My dears I know how you all love cameos and would be willing to attack the mysterious serial killer but it is with great regret that I tell you a cameo DBCA New Years ball or otherwise simply WILL NOT be happening, so please stop asking. I don't want to disappoint you but the danger will be very real in the coming chapters and I would not like to subject you to the whims of my muses who have had little trouble before killing off my characters and I'm sure none of you would like to end up floating face down in the Seine. Again I apologise but that is my final stance and I will not be changing. On that note, I was rereading my cameo chapter last night and where have all those people got to? I miss you!
On the other hand, I just saw Dear Frankie and have been quoting the script for 2 days (I can fake the accent! It's so cool!) And on the other, other hand I have a very pretty new ring made of pewter silver and has three very big pretty roses on it, like a flower growing out of my finger, its extremely lovely and I am in love with it. And here's your update.
"Never!" Erik half shouted in his terrible voice.
"Then who else?"
"I would die first!"
"Please don't, I care too much about you, if its not me it would be Antoinette Giry, but I don't see her name scratched into a dead woman's chest. We're the closest."
Erik stared down at her, in his mind he could hear the mocking bars of his cage clanging shut around him, the crowd laughing at his futile attempts to escape, trapped once more. "You will have to leave, get as far away as you can, I'll send you to the country,"
"Me? You're coming too," she held on to him tightly, refusing to give up her grip on his shirt. Erik shook his head, holding himself rigid to fight back the trembling that threatened to overtake him. Close, he had come so close to finding himself happy, to actually enjoying waking up to find himself no longer alone, only to have it thrown backing his abhorrent face. Beneath his mask, his face drew into a familiar expression of heartache and tears. "It's not safe for you to have me near,"
"Oh but being in a strange country where I don't speak the language, have no means of supporting myself, and in a time when women are viewed as domesticated animals rather than people? Yes Erik, that would be safer now wouldn't it."
"I'm not placing you in danger,"
"That's very noble and gallant my dear Phantom but its stupid nonetheless, you stay, I stay. No two ways about it."
Nadir stared slightly as the Opera Ghost and Theatre Wraith shared a determined battle of wills in a single glance, then Adriana hurled herself further into Erik's thin arms and he crushed her against him. "You can't send me away Erik," she begged, barely loud enough for the Phantom to hear, "You just can't,"
Authoress: Aw…you love me
Erik: I despise you with the entirety of my dark soul you importune eighteen year-old who dazes through her life, dreaming of a demon to rescue her from a life she deems a hell.
Adi (for once dropping the Authoress guise): Well I hate you for being so undeniably perfect and everything I crave to release me from the blandness of all modern society because I can hardly stand to get up in the mornings and when I enter my room at night I stumble to my knees and shake with lonely bitterness that I can never be beside you.
-Both stare at one another for a minute-
…Right then
Short and sharp, but the next update is just a day or so away…if I get 20 reviews –glares knowingly at hit counter- 9 reviews and 71 hits? Come on guys I know I've been slack as all hell but I'm slowly getting back on track, I cant work without your support too you know.