Wow. o.o Can we all say long? Compared to my other chapters.Yes, MUCH longer then I thought. I got on a roll, good for you all huh? Well, this will make up for my leave!
Anyone miss Erik? You will be happy then.
Ahh! Byonce or whomever that girl is, is singing 'Learn to be Lonely' on the Oscars. Awful! Ew. It ruins the song.
Sorry, going on.. to the wonderful reviews!
someone: Maybe. I think I did get them sick but oh well! Oh yes, interesting indeed. I am glad you go like it, I am sure you are one of the few!
Willow Rose: Oh well, thank you very much. As for me, I enjoy ErikXMeg fiction a lot. Though, I dislike fluff. So this should be fine for you, as it I will not go very deep into it.
Erik comes back now actually, and so does the unknown guy. But that is after awhile. I agree with you highly, I find myself having to retype Meg's react because I am much more partial to blood and gore. For I like them a lot. Although, Meg does feel the pain. Even for a second, that does not sound like much fun to me. Ah, I would go on on this subject more, but I would be giving things away. Pity.
jokarynn: Ha, yes. All questions that will, and can, be answered. Sorry to leave you confused, but it will just make the ending even better. Yes, Edger Allan Poe is horror somewhat. Bizarre horror. Hard to explain. Anyhow, you definately should, if you like mine. Oh, and that was flattering.
YiyangYoung: Nah, he isn't. You'll find out more about him later, promise. And yes, they definately would have been. Yep! The walls, they like to do that.
...Fears Within a Dream
Meg closed her eyes, biting into her lip in a futile attempt to keep away the pain- suddenly, it stopped. Relief flooded her body and she felt almost, light. She took in a shuttering breath, opening her eyes warily, finding herself staring up at a white tiled ceiling. Afraid to move, Meg turned her head, examining the rusted, simple spring bed she was laying on.
It appeared that she was in a hospital room, but that clearly would make no sense. Moments ago she had been in a manor. Actually, as the memories flooded back to her, being in a hospital would make the most sense. 'Had I just imagined it all?' Meg thought grimacing, as she attempted to sit up, failing. Everything had felt so real, and as she thought that, she remembered the Phantom. 'They will appear real, but are not nonetheless'; he had said something to that effect. Wariness came over her and she felt the desperate need to sit up. Unfortunately, when she attempted to move her legs a strange tingling pulsed through them. Meg was sure she was fine, that the pervious episode must have been one of the terrors the Phantom had mentioned earlier, though her legs seemed to think otherwise.
The pain had felt all too real, so real in fact Meg was sure it had tricked her mind. She yelled out in frustration, her voice cracking a bit. Meg could feel herself becoming hysterical as she again tried to sit up, this time succeeding somewhat and she leaned against the metal backboard. Meg took a deep breath, looking toward the door with a distraught expression, thinking she would have to pull herself to the ground, across the room, to the door. It would be a tiresome act, but sitting pathetically in bed and waiting for whatever to come to her seemed even worse. Though, the longer she sat in the bed, the more she felt unable to move. A small groan passed from her lips as she stared blankly down at her legs. Her eyes grew in surprise as she realized her the hem of her dress was still covered in blood. Perhaps her knees really were completely destroyed, though her courage failed her and she was unable to pull up her dress to check. The way things looked as of now, she could never be able to dance again. Meg was now unable to do the one thing in the world that was the current source of her happiness. Tears stung at her eyes as she stared at the blood in misery.
A shadow seemed to be collecting at the foot of the bed, becoming thicker before her and was slowly spreading out, one so dark she could now no longer see her feet at all. As it inched its way up her legs, she could no longer feel what was being swallowed up. Meg's brow contorted as she stared, suddenly forgetting her ill fortune. The black was now to her knees and growing. Meg considered simply letting it continue without a fight, though if this all really was unreal, then if Meg could get out, she could dance again.
Hope suddenly struck in her heart and she glanced down at the white floor. If she was to get out at all, she could have to get to the floor somehow. This was even more difficult considering the fact that she could no longer feel her legs. Meg realized the floor was marble, and was now feeling that the most important thing was to protect her head, dreading what would happen if she rendered herself unconscious. She glanced over at the increasing darkness; anxiety replacing the hope as she realized it was almost to her waist. In panic, Meg swung herself out of bed, tumbling to the floor and rolling some before coming to a stop. A loud smack following as her head collided with the marble.
Meg covered her face with her hands, grumbling as she let out a long sigh. Meg expected a large amount of pain to follow, though, miraculously, the fall seemed to not have hurt her at all, on the contrary, she felt much better. Even if her head had hit the floor. Curiously, she moved her feet, cheering in her mind as she realized they seemed fine. Shakily, she sat up, looking around and gasping. She was no longer in the hospital room, but in a hallway.
Meg leaned forward subtly, glancing around; her face struck with fear. She stumbled up, drenched in blood, the excess leaking from her dress and pouring back down. Meg stood with her arms outward slightly, letting the blood run down her arms and drip off her fingertips. The blood ran down her hair was well, if she had been bathing in it. Her usually blonde hair was not red, sticky, and numberous strings clung to her face. A small whimper of distress passed from her lips as she slowly started forward, drudging along through the knee-high river of blood. Meg wanted to run, to get out of this disgusting hallway as soon as possible. Though, the blood had soaked into her dress, weig hing her down a great deal. She turned up her face with a look of disgust, the smell of coagulation making her feel as if she was going to vomit. Meg closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady her breathing.
