Hi all! Wow how long has it been? A month? I'm so very sorry for my taking ages to update but you know that little thing called life? Well it got in the way...as it usually does. Hopefully my next one after this wont take as long but I cant promise anything...please dont beat me! To my wonderful, excellent reviewers (oh how I love you all!)
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Now without any further adoooooo...here's the story!
Previously:
As he felt his angel drifting off to sleep, she mumbled something into his chest that he did not catch. "What was that mon ange?" he asked quietly.
She nestled closer and answered, "I said I think I love you Erik." It was at that point Erik felt his insides grow cold; realizing one part of his plan had worked a little too well. When he was sure she was asleep, he whispered to her, "No you don't angel, no you don't."
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A/n: Mwa hahahahahaha I really enjoyed writing this chapter, I could just imagine it happening! Hope you enjoy…
9: Confrontations and pillow talk-
Melody Giry lay awake in her bed as she had done a lot recently, surrounded by the soft snores of the other ballet girls and her own confused thoughts.
It had been weeks, maybe months since she had last slept with Erik, and he still hadn't corresponded with her as he usually did. No notes, no messages through her mother, nothing.
She had tried forgetting about it, telling herself that he was a busy man and that she was only there to help him, but each time she was left feeling used and disappointed, and her worst nightmare would crawl from the depths of her mind; perhaps he had found someone else.
She sat up slowly in the dark, feeling hot tears beginning to form behind her eyes and crept out of the room, deciding a walk might clear her turbulent thoughts. He's not obligated to me, she thought sadly. But why does he have to toy with me so? I do have feelings. Wiping a stray tear off her cheek, she left her dorm and crept into the darkness.
She padded quietly along the polished floorboards in her bed socks, traveling aimlessly and shivering slightly as the draft through the large hallway wrapped itself around her shoulders like a heavy blanket and kept her thoughts bleak. It's not his fault, of course he mustn't know what feelings are, he lost them long ago, and you know that. No wonder maman warned me so often against him, if only I had listened!
She raised her puffy eyes to the gas lamp burning above her and realized she had made her way to the private rooms. As she turned quickly to leave the 'forbidden' territory, she noticed that the door to room 13, Alyssa's room, was slightly ajar and leaking feeble candlelight into the dim hallway.
Without thinking, Melody moved silently towards the door and opened it wider, the hinges creaking softly as she did. After a quick check, she noted the room was empty and slipped inside, closing the door firmly behind her and thinking instantly about how much trouble she could get Alyssa into for straying at night.
Melody cast her eyes around the large room, feeling jealously rise in great torrents within her as she gazed at all the luxuries bestowed on such an unworthy wench.
She passed her hand over the soft quilt on the double bed, opened the wardrobe and admired the beautiful dresses hanging there. She delicately touched the many perfume and stage makeup bottles all of the highest quality, and lastly, made her way towards the enormous ornate mirror at the end of the room. She watched her reflection moving silently closer until she could reach out and unite herself with it, placing a hand on the clean glass so that the two Melody's were connected.
She looked into the eyes of her own reflection and saw the sadness there, and wondered if it was that plain for everyone else to see. She turned away sharply, dragging her hand across the mirror and jumped back suddenly as it slid open a little way. With her brows knitted in curiosity, she slipped through the mirror and pulled it shut behind her.
She was at once immersed in total blackness and, cursing herself for forgetting a candle, began making her way down the tunnel using her hands as a guide. After about ten steps, she stopped suddenly as she realized she was no doubt heading towards Erik's lair.
She knew the way down through the main cellars, and guessed there were more entrances all throughout the Academy, this being one of them. Confusion struck her as she wondered why an entrance was behind Alyssa's mirror, and she made her way back towards it to confirm her growing suspicion.
When she found the glass again, she pressed her face to it and sure enough, could just see into the dimly lit dressing room. "Oh please no…" She whispered brokenly. Surely Erik wasn't seeing her! As she made up her mind to leave or to continue exploring, she heard something which made her feel physically sick.
