No time! Must go fast! o.o Chapter okay. I do not know! Yes!
Gerfan: Thanks! And I will try to, as long as you keep reveiwing!
Almost-Lost-Hope6: Yay! Thank you, mystery is good huh?
Willow Rose: XD Yes, In a way I suppose he is. And I know, Charles told me. u.u He offers his apology and made you some muffins to make up for it. Says he will go to give you them soon. Is this soon enough? Besides that, I only have four dollars, sorry. This had to do.
Dear Willow Rose,
Despite how rude that sounded, I will let it go. And I am trying to listen to him, it is just my curiousity leads me to do stupid things. Trust me, I realize. The situation isn't making it any better either, my dress is awfully uncomfortable and I am tired. Sorry, I suppose I am upsetting you?
Sincerely,
Meg Giry
Dear Willow Rose,
I would like to thank you for bluntly telling Giry of her foolishness. As my own terrors are my own problems and you agree. As you should, seeing how it is only logical.
Your apparent Master,
O.G. - Or rather, if I may, Erik.
Back to me now; That sounds VERY interesting. Please say it is not OW! For I really want to read it! What is the pair, if any? Corpses shall be there, yeah?
Thank you for the review, amusing much!
Orli's EEPs Chica: You know, I was really worried if I was making her to cowardly! Apparently not, as you say. Is Erik's reaction good in this? If not, the next chapter will go into detail about- well, I do not want to give it away.
-Moment of fear- No fluff! Bad! -Sigh of relief- Good, if you were serious I would have been distressed.
Very good! I mean, I suggest ending it on a bit of both. You know, kind of happy, kind of not? People will be mad at you, ha. But if you do not want a perfect happy ending, for all means make one you DO like. I was going to make Into La Ment end happy, but then decided I did not want to!
I did!
YiyangYoung: Yeah, I am hungry for food too. o.o And yeah, he is. Makes it fun to read! And to answer your question, it was the second one.
jokarynn: Whoppin'? XD That is great. Two days? Ha, that is not bad. We computer addicts need breaks. Try not to fall out of your chair.
Meg does need a new dress, but I do not think there are any stores in the manor. I could make one though, because I am writing it!
But it would be weird. o.o
You think she seems helpless? Well, I do plan to make her more.. assertive in a chapter near the end. The big dramatic chapter.
...Fears Within a Dream
The floor upon which Meg was walking on must have turned into marble, for she could now hear her own footsteps, for a moment she thought maybe she could be able to hear everything when that sound reached her ears- alas nothing. Meg guessed it was because she knew she was walking, so logically she would be able to hear it. As minutes flew by Meg found herself becoming much less keen on prying into Erik's terror. Not that she was not still exceedingly curious, rather she began to trust Erik's judgment. By his past, maybe this would be to frightening- actually, now that Meg thought that, she was slightly angered, feeling as if Erik believed her to weak to take it. She sighed, walking on with in Erik's pace despondently. Though, when Meg heard Erik curse she instantly straightened up into a more proper stance, hoping Erik would speak to her. The lack of conversation between them had lasted quite some time, and despite her warily feelings on Erik, she would feel better if he said something to her- anything really. Instead, he had been spending the time mumbling incoherently or cursing.
Meg frowned, wishing she knew why Erik was cursing. Sometimes Meg could catch a hint of sorrow in his tone and other times he sounded merely annoyed. Meg's attention returned back to her physical well being and again she found herself wanting Erik to remove his hand, only so she could wipe her face. His glove was making her sweat subtly and was getting quite irritating. As if Erik had heard her thoughts, he suddenly jerked to the side; his hand slipping a bit as Meg felt herself being pulled back into him. The only thing she caught sight of was the white tiled floor and the blur as her vision turned to the ceiling before Erik's hand fixed itself over her eyes perfectly. Quickly, Meg realized Erik had no real intention of letting her see. She was brought backward, the back of her neck against Erik's chest now and her right leg was in mid-air.
"Impersonating harridan!" Erik hissed and Meg felt him thrash out at something. A small 'erk' noise emitted from her throat as once again Erik jolted. After a moment, he leaned forward with a sigh, allowing Meg to set her right leg back onto the floor.
Again, they began forward, Erik moving her along with more force then ever. Erik guided her around a corner, mumbling under his breath.
"Erik?"
"What?" Erik snapped in a tone that made Meg feel as if he had no intention of hearing her question anyhow.
"Are you all right?" Meg inquired and Erik grew silent. The only thing she could hear now was the rapid tapping of their footsteps, which seemed to be almost in union. It remained like this for a few minutes and Meg found her patience waning, guessing Erik had taken to ignoring her again.
"This is my quandary, do try to stay out of it." Erik replied, not carrying to properly answer her question.
