Sorry for the very late update. I have been very sick.. very. Rawr. It is not fair. Going to the doctor's Monday though, so yay.
Thank for the concern. Ever heard of the Whooping cough? I suspect that is what it is.
YiyangYoung: I have never seen Alice In Wonderland. o.O Wow, huh?
Gerfan: Thank you! Then, I have succeeded somewhatly with all the suspense and what not.
...Fears Within a Dream
Breathing deeply, Meg turned to look back at the manor, lifting her head to observe the towering eerie structure. She slowly looked forward, tapping the knocker with a finger as if to test it for heat. After another minute of examining it, she came to the conclusion that knocking would not cause a problem. Quickly, she grabbed the knocker and slammed it four time, when finished she pulled her hand away hastily, stepping back to wait for someone to come. But, no one did.
Annoyed, Meg grabbed for the knocker and knocked again, this time being bolder. Still no one did answer. She sighed out of annoyance, leaning the side of her head against the door. Meg listened for a moment, then growled a bit. "The road insists I knock, but yet no one answers." She said with a sigh, narrating herself and leaned away from the door, arms akimbo. "Excuse me, is anyone there?" Meg called loudly; looking up and stepping back as she did so. For a minute, no one answered. Before Meg could call again she was replied by the click of an unlocking door. She turned her attention to the door, head tilting subtly as it swung open slowly.
The door lead into nothing but thick darkness and for a moment, Meg thought there was nothing even there. "Hello?" Meg called, feeling quite stupid. Suddenly, a soft, dim light flooded over her. A strange noise admitted from her throat as she shielded her eyes with one hand as the light hit them. She blinked repeatedly as her eyes adjusted, lowering her hand slowly to gaze into the stunning main hall. Slowly, she began to step forward onto the marble floor, seemingly hypnotized by the eloquent designs. Meg looked up; mouth opening in awe at the enormous, red ruby enameled chandelier which eerily illuminated the hammer-beam ceiling.
As Meg walked across the sparkling floor, which reflected diamonds from the chandelier above, the hem of her day dress swept over it as well. Quietly, a composition began playing around her in adagio tempo. Softly, it seemed to dance throughout the vast hall, echoing off the walls and gliding past Meg. She turned quickly, listening as the music began to fade up the northwest stairwell, seemingly sliding up the pearl white steps.
Meg glanced back, unsure if she should follow her own curiosity. Though, someone had let her in, right? Surely they would not mind. With that, Meg smiled mischievously, beginning to make her way to the northwest stairwell. She stopped when reaching the stairway, admiring the fanciful wrought iron sides. Clumsily, Meg grasped all she could of the front skirt of her dress with both hands, pulling it off the ground some so she could make her way up the stairs. As she stepped, the adagio became louder and Meg got the feeling she was getting closer.
It began subtly at first, fluffs of gray powder softly swirling in the air as the back of Meg's dress trailed over the steps behind her. The amount of dust grew, despite the spotless floor.
At the top of the stairwell; Meg stopped, dropping the clenched fabric of her dress. She leaned to the right, attempting to see down the shadowed hallway in front of her. "Hello? Anyone here?" She called, beginning to walk toward the hallway slowly, someone had to be here, someone was playing music. Meg stopped before passing the corner into the hallway to look around one last time when a sudden loud slam seemed to shake the ground she stood on and the music stopped with a screech. Startled, Meg turned her head swiftly to look down the hallway, though nothing seemed to have changed at all. "Hello?" Meg said, her voice carrying on down the hallway, the only answering being the increasing volume of the music. For a moment, Meg stepped back, contemplating if she should turn away. Though, she simply took a deep breath and began walking forward.