Taking a few steps into the gloom listening hard for what she knew was there, she let new tears flow freely down her already tearstained cheek. It was the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking. Before she had a chance to decide who it was, Erik's distinctive voice rang out distantly, and although it was just within Melody's earshot, she knew without thinking what had been shouted. Alyssa.
Melody staggered backwards, her knees giving way beneath her as she crashed against the cold stone. She wrapped her arms around herself and sobbed openly, not caring if she was heard.
So her worst fears were true, he was with someone else, and that someone else happened to be her enemy. After what seemed like eternity, she stopped crying and was quiet, and feeling completely numb and broken, stood on shaky legs and made her way back to her own dorm, making sure she left everything exactly as she found it.
As she reached her bed and fell into it, she suddenly felt angrier than she had in all her life. This meant war.
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Erik sat at his cluttered desk alone trying in vain to compose, but the nights events were clouding his usually clear musical thoughts. He didn't allow himself to wake with his new piece of flesh, as the thought of morning-after pillow talk made him cringe. Melody had been terrible with that the first few times and he had gotten into the habit of getting up early to avoid it.
After numerous failed composing attempts, he threw down his quill in frustration and reclined in his desk chair, running his hand through his tousled hair and went over what was causing him so much angst.
The courtship had gone as planned; she had succumbed to the power of her attraction to him and allowed him to bring her down here. No troubles there. The seduction had been better than he had imagined, so no problems arose there either.
He smiled to himself briefly at the recollections, and realized with a start that the mere thoughts were arousing. He snapped out of his erotic daydream and furrowed his brow in confusion. What was the quandary then? The sudden remembrance hit him like a punch in the gut, the five words that Alyssa had mumbled before sleep overtook her. I think I love you.
Erik hung his head in his hands and groaned. Of course you fool! How could you forget? She said she loves you, and probably assumes you love her. Only you don't, do you? No. She is just a distraction as far as you're concerned. Just a distraction, just a distraction… O lord!
His mind began its battle against itself as it usually did, with the rational side voicing its opinion before the spiteful side. He listened to the comparably sane thoughts that came first, thinking them through before waiting patiently for what he knew would come. How will you break it to her eh? Like you usually do I suppose, go right out and say it. Let you feelings out Erik. 'Alyssa I don't love you, I'm only using you.' There something like that, isn't it? Just like with Chantelle, only reversed. You remember what she did, don't you? Erik gritted his teeth at the cutting remarks conjured by his own mind. At least she heard you out, watched you cry like an infant. I doubt Alyssa will do the same, seeing as she has those things, oh what would you call them? Feelings, perhaps?
He suddenly and without warning stood sharply, sending the desk chair crashing out behind him.Aware of the tremendous emotions welling inside his core, he glanced around quickly in search of an outlet to vent his rage and finding nothing, roared into the silence of the grotto, slamming his fists into the hard wood of the desk, hearing the polished oak splinter under the force.
With his voice still echoing through the stone caverns, he snatched the nearest piece of paper, scribbled an almost ineligible note to Alyssa, snatched his cloak off the hanging pegs and stormed out in the direction of the Academy cellars, leaving a small portion of his fury lingering in the cold air.
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Alyssa woke to the sudden sound of wood splitting and her angel's voice booming around the cavern. As she went to rise from the large silk clad bed, curiosity and concern beginning to surface, she heard the door slam at the top of the stairs from whence they came last night and, feeling the chill of the grotto air on her bare skin, decided to slip back between the soft linen and wait for his return to ask what was wrong.
Making herself comfortable once more, she pondered over the previous evenings events, smiling as she felt a small blush break out on her cheeks. She loved Erik's commanding nature, and the immense power she felt coursing through her when she was near him.
The power that she knew he had over her both frightened and excited her, and every time she was without him, she felt less than whole. He was her missing link, the final piece of her puzzle. In her mind they were made for one another, even anatomically, she thought with a smile.
