Still sick, oh joy. I actually wrote something like this when I was soupy on cough medicine. I ended up writing nonsense and it turned into some kind of strange humor story. o.O Thing. So, when in my right mind, I rewrote it.
Doubt you all would want to read the insanity in my mind when I am on medicine. XD
Anyways, this is still kind of shakey. I would like to fix it up as well, so if anyone is willing to give me a lengthy review(or e-mail) about it, I could be gracious.
gerfan: Thank you. I tried my best with the manor change, glad it worked out okay.
Orli's EEPs Chica: Yay, you are reviewing my new story! I knew few would, see, so very few like gothic horror. I am glad you do! Sorry if this chapter isn't very good.
...Fears Within a Dream
"Done? Oh, yes, of course. Mademoiselle, it simply disappeared." He mockingly shrugged and continued, "I am sorry to say you have been brought into a nightmare. Although, I offer my aid despite the fact that you have offended me. For you see Mademoiselle, as much as I pride myself on my many talents, you are completely mistaken." The Phantom said calmly, smiling smugly. This only added to Meg's fear and frustration, she felt as if he was insulting her. She ignored the voice in her head telling her to keep her mouth closed. The situation she was currently in seemed to completely fog the fear, and interest, she had for the man she was speaking with.
"You are quite arrogant." Meg said pointedly, glaring as the Phantom replied with a simple shrug. She began to walk forward into the middle of the room. "I do not understand why I am here, nor why you are. Actually, Monsieur I can not say I care. I do not wish to play your game. I want to go home. I do not even want to figure any of this out." She muttered the last part, feeling tears coming to her eyes. The whole situation was so bizarre and random, that she felt herself becoming emotionally unstable. It was then; Meg suddenly stopped and looked up the staircase at The Phantom. "I get it.. this is a dream." Relief washed over her and she smiled. "A dream."
"A dream Mademoiselle? I am no dream." The Phantom replied listlessly. As he finished his comment, he began to look around, as if he expected someone else to be in the room.
"And why not? You have been in my dreams before."
"How demoralizing." He said, her comment bringing his attention back to her quickly receiving a disapproving look."Anyways, It does not matter. This is all a dream."
"Mademoiselle, It is a dream indeed. Though, you and I, however, are not." He began making his way down the stairs with grace, his comment making Meg glance around in slight distress.
Meg looked over at The Phantom as he stepped down the last step and for a moment, Meg thought he was going to hit her, though he did nothing of the sort. "You must trust me, if you want to get through this. I can only help, but you must listen to me, understand?" His voiced was softer then usual, though it still held a bit of impatience. Meg was unsure if she could trust this phantom but it was not as if she had any other choice, wearily, she nodded. "All right," He took a deep breath, "In this manor, this place; you will see horrors you cannot imagine. Some worse then others. I cannot save you. You will have to go through quite a lot on your own. The things are similar to nightmares; I cannot explain them otherwise. Some appear at random, most in series. None are real, they will feel and appear to be, but are not nevertheless." As he was talking, Meg noticed a series of small cut across the visible side of his face that she had not seen there before. "Beside that, I do not know what else to tell you." The Phantom finished.
Meg stared at him blankly, she really had no idea what he was saying. If any of this was true or not. What these dreams meant, if anything at all. "You are.." She trailed off, deciding to ask another question, "How long have you been here?"
"Not long." The Phantom's voice quieted, as if he was lying and he turned away in a reluctant manner.
"There is another way out, surely a back door of some sort." Meg thought aloud, "I will be leaving now Monsieur." She said hurriedly, turning on her heel and quickly making her way to a side door as if his whole speech had not processed at all.
"Marguerite, no!" She heard The Phantom yell behind her as she stopped before the door. Meg scoffed, ignoring him as she grabbed the dust coated doorknob, though she hesitated when she become conscious of the fact that he had just said her name. Before she could open her mouth to speak, she felt his cold grip around her wrist. Meg yelped as The Phantom wrapped his arms around her firmly from behind, in a seemingly gesture to protect her. Meg did not know if he was trying to stop her from opening the door, or simply hugging her, either way he was much to late as she had already opened the door. All Meg could see was black before a terrified gasp left her throat and a wave of shadow seemed to engulf The Phantom and herself.
When Meg regained consciousness, she found herself in the hallway she was going to walk down before The Phantom had grabbed her. Grunting, she sat up, leaning against the wall as her eyes adjusted. Meg took in an irregular breath, looking around for The Phantom, though found herself alone. The hallway had changed entirely and she found herself sitting in dust. This seemed to confirm the fact she had not been dreaming at all. Disgruntled, Meg stood, using the wall as support as she did so. Looking down the hall, she was surprised to find there was no doorway that lead into the main hall, only a wall with a dust covered mirror. Her face paled and she turned to look down the opposite side of the hallway.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, expect of the course the condition of the hallway itself. Cautiously, Meg began forward, walking very carefully as if something at any moment would jump out at her. She really had no idea what to make of The Phantom's speech about this place. Certainly, something was not right. Normal manors do not have doors that lead to waves of darkness or bridges that disappear. "Or sit in such an awful condition." Meg said aloud, absentmindedly trailing her hand across the wall. She began to think back to the cemetery and when she was attacked. An uneasy feeling washed over her as she thought, what if the attacker was in the manor as well? It would not be surprising. The last person she did expect to see was The Phantom, she had thought him dead long ago. Despite everything that was happening, a small smile played across her lips.
Erik is acting weird, Meg is extremely confused to the point were she has given up even trying to explain it to herself.
Maybe, she will understand once she gets a taste of the terrors Erik was talking about? We will see next time.
Now, if you are all like 'o.O' because of the strange-ness of the characters, know I have a reason. Oh yes, a very very good reason...
I would laugh evilly, but I would end up coughing to death.
Yay for you guys who are out of the ordinary and read this craziness!
Review please! I will be forever greatful!
