Mecredez- I would like to thank you for your honesty as well, in your review; but all the same in my defense. You have not written anything. I am not a professional writer and if that is all you want to see on fanfiction then I suggest you leave and go buy a book. If my story was that painful to read then why in the heck did you go all the way to chapter 8? This proves one of two theories, either you are a glutton for pain, or you are just plain dumb. Yes, I will admit that I am not good with grammar but don't try to sugar coat a flame towards me until you write something better…
Your faithful writer,
Destiny
Chapter 9
His reflection stared silently back at him. He quickly covered his revolting face with the porcelain mask when he heard footsteps from the hall. Hearing the faint click of Destiny's door closing he let himself relax.
Smoothing down his hair and taking one last glance at his image, he finally stood up and headed for Destiny's room.
The faint knock on the door told Destiny that it was time to go. She had never been nervous about dates before. Wait, was this a date? She decided not to think about it. Fat chance Erik knew what a "date" was anyway. She might as well enjoy herself and not think about the real reason that they were going. She would die before she admitted that it made her sick to her stomach, to herself as well as anyone else. He was just a man. No big deal. She had dealt with men before. They were all the same. Weren't they?
She shook her head as she opened the door. Trying to keep her composure she slowly walked past him and out into the hall. At the door she wrapped in her shawl opened the door and walked out; Erik right behind her with a baffled look on the left side of his face.
"What is wrong?" He inquired.
"Hmmm. What? Oh nothing. I've just never been to an opera before tonight. Tell me, who will be singing?"
Erik visibly tensed for a second and then shrugged his shoulders. "I do not know butterfly."
"Butterfly? Where in the hell did that come from?"
"I do not know that either. I guess your beauty reminds me of something that should be able to fly, to be free." Destiny could tell he was pulling this all out of a place where the sun never shines, and Erik knew she did too.
"I will not use it again as it seems to irritate you I will not call you by that anymore."
"I never said that it irritated me and it doesn't, frankly I don't care what you call me."
There was a bit more venom in her words than she intended but she didn't really care about that either. All she wanted to do was enjoy herself, and hope that Erik did as well.
They got up to box 5 and took their seats. Madame Giry had left two pairs of opera glasses on the railing along with a note addresses to Destiny. Erik reached for the letter but Destiny quickly snatched it and stashed it under her butt.
If he has the balls to grab anything from under there I think I really need to reconsider his personality, she thought to herself.
Then she was that he had another letter in his hands addressed to him.
"Destiny, may I see your letter?" Erik asked innocently.
"No, you may not. If I am not mistaken it was addresses to me and it is my business alone. After I read it then I will decide if it is of any importance to you."
"But…"
"But nothing. I didn't ask to see yours so back off! Have I made myself clear?" Destiny cut him off as the curtain started to lift.
Destiny could not help feeling her heart sink when Christine walked onto the stage, glanced up at their box and started singing.
Half way through the production she wanted to walk out. She was so stressed she made herself sick to her stomach. When the curtain fell for the last time Destiny was so mad she wanted to hit something or in this case someone. She wasn't sure who she wanted to smack more Christine or Erik.
Okay, cool calm breezes Destiny. Cool calm breezes. She sat there fuming at the fact that Erik looked happy tonight, and it was not because of her. She had only been jealous once before in her career with guys and she didn't recall it being anywhere near this horrible.
She finally stood up and escorted herself back to the house without a word. When they were both back in the house Erik finally lost his cool with her attitude.
"What is going on with you tonight? I want to try and take you out for an evening and you act as if I am the last person that you want to spend time with!"
"WHAT! You wanted to spend time with me! I don't think so, try again."
"I don't know what you mean dearest.."
"STOP calling me those little pet names my name is DESTINY DAMN IT! And don't you try to put my bad mood on my shoulders its there enough as it is! You act all innocent, but do you think that I am truly stupid enough to not realize that the only reason you went to the opera tonight was because Christine was the FUCKING STAR!"
By this time they had migrated into the hallway, and where standing in their doorways yelling across the hall.
"If you are going to try to insult my with your type of slanders then you might want to make sure that I know what they mean."
"Maybe that is part of the insult. That you don't know what they mean and I know that you are gonna be kicking yourself in the ass until you know. And if you had any brains in your thick dumb head then you would realize that I was not insulting you. I was insulting CHRISTINE!"
With that said Destiny finally slammed her door shut and lock it. She couldn't yell anymore, it reminded her of to many things that she had tried to forget. As she lay in bed that night one line from her favorite song played over and over in her mind.
"I believe the sun should never set upon an argument."
This was sadly one of the times that she would…