"Oh Erik…" she sighed happily as she buried her face into his silken pillow, inhaling his sweet aroma that was uniquely Erik. She thought again back to lovemaking and giggled into the pillow, feeling the sudden urge to want to do it again. Never in her wildest dreams had it been so good, putting to shame all the stories she had told. Yes, she thought with a smirk, I could definitely get used to this…
As she rolled over to get some cool air on her now burning face, she heard the cellar door open again, and the unmistakable swish of fabric across the stone floor.
Giggling slightly, she moved into the centre of the bed and sat up, pooling all the silken sheets around her bare form and waited for him in anticipation. Without warning the door opened and Erik strode in, the familiar smirk plastered across the visible half of his face. How does he walk so silently? She thought as he seemingly floated towards her without a sound.
After tossing his cloak to the side, he mounted the bed and to Alyssa's surprise, shoved her backwards into the pillows behind her and propped himself on top of her in one fluid movement, still smirking down at her.
She giggled as he bent to kiss her passionately, then lifted his head an inch to growl a low 'good morning' into her swollen lips. He met them again, exploring her warm mouth with his tongue, then held her hips between his knees and flipped them over so she was on top, never breaking the kiss.
She sat up once they needed air, and straddling his hips giggled a 'good morning' back as he ever so gently ghosted his gloved fingers up her bare sides. Before she had a chance to lose herself again to his touch, a thought suddenly struck her and she grabbed his shoulders fiercely.
"Erik what time is it?" She asked urgently. He just smiled and twisted a hand in her dark hair, attempting to bring her back down into a kiss.
"Time for me to make love to you again." He growled as she pulled back up against him.
"No Erik this is serious." He met her gaze and sighed dejectedly.
"Quarter past nine in the morning, mon ange. Why?" Alyssa swore suddenly and leapt off Erik's lap, then began a search for her discarded clothing. Erik sat up and stared at her in confusion. Was she that eager to leave him already?
As she hurriedly yanked her skirt on, she half shouted, "You of all people should know that breakfast starts at nine! If I'm late, I'll be interrogated, and I don't really feel like that right now, ok?" He nodded in understanding and rose to help her with her corset, which she was struggling with.
Once she was dressed, she turned to him again, kissed him deeply and whispered, "I'll be back as soon possible." And with that, flew to the cellar door in a flurry of chiffon skirts and was gone in seconds, leaving Erik alone in the darkness.
Alyssa raced up the stone passageway towards the sleeping dorms as fast as she could, praying that she would not trip on some unseen obstacle and, once she reached the final door to the outside, stopped to catch her ragged breath.
Placing one ear to the wooden door, she noted that the place sounded deserted and slowly turned the handle. Taking a quick glance through the doorway, she found the hallway to be empty and slipped through, shutting the door behind her and hurrying to the dining hall.
Without warning, a small hand grabbed her wrist hard and she stopped dead in her tracks, turning slowly to meet the icy blue tearstained eyes of her captor, Melody Giry. Alyssa almost laughed aloud as she yanked her hand out of Melody's grasp, breathing a sigh of relief that it was her and not her mother.
"What do you want missy?" Alyssa snapped at the smaller blonde. The next action was totally unexpected by Alyssa as Melody slapped her fiercely square across the cheek, leaving a perfect handprint on the skin.
"You bitch!" She shrieked in her high pitched voice, a hint of hoarseness making its way through from the wailing the night before. She slapped Alyssa again on the opposite cheek, with enough force to send her stumbling backwards against the wall.
Alyssa raised her hands to shield her face from the next blow she could see coming and cried out, "What the hell is wrong with you!" Melody was sobbing uncontrollably before her now, her fists raised ready to strike.
The sight before Alyssa was frightening; the little weak blonde she knew had totally transformed, her usually immaculate golden locks tousled and strewn about her face, her red rimmed eyes leaking mascara down her white porcelain cheeks, the knuckles on her raised fists glowing red raw as if she had been punching stone.
"Why did you take him from me?" she cried brokenly, "You stupid whore! He was mine!" Alyssa shrank back against the wall as Melody approached her, swinging punches haphazardly at her, and she cried out as she was caught on the side of the jaw, the forehead, the nose and in the centre of the chest.