Before Meg could take another step she felt someone's arm wrapping around her waist from beside her, pulling her around the corner. Meg opened her mouth to scream; though was muffled when her mouth was covered firmly by a gloved hand. A strange noise admitted from her throat as she felt herself being pulled against her attacker. "Quiet!" A male's voice whispered in her ear, and so instead of screaming, she began to thrash against him. Meg heard him curse; though he managed to keep his strong hold on her. "Stop!" He hissed angrily and Meg found herself immediately obeying. "Good, now, compose yourself. I am not going to harm you." Meg felt the man's grip loosen on her waist and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth. Meg slid from his hold and whirled around to face him. Her eyes grew large, and her mouth opened subtly in surprise.
Meg watched as the visible side of The Phantom's brow contorted and he sighed. "Phantom of the Opera, I know. If I had time for the proper introduction, I would have made it much more theatrical." He said, gesturing with one hand limply for, what Meg imagined, drama. She continued to stare at him with a dumbfounded expression, unable to speak. The Phantom placed his hands on his hips, staring at her impatiently. "Well? You speak, do you not?" He said listlessly, and Meg simply nodded dumbly in response. Though, when The Phantom waved her off with a growl and turned to look down the hallway, Meg suddenly was snapped back to reality. He seemed to be extremely anxious.
"Do you.. do you know, by any change, where we are?" Meg said hesitantly, holding up her hand as if she would tap his shoulder and jolted back when The Phantom turned around. He had a very weary expression, though it faded from his face and was replaced with a smirk.
"Your guess is as good as my own, though I would call it hell, mademoiselle." He responded, glancing over as if he had saw something of interest.
"Hell? What do you mean, this looks so magnificent..." Meg trailed off, now looking quite confused. "I do not understand, who lives here?"
"Magnificent? Are you blind?" He said turning his attention back onto her and ignoring her first question.
"Blind?"
"Look around you!" He said harshly, gesturing behind her. Meg stared at him as if he was insane, though she stopped when she noticed the illumination from the chandelier beginning to wane. She turned, gasping as she did so. Networks of cobwebs hung from the chandelier, the floors were now coated in layers of dust as well of the stairs, expect the trail Meg's dress had made on the way up. The hammer-beams has lost all shine, and were now gray with filth, certain sections seemed to be decaying. A small whimper of disbelief passed from Meg's lips and she staggered over to the railing, looking down to the floor below. She studied the trails of footsteps leading through the dust, all seeming to disappear in random places as if the person had disappeared.
"I am sure I passed through here in my terrors. Not quite sure. Rarely has the manor shifted into its normal state." The Phantom mentioned quietly, seeming to speak more to himself. "I do not know why you are here, Mademoiselle Giry. I was certain this was all for me. How disappointing." He mumbled the last part with extreme sarcasm.
Meg looked over at The Phantom in horror, "What is going on? I was in the cemetery, Monsieur! Someone attacked me! Outside, the road disappeared." She pointed toward the front door in distress.
"Mademoiselle. I do not know, but you must leave." Swiftly, he moved forward and grabbed Meg's wrist, beginning to lead her down the staircase. Though half way down he stopped unexpectedly. Meg blinked blankly as he stopped, flinching when he turned around quickly to face her. "I am sorry." He said, releasing her wrist.
"Sorry? Monsieur, what do you mean?" Meg said quietly as the Phantom ran past her up the stairs, stopping at the top and turning to look down at her.
"The door, Mademoiselle." He said despondently and Meg turned to look at the inexistent door.
"The-.. where is the door?" Meg said, starting to make her way slowly down the rest of the stairs, staring in disbelief at the blank wall in front of her. As Meg reached the wall where the entrance once stood, she ran her trembling hands over it. "Where is it?" She shouted, pawing at the wall in vain. Abruptly, Meg stopped, turning to look up at the Phantom, shouting so that her voice carried out through the large hall. "What have you done?"
Reason for me calling Erik, The Phantom. Because well, I want to. o.o Actually, not really, I kept typing Erik on accident. He will be going away soon, but will come back.
Update is iffy, probably Monday sometime, depending on if my muse chooses to leave me again and the sickness becomes to much.
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