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Okay, just for confirmation, this is mad loopy, scary Erik for now. May be fluffy Erik later. We shall see…
Now on with the show…
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Bone crushing force swelled upon the girl's fragile frame. She was thrown heavily onto the stone wall, and as she turned to defend herself, a clawed hand rushed at her throat, pinning her in place. She tried to cream, but all that escaped her was a strangled groan. Clutching wildly at the hand of her attacker, she tried to pull it off, but to no avail.
Erik leered in at his victim with a sneer. She stared at him with desperate cobalt eyes, that filled with terrified tears as he hissed at her;
"You are trespassing."
"Please!" she choked. "Don't, please!" He gazed at her levelly with a cold malice, increasing the pressure on her windpipe.
"Why? Go on, redeem yourself."
"I didn't- I…" It was as though she was caught in a vice. Smothering walls seemed to push in on all sides, and she was growing dizzy from the lack of oxygen, her head too heavy for her head. What cruel fate was this, that her last sight would be that face? Such a face, that was broken before it was even made.
With the last of the strength that she could muster, she spat;
"Demon!" and her eyes drooped…
Suddenly, she felt herself slip through the fingers that had captured her, and landed with a smack on the damp stone floor. She gasped in lungfuls of cold, resurrecting air, pushing herself up on aching arms, trembling all over. Risking a petrified glance up through her wayward black hair, she saw the Opera Ghost reclining in his throne, regarding her with a venom so intense it made her feel nauseous. She scrambled to get up, but he leant forward, staring her down.
"Sit, you little viper!" Furious that she was obeying, she sank to her knees.
"What do you want with me?" she asked defiantly.
"Your name, for now."
"Angelique Brouille." It seemed as though the words were torn from her mouth. She didn't want to answer him, didn't want to give him any power.
"Stand."
Commands again? Curse him!
"STAND!" Shocked into submission by the roar, she struggled to her feet, swaying slightly.
"How old are you?" he said, returning to that dangerous, quiet voice again.
"Nineteen," Angelique answered fearfully. He shook his head.
"Older he muttered."
Older? Older than who? Older than Christine?
"Please," she begged, "I have a family. My mother and sister, they-"
"Silence!" He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. Angelique saw this as her chance. She was not going to die down here, damn it!
She bolted for the lake, splashing into the water, but had barely got eight feet before she felt a powerful pair of arms seize her around the waist, dragging her back.
"No! Get off me, you brute!"
At the shore she felt herself forced to the ground yet again, a painful weight on her left leg as the man knelt behind her, trapping her calf firmly under his knee. He held her chin roughly, forcing her head back so he could whisper in her ear;
"If I let you go now, you'd turn me in. that just won't do."
"What are you going to do to me?" Angelique whimpered.
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Hee hee, cliffhangery goodness! Well, what do you think, guys?