I STILL don't have a plot, but wheels are SLOWLY turning in my head. I haven't decided if the person who was watching her was the Phantom or not. Thanks to AngelofMusic387 for your review! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Well here's chapter four!
But who to ask?
Dawn couldn't wait to see what he's reply would be. He had some nerve to act all high and mighty! She wuld show him. Dawn was now only somewhat afraid of what he would do because she had heard stories. She went over what she had written in her head:
M. Fantome,
You son-of-a-bitch! How DARE you give me warnings! If you weren't such a coward you would have shown your face and not just left SHITTY notes! You don't like my languge? WELL TOUGH! Go try and scare someone else shitless because I'm not falling for this whole "I'm the Phantom of the opera, all must do as I say" shit! Now have I used all the forms of SHIT? Oh, wait, MERDE! HAPPY? FURIOUS? OH-FUCKING-WELL!
Your colorful with language "servant",
Mlle. De Barbarack
Dawn had to laugh at what she had written. It was the first time that she was truly unlady-like but this man just pissed her off! She really didn't want to face him, but it was the only way to prove that he was a REAL man who was a coward and not some sort of "Fantome du L'opera". Dawn had heard some stories of what had happen between the phantom and a young prima donna named Christine Daae, but she wanted to learn more now that she had the phantom's attention. But who could she ask?
ERIK'S POV:
He watched as the young woman storm out of the room he'd also recently vacated. She was proving to be quite entertaining, more so than... well, you know. Her dirty mouth enraged him on bad days (when he was comparing everything on this plane of existance to Christine) and amused him on good ones. Today, he was amused. He was itching to read her latest letter.
Erik swooped silently down from the rafters and picked the lock with ease. He strolled to the nightstand where the note was and picked it up. The girl's seal was nonexistant, so one less thing to worry about getting on his gloves. He took the letter out of the envelope and read it over, chuckling quitely to himself. It was time to pay his little angel a visit...