Author's Note: Hi! Sorry I haven't updated in a while- I, ever the procrastinator, have been trying to cram finishing all my homework into a couple of days. But, I'm done and now am sadly back in school. As long as the teachers aren't too evil, I should be updating more often. Sorry if this is bad, it was written during extra time in English class and sounds really...cheesy.

Chapter 6:

The insolence of the boy! Erik was on the edge of breaking his promise to Madam Giry, but the viscount just stood there, honesty written across his battered face. What annoyed Erik the most was that he was right. His opera was not getting any better; if anything it was getting worse. Erik stood up, glad to have a few inches on the man. The deChagny seemed to falter for a moment, and lowered his eyes. Erik smirked, and swept past him, careful not to touch the wounded man. He did not care if he caused the viscount any discomfort, he simply didn't want him invading his space any longer than necessary. He paused at his cloak, unsure of wether or not to leave him alone in his home. When he saw the viscount leaning on his organ, he decided against going out.

"Kindly remove your hands from my possessions monsieur, or I shall have to remove them myself."

The man hauled himself off the organ, seeing the dagger that lay within Erik's reach. Erik noticed him falter, still weak from his escapade with God knows what. He rolled his eyes at the stupidity of the boy.

"You should be in bed monsieur. It would not do if Madam Giry were to find you dead from exhaustion. I have enough trouble with that woman as it is."

Erik watched as the viscount meekly complied and frowned. He had expected him to be the kind of man to fight back. Christine had chosen this weakling over him?! Perfect. Just perfect.

The dagger laying on his desk was looking more appealing than ever. The viscount had been there only four days and it was already driving him to more insanity than was normal. DeChagny was recovering much faster then expected, and each day could stand for longer periods of time. Unfortunately, he was also getting restless and his improving ability to walk allowed him to explore the cavern. He even had the nerve to read over parts of the opera Erik had left on the organ. He kept any comments to himself however, having seen the gleam in Erik's eye as he transformed a piece of rope into a noose. Erik could see what parts he disliked or enjoyed however- the fool simply did not have the ability to school his features to hide his emotions as Erik could. He became even more annoyed when the viscount's bruises faded, slowly revealing an angelic face. Unlike his own monstrous features, deChagny's were flawless- radiating light and warmth. He was the exact opposite of Erik- reminding him of everything he could not be. And he hated him for it.

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