Wheeee... Go NO WRITERS BLOCK. -Sigh of relief- Also, I was not going to update today. Forgot I had an essay to type. Heh. But I am amazing, oh yes. For I did the essay and managed to update! Fridays crowd will flood this, but oh well! Because my current reviewers are awesome.
Yes, I am flattering you guys.
Anyhow, I have a headache and need to get off the computer, gah, so I should do this quick.
gerfan: Really? Good, that last chapter had me growling. And maybe you will! No, I am sure you will. VERY SOON. Like, next chapter actually.
jokarynn: If not, you can always e-mail me, and I will tell you all. But, I really think they will be, but you must use your mind as well, for this is not suppose to be so easy to figure out. Do not kill me! x.x This chapter is not very graphic, but the next one will be. And- Your welcome. My pleasure. Thank you for reviewing.
Almost-Lost-Hope6: Next chapter, I swear! Now I feel bad for not putting it in this chapter, but I need rest. -Sniff-
YiyangYoung: Sounds fun. Glad your making some sense of things. Oh, and I do agree with you! Michael Crawford, wow. Love his laugh, simply wonderful.
someone: No In the next chapter, hold out a bit longer! I swear! .. Heh, yeah. Anyways! I lost it for a moment. Yes, Erik no want Meg to see.
Orli's EEPs Chica: Yes! Yes you did, but you made up for it. Aw, it seems everyone here likes the blood. Oh yes, go us and or love for the morbid. Horror seems to be what I am best suited for, I wish I could make a movie out of this somehow. It would be fun! Oh, with Meg and Erik, it would all us who enjoy MxE so happy. And yes Meg is!
-Relief- Good, I cannot rightfully judge my own writing, for some reason it is hard for me. Good to hear it is not awful.
Willow Rose: Charles is wonderful. He would love to take up the offer on the Russian tea and cookies! Though, he insists I do not come. Suppose he wants to talk about me behind my back. Tisk tisk.
Wasn't it though? I love the book! Actually- most people disagree with me- but I enjoy the book better then the movie and musical.(I read, a lot.) Wished Meg had a bigger part in it.. but oh well. Besides that, I love Erik. He is described as a corpse in the bok! Makes me giddy, as I love corpses and find them interesting to no end. I am strange! Oh! And thank you, I try to be proud of my work, but I do not want to become egotistical.
XD Meg needs to listen to you, smart. For fun, I should begin answering your letters to Meg, huh?
The title sounds great! Though, what will it be about? -Is curious.-
I actually did what you suggested! It helped, listened to Piano.
...Fears Within a Dream
Meg had been following behind Erik for hours, she guessed, time just seemed to slip by. Meg was unsure if it was evening or noon, the only thing that had judgment on her sleep was her aching muscles. Erik's quick paced strides were not helping either, as with every step he took, Meg found herself having to step twice the amount to keep up with him. She came close to informing him of his quick pace numerous times, though she was completely determined to listen to him- for the sake of getting out of here. Meg feared that if she continued to contradict Erik, he would surely leave her. Not that she would ever admit this obvious weakness. There was no way Meg could think of escaping besides following Erik's instruction- after all, he had said he could get her out of here.
To Meg, Erik appeared much more cautious then she imagined he would be. Surely, it might have been because of their location, but nonetheless he seemed simply, paranoid. Inside, Meg almost laughed at herself. Here she was, following a murderer- one that held the knowledge for her escape and she found herself in an unreasonable, calm sate. Nothing had happened in quite a while and again Meg found her mind wandering to thoughts of sleep. All the thoughts only led to disappointment, because there was no way Erik would agree to keeping watch while she slept.
"Mademoiselle, stop." Erik whispered demandingly, snapping Meg out of her thoughts as he brought up his hand swiftly whilst looking down an adjoining hallway. Meg stopped for a moment, continuing forward quietly, guessing Erik had no idea that she was quite a few feet away.
Erik made a waving moment with his hand as if he expected Meg to be right next to him. He apparently realized her distance before turning his head to look at her, gesturing her to pick up her pace. Meg ran forward subtly, slowing almost immediately, unaware of her exhausted expression.