With the wind knocked out of her she sank to her knees and watched as blood began to trickle from her nose and splash on the polished floorboards. As she gasped for air, Melody twisted her hand in Alyssa's hair and yanked her head back, eliciting a small cry. "Why?" she hissed into Alyssa's bloodstained face.
Looking up through teary eyes, Alyssa managed to mouth the word 'what', only to be rewarded with another full force slap in the face. "Erik!" Melody screamed the name into Alyssa's face and she began to piece the puzzle together.
Erik must have previously been with Melody and now she was jealous because she had found out our secret, but how? I haven't spoken to anyone yet, and Erik… She remembered his disappearance earlier that morning and froze, surely not…Melody bought her back to reality with a punch upside the head and dropped her hair, causing her to fall on her face.
"If you ever see him again, you won't live to regret it, slut." Melody hissed, and with one last kick to the stomach, left Alyssa lying in the hallway, passed out and bleeding.
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About an hour after Alyssa had left, Erik had decided he would surface to watch her dance to kill time. Upon reaching the catwalks above the main stage and finding Alyssa missing, he began to worry.
He also noticed that Melody was as white as a sheet and had her hands bandaged, but dismissed it without a second thought and went about finding Madame Giry to get some answers. He managed to make his way behind the large curtain to the extreme left of the stage and caught her attention in his usual way, clamping his hand over her mouth and quickly dragging her behind the curtain before anyone noticed.
He turned her sharply to face him and glared down at her frightened form. "Where's Alyssa?" he hissed at her as she removed herself from his vice-like grip. "How should I know? You are the great overseer, or have you given up stalking?"
Erik raised his fist to strike the older woman, then lowered it again as he wisely changed his mind. "Do not be smart with me Madame. Did she not arrive for morning routines?"
Giry shook her head tiredly, and sighed as she met his anxious gaze. "No monsieur, I did not even see her at breakfast. I thought she was with you seeing as she was absent from her room last night." Erik visibly went paler with each new sentence, and made up his plan of action.
"That is none of your concern. I have to find her." With that and a swirl of a dark cloak, he was gone, leaving Giry to go back to class. He searched the Academy high and low, finding only one possible sign she was there; a small pool of blood near the cellar door, but even that was highly unlikely.
Almost out of his mind with worry, he went through the cellar door and started making his way back to his lair only to find her sprawled a few meters down the dark hallway.
Gasping suddenly, he knelt beside her and checked her vital signs. As he laid his hands on her, she awoke from her unconscious spell and began sobbing, and it seemed to Erik like she was trying to communicate something to him.
He noticed the trail of blood from her nose and visible bruising on her face and felt light headed. Yes he may have been a murderer, but seeing Alyssa in this state made him feel ill. Once she had settled a little, he scooped her up gently and began carrying her back to the grotto where he would find out who committed this crime.
Once they reached the cavern, Erik drew Alyssa a bath and tended to her wounds, being careful not to show too much emotion to draw her in more than she already was, and began to comprehend what had happened.
Melody had attacked Alyssa over him, and from what Alyssa had told Erik, she had been crazy. Alyssa had also told Erik of the threat Melody had shot at her between punches and decided, much to Alyssa's disappointment, that he would take the situation into his own hands.
He placed Alyssa gently into bed and told her to rest, she would be out of action for a few days and he wanted her to heal as soon as possible for multiple reasons, and then went to his desk to plan out this mess.
Alyssa would stay down there with him until some sort of event came about that required her to sleep up above and would attend her normal classes unless he thought otherwise, and finally, Melody must be monitored when Alyssa was up there, he wasn't going to risk another such incident. He would write a note to Melody to tide her over for the time being, and if she tried another stunt, she would be the one regretting it.
He reclined in his chair and smirked to himself, feeling a great sense of power at the ability to control her life and, feeling rather pleased with himself, allowed a small laugh before getting up to make himself a scotch.
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