All concentration was broken when Meg felt herself run into something. She slowly opened her eyes, a loud cry escaping from her throat as she stared at the back of a cadaver. Its head was tilted lightly to the side and was that of a male. This cheek had a long rip through it, as if someone had placed some sort of jagged object in his mouth and cut from the side of his lip up to his jawbone. In horror, Meg pressed against the wall; unable to tear her eyes away from the sight as she slowly moved passed it. As soon as she did, she broke out into a panicked run, ignoring the blood splashing her as she did so. She reached a fork in the hallway, hysterically looking back and forward between each hallway.
It wasn't until she heard footsteps from the hall to the left that Meg began to run in that said direction. She let out a small scream as she collided with a perplexed looking, well-attired man. Meg immediately clung slightly to the recognizable Phantom, staring up at him in fright.
"Mademoiselle, what are you doing?" He said, trying to sound uncaring but unwillingly concern tined his tone.
"Can you not see? I am covered in blood. Human blood. Oh, God, there is a dead man back there." She cried, pointing down the hall and quieting when she was turned to face the Phantom, his hands firmly on her shoulders.
"Calm down." He hissed, "Stay here." Glancing over her and indeed seeing she was covered in blood, the Phantom glided past her and walked swiftly down the hall, stopping to see all adjoining ones were completely empty. He turned his head to look at Meg; she was standing with an expression of mixed confusion and fear. The sight was quite strange, her dripping in blood as if she had been swimming in it and no indication of where it had all come from. Even so, the Phantom knew exactly what Meg was experiencing. It was true, nothing harmful will actually stay real, and though, selected things can remain.
The Phantom began to make his way back to Meg, staring down at her with an disappointed expression. Meg felt disheartened, as if she had in some way failed him. Though, she slowly felt her own self-defense raising.
"Well? How do you expect me to react when I have to walk through a hallway filled with blood? With a corpse nonetheless!" Meg found herself shouting, placing her hands on her hips.
"Mademoiselle, I made no remark." He answered coolly, the visible corner of his lip lifting into an obvious smirk.
"Yes, well, you were.. thinking about say something." Meg said unthinkingly, suddenly feeling foolish and narrowing her eyes at him. The Phantom let out a cold laugh, brushing pass her and beginning to walk off down the hallway, leaving Meg looking lost. She turned grabbing the skirt of her dress and stumbling down the hallway to follow him. "Wait! Where are you going? Monsieur, I-" Meg cut off, tripping over the hem of her skirt. She let out an irritated sigh, looking back up and jolting a bit in surprise, finding herself alone in the hallway. "Monsieur!" She called in panic, not wanting to be alone again.
The thought entered her mind, that maybe he was still there. Maybe she had entered another terror and the Phantom was simply unaware she was dreaming again. But there was no indication that she had drifted off, nor any black shadows that usually indicated when one was beginning. "Monsieur, Erik please." Meg tried, using the Phantom's name. It would certainly surprise him, or maybe not so much? Meg knew much of Erik, considering her mother had aided for so many years. Unintentionally, during a conversation her mother had once said his name. Meg, being her cunning self, had managed to act like she had not noticed. It had been one of the extremely few moments her mother had not caught onto her.
Letting go of her dress in frustration, Meg stumbled from the sudden weight though she continued to walk. No one was answering her; she was all alone again. 'Alone..' Meg thought to herself, stopping and leaning against the wall. She slide down to the floor, leaving a trail of blood on the wall as she sat on the floor, feeling tears run downing her cheeks. All Meg wanted to do was go home, she had been through quite enough in this amount of time then all she cared for in a lifetime. "Maman." She whined, leaning her head back against the wall when she felt a presence standing over her.
Meg lifted her gaze up, staring listlessly up at Erik. Quickly, Meg sniffed and wiped her hands across her face, shifting into a better position. Before Meg could open her mouth to say something callous, Erik spoke.
"Pathetic really, Mademoiselle." He said mockingly and with an eloquent movement he removed his cloak, handing it out to her. Meg hesitatingly took it, lifting a corner to her face questionably. Erik motioned for her to continue and she carefully began to wipe the blood off her face.
"I am not helpless." Meg said quietly and Erik let out a scornful huff of laughter, kneeling beside her.
"There is no way you can move with your dress sopping."
"I can wring it out." Meg handed the cloak to Erik and reached forward, shuttering as grabbed up the first few layers of her frou-frous and closed her eyes. When she was not in a panic, the realization that of what she was touching made her slightly queasy. Meg twisted her hands and grimaced a bit as it ran past her fingers and onto the floor.
"Let me." Erik said, sighing with impatience as he gathered up some fabric, wringing it out quickly. Meg opened her eyes and stared at him blankly for a moment, realizing he was purposely avoiding eye contact with her. She sighed, grabbing up another part of the skirt of her dress to wring it out. Despite Erik's willingness to help her himself, Meg did not want to appear powerless.
"Thank you.." Meg said quietly, keeping her eyes on her hands.
Eriknever answered her.
Yay for callious Erik!
Being covered in blood is probably very uncomfortable huh?
Do not worry about the dead guy, he is not very important..
I will update! Uh.. Tuesday probably. If not that then Monday.
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