"We are turning down here." Erik impassively, straightening up as Meg brushed past him to look into the hallway. Her brow contorted as she stared down the dark hallway. The candles that lay in the scones were out and the light in the main hallway only barely shed luminosity. Even so, the hallway eventually slide into complete darkness, appearing to be interminable. Meg looked over at Erik debatably, quite confused by his choice of direction.
"Erik.. are you sure? I sense that we only will be walking into trouble.."
"Of course. Mademoiselle, have I not been clear? You cannot avoid them, best to enter them willingly." Erik snickered as a nervous huff of laughter passed from Meg's lips, he then continued, turning so he was facing Meg. "No need to fret." Erik paused, putting his arm out to his side and turning his head as if he was looking at something in his hand, giving the impression of being entranced. "It must choose between you and I. I am certain it will feed off me." His voice trailed off and he pursed his lips for a moment before turning swiftly and walking eloquently down the hallway. Meg stared after him for a moment, stepping forward hesitantly. For a fleeing moment, Meg wanted to run from him, scared of what they were 'willingly' walking into. Though she rapidly gathered herself and took off after Erik.
"Erik, slow down. I have no idea why you seem so eager to walk into one of these." Meg said in a whisper, glancing around warily, the darkness already thickening. To Meg's surprise, Erik had slowed down.
"Stay close to me." He said plainly, glancing over at Meg as she came to his side. Meg looked over at him, judging that the distance between them was quite fine. The darkness surrounding them was so dense now; Meg could not see herself, nor the walls. She looked over at Erik, the only thing really indicating his presence was his body heat and the swoosh of his cloak. Meg leaned her head forward; attempting to make out the white of this mask- it was to dark. Sighing, Meg looked forward pointlessly, wondering how far they would have to travel into this nothingness to enter a terror.
Unexpectedly, Meg felt Erik's grip on her shoulder and she flinched, shifting a bit in a motion to hit Erik. "Marguerite." Erik said melodiously, in a way that was able to stop Meg. Immediately, it dawned on her that Erik must be so used to going into terrors that he was able to gage the time before one. Meg relaxed; glancing over to darkness at her shoulder, guessing that Erik grabbed her only to be sure they did not separate. Though, Meg remembered how Erik had embraced her when she opened the door before and still she woke in a terror alone. Meg thought about this for some seconds, then looked up to where Erik was. "Erik, If we are in contact, does that ensure we will not be separated?"
"It should. Previously, you had opened the door before I could hold onto you."
"Alright." Meg answered simply, resisting the urge to move closer to Erik- merely to not be separated. Meg took a deep breath, finding the air hard to breathe as she felt herself being tossed forward.
When Meg opened her eyes, she saw nothing but darkness. Though, she felt fine, unlike the last time were she felt she had fallen unconscious. Meg remained standing, mind awake, though her body was still begging her to rest. At first, Meg thought she might still be in the hallway, though it was not until she tried to move did she realize the cause of the darkness was a gloved hand over her eyes.
"You are well?"
"Erik, why do you have your hand over my eyes?"
"You cannot see this." Erik answered strongly, clearly wanting to end the conversation then. Meg felt his other hand press against her back and he began to move her forward with him in a perfect gait.
"You are being unreasonable! Erik, you cannot lead me through the rest of the manor with your hand over my eyes." Meg persisted, stumbling a bit as she tried to stop walking.
"Yes, I very well can, and if I have to, I will." He hissed, pushing her forward subtly to get her walking again.
"Why can I not hear anything but your voice?" Meg inquired, beginning to feel very uncomfortable. It was true, Meg noticed moments before that everything was deftly quiet besides Erik's voice. Though, now, everything was quiet; Erik seemed to be ignoring her as he kept his dominant hold on her. Meg growled in annoyance, wishing she knew what was going on, wondering what Erik was seeing. Perhaps the reason Meg could not hear anything was because she had not yet been able to examine the surroundings? It made sense now that Meg thought about it. Erik had said something about 'it feeding off of him'- and as Meg remembered, the bizarre man that had attacked her said something almost identical. To Meg's knowledge, Erik did carry many sins as well as numerous, horrible memories. Between them two, it was certain that whatever terror they were in was for Erik, and to see Erik's terror, she must be able to see Erik.
Yay for dialogue! Yes, next chapter. You will see! Fun? Maybe. I think so, at least, all the ideas in my head sound like they would be interesting to read! Update, Saturday, if not Friday.
Remember to review please! Need that wonderful motivation!
