2000, Harry p. Pirates of the Caribbean, LOTR, or Star Wars
Reltistic: Yeah…sigh…
Kayla: -accepts worship- same, but I just enjoy all the crazy things other girls can do that Christine cant. Mwahahahaha
Anna Kate: Lust God! I love It! Is it a masquerade party?
For the next three days, after presenting her with her own costume room, Erik saw Adriana only once, and it was under the most unusual circumstances.
It had been four or five in the morning as he was caught up in working on his organ when the Theatre Wraith came storming out of the Louis-Philippe room, picked up a cushion from one of the couches and hurled it straight at the back of his head. It bounced off easily but a tassel caught his ear and he winced in surprise. "What was that for?" he demanded, turning around, Adriana folded her arms, tapping one bare foot on the cold flagstones with the steady patience that belied the fact she was really pissed off.
"I am trying to sleep!" she retorted with exaggerated pronunciation, Erik lifted a hand to adjust his mask slightly, which had been knocked askew after the untimely attack with a rampaging bolster. "Night is the best time to work, my dear," he replied calmly, "And you have until now held much the same hours as I have, if I recall correctly."
Adriana scowled in irritation, "It's five o'clock in the morning Erik, that no longer counts as night, and I'm trying to sleep!"
"Go sleep then," he shrugged, returning to his work, Adriana growled something that sounded like "Insufferable masked spectre" picked up the cushion and threw it at him again. Her aim wasn't quite as good this time, and the pillow glanced off his shoulder instead. Erik went still for a moment, then deliberately reached down and picked up the cushion in his long fingers, without turning around, he hurled the silk and tasselled projectile back at his companion, hitting her squarely in the face. He heard an "Oof" as he found his mark and hid a smirk.
Adriana wanted to howl in fury as the cushion fell into her hands, she glared at the Phantom. (How does Dad make them jump when he wants to scare his students?) She thought, frowning, (Oh yeah). A grin crossed her face and she opened her mouth, drawing in a deep breath.
"Monsieur Le Fantôme!" her voice thundered across the lake and echoed through the labyrinth, Erik jumped in surprise, the first three syllables were higher and quieter, while the last two of Fantôme came from the bottom of her range and shouted in his ears. (This is a highly useful trick for gaining someone's attention, especially if you have a deep voice). He spun around in shock to see Adriana smile sweetly at him, allowing a hint of her dimples to show. "Now that I have your attention, will you please go to bed?"
"Why did you just call me that?" Erik asked, still surprised at how effective her voice had been to startle him, (Not that he would let on, of course) he reminded himself to add how she learned that trick to his list of things he had to ask her.
"Because Erik didn't have enough syllables," she smirked, then changed her tone to a pleading one. "Now please Erik, go to bed?" she crossed the room and headed back to her own sleeping area.
"And if
I do not wish to pursue sleep?" he asked, picking up a quill to
write a sudden melody that occurred to him, and raising an eyebrow as
he leaned against the organ keys. Adriana paused, one hand resting on
the doorframe of the passage, "Well you could come to bed, I'm
quite happy to offer you that alternative if you so desire?"
The
fine quill snapped in Erik's fingers as he started,
"Are you
deliberately trying to seduce me?" he asked incredulously,
Adriana's laugh echoed back to him from the dark hallway. "Nope,
that was a straight offer, when I seduce you Erik, believe me, you'll
know."
Authoress: No, "it" does not happen yet. It's after the cameo! After! Get that through your heads!
Erik: What was last night then?
Authoress: That was a gift from cookies-will-invade (read meow! If you like my weirdness, you'll love hers)
Erik: I was a gift!
Authoress: Yes, that's why you came with the bog red bow
Erik: Oh, that explains a lot…