Ok back in busyness, well I wasn't really ever out of it but… w/e ok so I decided to venture back on and I had some reviews and I read the story and I was like hmmm….. Ok cool I'll write some more if it pleases. I also read Susan Kay's the Phantom so I can maybe get Erik down better….MABYE
First things first I don't and probably never will own anything that has to do with what I'm writing about….. not really even the meg giving back Erik's mask idea, not mine, but someone much more creative than me… and yes so the story…. Buckle up kids it's gonna be a bumpy ride!
Meg
The walk back to the upper level wasn't nearly as bad as her fiasco to the bottom, which included falling asleep and getting a not so royal telling off by "Erik". He was so quiet that it was almost enough to want to make her start talking, but she would try not to. For the sake of her own life and probably his own sanity.
Finally they reached an area the she was familiar with, Christine's prayer room. Meg had never been this way, except when waiting for Christine. And she hadn't been there since before Don Juan. She almost broke the silence to inform him of this but, after their antagonizing 10 stroll through the decrepit parts of the opera house Erik finally spoke to her.
"This is your stop Miss. Meg. Now I am going to let you continue your journey with out my supervision but if I learn of any new Phantom stories I will know who to send my reviews to. Can you comprehend what I am saying?"
God he was making it hard to talk to, all he had to do was be in the vicinity. After that you were through.
"Yes." Yes? Jesus I'm pitiful.
"Good then I will be seeing you shortly." He purred as has swished past her, his cloak leaving a small torrent of wind behind him.
What does he mean seeing me shortly….
Erik
Erik didn't really know how the stupid girl had gotten into layer now that he was really thinking about it. He was sure he had sealed off and even booby trapped all the entrances. This had been bothering him the walk to the top, the traps, and then the unfortunate fact that this was no ordinary ballet rat, this was Meg Giry. Madame Giry's daughter, and sadly Christine's best friend and confidant.
Ah Christine, I wonder what my prodigy is doing right this very minute, ah yes "Raoul" he spat the word out loud hopping maybe it would ride him of a bad taste.
"Erik Raoul is not a bad person, and I would not recommend doing anything to hasty, via making enemies with someone, who while his life is in your dept now has the obvious upper hand on you. And I would prefer you not go around kidnapping Meg, I need her here to help. Preferably in a competent mental state." Madame Giry had pulled on her own famous moves and had caught Erik off guard, chiding him like a small child.
I Suppose I am a child compared to her.
He contemplated telling her this while she continued to scold him. She finally ended with her "I'm shocked you didn't'' try and let me know that you where alive." Where he informed her that he was a hunted man and then decided it was best to leave. Sadly he only made it about two steps before Giry was calling his name.
Hmmm do I really need her this much?
"The managers have your 20,000 francs do you not want it?"
Yes I still needed her, damn.
He watched her set the envelope down on the grey stone floor and then silently limp off. Poor woman. He really did feel sorry for her. She had Meg, and then all but raised Christine. However daren't dwell on her, Christine, less he decided to "clean up" the already scrawny staff that worked his opera house. However there was still the though of how to deal with Meg, Shy, quiet, lazy Meg
His home was disastrously unkempt after the recent turn of events; he might have some use for her.
Wow you know I never know how much I type or don't until I post this…. Ok I read through this, and it sounds better, and I can read my grammar so whoot whoot! Ok so please review and tell me how it sound or read if you will since that's what one does with a story