Half of this I wrote while on a sugar high of some sorts. Funny thing, I had no sugar. o.o Tried to keep them in character. I once had Meg throw a shoe at a mirror and had it bounce off to attack Erik.
XD I lost it. Do not worry, I got rid of that when my brain came back to me. But it was fun to write. You know, I bet half of you guys do not even read this. I am eating vegitable lezonia, lensonia? That isn't even close. Well, it is the nastiest thing in the world. Really, do not eat it. See, I am talking about nonsense and half of you will never know! Ever!
..So the hyperness has not worn away completely.
Anyways! You all have one man to thank for this update.. and that is a man whom plays classical music who I am to lazy to find his name. And well, yourselves as well. Because part of the reason why I love updating is to anwer reviews!
Amazing how I suddenly get the urge to update randomly.
No I do NOT think this chapter is very good. But that is probably only because of writers block.. how I got this out. I do not know. Took me a good two and a half hours. Sad, huh?
someone: Thanks! Though, I do wish I could have thrown this out before that. But oh well! And as for his address, I actually make him answer them from my computer. -Nods.-
-Wishful sigh-
Dear Someone,
I suppose it is not much better. Though, I could like to say I do not sign my letters PTO. That is all the musical Eriks. Well, I might have. There are so many of me I get myself confused.. with me. Let me stray from that; for is irritates me greatly. As for my day- no complaints.
Sincerely,
Erik
gerfan: Very very painfully slow... yes! For we must have Erik never completely open up!
sbkar: -Laughs- Wow! My spelling is awful! Well, no. They just slip by me. Even when I do overlook them to make sure. Have I stolen anything completely from 'The Shinning'? As I have not read nor seen the movie. How terrible that would be to steal stuff from Stephen King. o.o
About your curiousity; I realized that when I was writing it. Therefore, I made that whole thing with Erik and Meg wringing out her frou-frous(or petticoats). I should have done a time lapse, as it took a very long time. It would have been easier to simply have her shead a few, but, I like the fluffiness! .. Yes. Ridicious reason but oh well.
Your the first person to find it understandable.
Referee. XD Erik is a referee! -Imagines that.- Wow. o.o Anyways, I did fix those things. Might take a while for to upload the fixed one. And thank you for all that, I take that stuff well and I like it when people tell me.
Oh yes- and trust me. Erik will see just how strong she is, in due time.
Willow Rose: Thank you, thank you. -Bows.- Even though it was very short?
You have magical powers of.. knowing.. stuff. Yes! I must be one of the very few who dislike chocolate, which makes you guess even more surpising.
-Laughs.- I understand completely. It is hard to balance so much and manage to update. I am very happy you named her simply Stephanie! You know- those OW fanfiction were the girl is named odd names just, bothers me. Oh yes- and friends we are. Otherwise, I would not be willing to drop my strick 'Meg/Erik' reading requirements. And- you are very amusing!
Charles wanted very much to participate in your fanfiction! Willingly, I will lend him to you. Otherwise he would be mad with me. He wants to know if you and him could have tea, he bought this new tea cup at Ikea. Wants to use it- he says he also made ginger cookies. Sadly the decaying smell is starting to come from Charles. This does not bother me but I am thinking of bringing him to a morgue so he could be fixed up a bit. Good idea?
Blood and gore! Fancinating! It sounds wonderful! Oh why must you stop? I wanted to know. -Smiles sheepishly- Wait, I changed my mind. Do not tell me. I love to be left in wonder.
Dear Willow Rose,
I seems to be that for a lot of people.. oh well, I can handle it. And you as well? I suppose he does have a lot of fans.
Sincerely,
Meg Giry
Dear Willow Rose,
How awful it would be to inform you about everything. You are certainly right, the mystery and excitement would no longer be there. And I refuse to comment on your choice of.. colorful words. As for doing anything for me- thank you for explaining that all. I found it extremely entertaining. Raoul shaped cookies? They make those? Sounds very interesting..
Perhaps I could drown one in some wine..
Not for eating purposes.
I am not sure if this horrid place in even in Paris.
Rue: -Starts laughing madly.- We're not in Paris anymore Meg! XD XD Wizard of Oz, oh god, it hurts.
...I fail to catch the humor in that. Anyways, ignoring the author's laughter, I will continue. Beliked is certainly not a word, though it decribes your views of me much better. Or.. does it?
Your wholly amused master,
Erik
...Fears Within a Dream
Meg stared at Erik with a worried expression as his own went blank. Erik placed his arms akimbo, staring through Meg with a cold, but thoughtful, expression. Meg raised a brow, staring at the pensive man in front of her. He had seemly recovered from what had just happened to him unbelievably fast. Half of Meg wanted to draw back- the other half wanted to poke him with something. Instead, Meg shifted onto her other foot, hoping to get Erik's attention. It did not work. Was he thinking of a way out?
"Monsieur.. You are spacing." Meg said in a slight singsong tone, moving toward Erik but stopping as he seemed to snap back to reality. He stared at Meg with an unreadable expression then let out a wistful sigh.
"I cannot think of a way out of here." Erik said, gesturing around the mirrored room. Meg stared at Erik curiously, then opened her mouth to say something, and decided against it.
"There has to be some way." Meg said instead, beginning to walk around the circular room. "Let us try.. breaking the mirrors.."
"Break the mirrors?" Erik repeated in question, following Meg with his eyes.