"I have been! I was merely asking how you are!" Meg shouted, throwing her arms up in irritation.
"Frankly, It was a ridiculous question." Erik said hurriedly, shoving Meg again. Meg grimaced, nearly loosing her balance, knowing she could have fallen had Erik not wanted to keep her from seeing anything.
"Thanks, Erik." Meg growled, receiving a cold chuckle in response.
As time went by, Erik appeared to be become more and more nervous. Numerous times he would mumble things such as 'This is not real' and ask 'Marguerite, you cannot hear this, can you?' and Meg would simply reassure Erik that she remained deaf to all things that where not him. She felt anger rising within her again, not for anything Erik had directly done, though with him leading her around she felt completely dependent- which was not a feeling Meg was very fond of. More then ever she wanted to get out of this hell, so she could see again, so Erik would perhaps put more attention in the process of getting them out of here. Because as of now, Meg felt he was not trying at all, merely sashaying about. Logically, Meg where she placed the blame was wide of the mark.
Thinking back, Meg remembered that the terrors would change and end when Meg did something drastic.
"Erik, are there any doors we could go through?"
"No doors." Erik remarked quickly and he stopped abruptly. Meg jerked forward, not anticipating Erik's standstill. Meg listened to the silence for a moment, waiting for Erik to explain. When no explanation came, she opened her mouth to say something though stopped when Erik snarled loudly and released her. A cool breeze wept over her face as she stared at herself. Curiously Meg blinked, making a small gesture with her hand, her reflection immediately following in harmony. She reached forward, tapping the glass whilst noting Erik's reflection in the mirror. Meg gradually stepped away from the mirror and turned slowly away, looking around the room large circular room. The floor was a blinding white, mirroring the white tile Meg stood on. All walls around them were mirrors in full length that reached from the ceiling to the floor.
"Damn it!" Erik shouted suddenly, his booming voice making Meg flinch in surprise. He repeated his several times, turning angrily to face Meg. He drew back a bit, as if he had completely forgot Meg was there at all.
The light dimmed and Meg again looked around, feeling the change in atmosphere. Candles now lit the room, laid on the around carelessly, the melting wax collecting on the floor. Numerous mirrors were broken, the shattered glass strew about on the floor but there was one in particular that caught Meg's attention. One to the left that had a spider web like crack in an area near the top, blood seemed to have seeped into the cracks as if someone had pounded on it. Meg's gaze returned to Erik and as examined the scratches on his face- they were bleeding.
"Uh.. Erik, your.. bleeding." Meg said, pointing at Erik limply. Suddenly, Meg let out a loud yelp as a woman appeared in front of her. She seemed relatively young-though older then Meg; her hair showed long white streaks of stress, and her eyes were cold and full of hatred, though for some reason the woman did not scare Meg. Really the only reason she screamed was because she startled her.
"Harlot!" The woman yelled suddenly, striking Meg across the face violently. Meg stumbled back with a look of shock, staring with mouth agape at the woman. Erik quickly strode forward, reaching out to grab the woman but before he could she turned swiftly on her heel and brought her hand across the visible side of his face. Her nails had apparently dug into Erik's skin as he now has deep nail marks across his face.
It was then Erik did something Meg found completely odd, he held his hand to his face and cradled it, turning away as a subtle, involuntary whimper passed his lips. Strange enough, the dismal gesture fitted Erik somehow.
"You brought her here, again? How many times must we tell you?" The woman screeched, turning all her attention onto Erik. "Idiotic, Erik! You are nothing but a fool. See what you have grown into!" The woman grabbed Erik's head and wrenched it up, forcing him to stare at his own reflection. He was visibly trembling as the woman turned her head away, closing her eyes as if she herself was afraid to look as him. "Gruesome, hated, disturbed; you are all that and a murderer. Erik- you bring nothing to the world but revulsion. You belong here." The woman trailed her hand along the trim of his mask and suddenly Erik stood, pushing her away violently. A vicious snarl escaped his throat as he threw his arms at her as she blurred. It appeared Erik was smudging her to the point were, finally, she disappeared. He stood, breathing deep with a look of fury Meg had never seen on his face before.
Erik turned his gaze unto Meg, his rage slowly fading from his face to an emotionless expression. He straightened up, taking a shaky breath and as quickly as it came, all pitiable depiction faded from his profile. Erik now seemed the dominant man from before.
Oh yes! Sorry, no end not. Have to clean bathrooms then go placed with a friend. Typos will be here, sorry.
Oh, and for fun, because I like my stories to be interactive between reviewer and author(I mean, if wouldn't be as fun without you guys) you can all, if you want, write little notes to the characters and I will have them answer. For it is fun for me and I can bring out my less serious side. Willow Rose; she is inspriation.
Review you guys! I plan on updating tomorrow!
