Guess who is now the proud owner of Dracula Two Thousand on DVD! (Hugs her bestest buddy and all round cool chick Mel) Huzzah for pausing on bedroom ceiling scenes and being able to see just how good Gerry's arse looks out of those Don Juan pants…scrummy! And is anyone else convinced that in the final scene of Phantom when Raoul looks around the graveyard after seeing the rose and the ring that Erik is hiding SOMEWHERE in that shot? I paused and went through step by step for that entire shot and I'm sure I saw a tall dark shape moving…I HAVE TO KNOW!
Statistically: Chapter 61 – 94 Favourites, 71 Author Alerts, 137 hits and 18 reviews…something here doesn't match up (One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn't belong) There are three things I use for inspiration in this phic, one is music (obviously) the second is chocolate and the third are your reviews. Now I own 5 versions of the soundtrack, I have a job to supply money to buy chocolate, but it seems pointless to write my own reviews…can I get any more obvious?
Adriana skipped her feet along the dark cobblestones as they clung to the shadows of Paris, humming slightly with a giddy smile on her face, her eyes in a far off place.
"Did you get into the sugar again?" Erik demanded suspiciously as she swished her skirt with coquettish joy.
"No," she smiled, "Just enjoying myself," Erik regarded her with undisguised apprehension, Adriana winked and lifted a handful of skirt to better tap her way along and started to sing,
"All for one
One for all
All for one
And one for all
Some for some
None for none
Slightly less for people we don't like
And a little bit more for me
All round this Blighty land
We are his mighty band
Oooo
King Arthur's strongest Knights
We are prepared to fight
Whooo-ever!
All for one
Two for all
All for some
And free for all"
Erik collapsed against a wall and dropped his head in his hands, "What was that?" he gasped, sides shaking with laughter. Adriana grinned at him, "I knew I'd get you hooked on Monty Python someday," she replied. Erik shook his head and smothered his chuckles with a black gloved hand, he straightened and took her arm.
"Is that now out of your system?" he asked, she shrugged, "For the next zero point five seconds anyway," Erik sighed and led her on to the Persian.
xXx
Nadir was already waiting for them in the private room when Darvon showed the Ghost and the Wraith in, the former daroga stood hurriedly and bowed to them as they passed their cloaks to a servant and were offered cushions and seats. Once they were comfortable Nadir began pacing, a dark scowl on his swarthy face.
"Damn you Erik sometimes I swear I don't know how you do it," he muttered, Adriana and Erik shared a puzzled look.
"Do what daroga?" the Phantom purred, Nadir rounded on him, salt and pepper hair falling in front of hisjade eyes.
"Appear at my restaurant the very night the police come to visit and tell me of another murder! Asking if I truly believe the Opera to be free of all ghosts!"
"Another one?" Adriana was startled, Erik flinched,
"Are the police still here?" Erik demanded, Nadir shook his head, "They're getting impatient, they're tired of waiting for the managers to declare the Christmas season over so they can begin a proper search," he spread his hands helplessly, "I don't know how long it will be possible to conceal the truth from them, sooner or later they will be permitted to search the Opera House."
"Are you suggesting you would sell me out daroga?" Erik's voice was a deadly hiss, Nadir held up his hands defensively, "You know I would never do that my friend, but perhaps it is time to leave Paris, if you are not here, how can they arrest you?"
"They should already believe I am not here already!" Erik's voice shattered the room's acoustics. Nadir's fists clenched
"I have lied for you before Erik, many times, but these men are not the bribing sort of the political rats' nest of Persia, the city wants blood, and willing or not if you do not leave they will find you!"
Beneath the mask, Erik's face twisted into an ugly sneer, he opened his mouth to retort when a third party joined the argument.
"Part fools, put up your swords, you know not what you do!"
The angry expression on Erik's lips died, as he looked at Adriana, standing furiously on the deep carpets, looking at the both of them with flat eyes,
"What is your obsession with Shakespeare?" he asked, she shrugged in reply.
"I like how he says things without actually coming out and saying them," she said, crossing back to her seat.
"You mean a metaphor,"
"That is the most useful word," Adriana enthused, "All sorts of situations can be explained using metaphors!"
Both men stared at her, she coughed and went red, "Dweia, in The Redemption of Althalus, by David and Leigh Eddings," Nadir blinked his jade eyes. "It's a good book!" she protested, "Now who was murdered and when and where?" she sat back onto her couch and folded her arms expectantly.
"Mademoiselle," Nadir tried, "It is not safe for you here, surely you would not be considering continuing with this case?"
Adriana stared at him, "Like hell I'm not!" she retorted, "You forget daroga this is my home too, I'm not leaving without a fight."
"You'll fight either way anyway," Erik muttered, folding his long form into a divan, Adriana shrugged, "It keeps me entertained," she glanced at Nadir, "Files?"
The daroga sighed, "I will fetch them," he replied, "Will there be anything else?"
"A good hairdresser if you know of one?" Adriana asked, tossing her braid over one shoulder, Nadir stared, then glanced at Erik, who shrugged
"I'll fetch Yayanne," he murmured, bowing his way out.
Sorry for the short chapter, it was intended to be longer but I just had my wisdom teeth ripped out yesterday and my brain does not appreciate being told to write when I'm all drugged up. The problem is I've been writing some kick arse stuff for later on but cant seem to write the here and now, so bear with me, the next chapter should be up as soon as I can write it. Then we have a funny one (wicked laughter)...