"Yes!" Meg said in a cheery tone, receiving a scowl from Erik. She ignored him, then stared intently at her own reflection. "Perhaps a passageway is behind one.."
"That happens to be one of the most ridiculous notions I have heard.." Erik trailed off, staring at Meg as she back up from the mirror and readied herself to run at it. Erik jerked forward to stop her, hesitated, then decided against it as Meg ran.
The mirror shattered as Meg rammed her shoulder into it. Wincing, Meg moved away with a ducking motion as the pieces scattered into the air, sounding somewhat like rain as they fell on and around her. Meg stood stunned for a moment then rubbed her left shoulder with her right hand, stepping back to look at the mirror. Behind it was a simple white wall. A disappointed expression played across her face as she continued to rub her shoulder, angry that it had all been for nothing.
"Mademoiselle, passageways behind a mirror? You must be living in a fantasy." Erik replied, sighing as he shook his head. Instantly realizing his mistake, Erik grew deadly quiet.
"Phantom of the Opera? Manor of nightmares? It all sounded very fitting you know." Meg said, glaring. It was quiet for a moment more as Meg gingerly began to shake some of the glass of herself. The silence was finally broken by Erik's footsteps. Meg glanced back at him, seeing he had his back turned to her now and had stood himself in front of a mirror.
"Understood, Mademoiselle. Then by all means, let us smash the mirrors!" Erik called musically, shouldering a mirror as well, barely reacting as the pieces rained down on him. He straightened up, looking back at Meg, and she swore, for a moment she saw Erik smile.
The two of them had broken more then half of the mirrors as some time wore on. Erik had broken more, considering Meg took some time to relax her should before she felt it safe to brake another one. Not only that, but Meg was becoming more convinced that her idea wasn't the best. Well, at least she had thought of something, and Erik seemed to be enjoying smashing the mirrors. Why? Meg had not the fondest idea.
"Erik.." Meg turned to him, both of her shoulders aching. Erik stopped before he could break another mirror to glance back at Meg. Seeing her grave expression, he turned to face her. "Erik, I do not think my idea was a very good one now." Meg paused in a thought, "Don't your shoulders hurt?"
"Not significantly. Why, can you not continue?" Erik inquired, saying the last part with a bit of tease in his tone as he turned back around.
"No, I was just thinking is was not going to work." Meg huffed, turning from Erik and shouldering another mirror in retort, jumping back from the shards of glass as her shoulder protested. Meg grumbled, wincing as she held her shoulder yet again, all attention leaving the pain as she stared into a shadowed concrete, dimly candle lit corridor. Her eyes grew wide for a second and she did a small victory dance. After turning quickly and running to grab Erik's wrist, Meg began to pull the puzzled Phantom to the mirror. "Ha, there." Meg smiled triumphantly, giving Erik a smug look. He stared blankly for a moment then pulled his hand away from Meg, closing his eyes and clapping twice listlessly.
"Very good Marguerite. Seems you have done something right." Erik comment plainly, stepping through the mirror and waiting to help Meg through. Meg carefully maneuvered herself through the mirror frame, stepping into the hallway with ease on her own. Erik withdrew his hand quickly and began to walk down the corridor swiftly.
Meg stared at Erik's retreating figure, wondering if refusing his help had insulted him somehow. She shrugged, letting out an irritated sigh and jogged to catch up with Erik, slowing down quickly because of the discomfort the dress was causing.
Perhaps they would be getting out soon?
Erik stopped when he reached the plain wooden door at the end of corridor, glancing back to see Meg was some distance away. He opened the door warily, praying that it would not lead into any more predicaments. Fortunately, that was so, the door opened up into one of the main hallways from before. Erik breathed a sigh of relief, stepping onto the dusty red carpet and moving out of the doorway. Meg was not far behind as Erik suddenly got the urge to shut Meg in. With his hand still on the doorknob, Erik felt himself absentmindedly move forward to shut the door. Meg let out a small yelp and quickly slid through the open area, glaring at Erik as she collected herself. Erik let out a huff and slammed the door, making Meg jump.
"Erik; you were going to shut the door on me.." Meg said, trailing off while continuing to glare at Erik. He turned and began walking down the hallway, giving a small shrug in response to Meg. She rolled her eyes and began to walk after him, exhaustion slowly taking over her body. Erik must be tired to, even though he would most certainly deny it if she asked. Rest would do them both some good.
"Erik- stop. I need to rest." Meg panted, stopping and sitting sloppily on the ground. Surprising, Erik halted, turning back around, he walked eloquently to sit a few feet away from Meg.
"All right then, I presume I should not of guessed you could handle all this." Erik said mockingly, keeping his eyes from her.
"Erik, quit it, if you would please." Meg said softly, picking at some of the dry blood on her skirt absentmindedly. Sighing, she leaned to the side and slowly came to a lying position. Meg stared blankly at the wall opposite of her, noting the awkward silence between them. "Erik, perhaps you should get come rest as well?" Meg asked, keeping her eyes on the wall. Meg sighed subtly, finding the floor very uncomfortable; she looked over at Erik, wishing she had a pillow of some sort, she then shifted onto her back to stare at the murky ceiling, bringing her hands behind her head in a very unlady-like manner. Meg waited a bit for Erik to answer, and loosing patience, she closed her eyes.
"Perhaps.." Erik said quietly, watching Meg as she began drift off to sleep.
A little thing, not very exciting, but dialogue is nice sometimes. We have to have little breaks between the drama.
Review please! As this had been my decent update in some time!
