I typed this all in Barnes and Noble, for I do my homework there. This chapter may confused you, and if you do not understand a certain killing thing, ask me. I will anwer, otherwise it will never be explained. You could catch on to it by a simple word. -Points to chapter title- please do try to guess. Nothing to say beside I have to go to the bathroom really bad. o.o
Willow Rose: o.O -Blinks blankly.- I am not good at cowering anyhow. She sounds like a rebel! You do that because absentmindedly, you want to tell me. o.o
Oh, and Charles is pleased you will have him for tea. Went to the morgue too, had to explain why I was bringing a corpse dressed in clothes from the French Revolution, but it worked out fine. Did I tell you about that? Charles had taken to wearing those clothes.. tried to talk him out of it seeing as how it is not in the same timeline as my fic, but I could not. Plus, he looks snazzy in them. Anyways, he smells much better now, a bit like formaldehyde, but better. And yay for ginger cookies! Mine, good.
But Charles insists he brings something besides his cup..
Dear Willow Rose,
There you go again. And it wasn't necessarily me who was perky..
Rue: -Shifty eyes.- I can take the fault for that.
See, there.
Sincerely,
Meg Giry
Dear Willow Rose,
I was referring to this 'hunky dory' nonsense. It is called sarcasm, my dear. As for testing the Raoul cookies on the corpse, a very wise decision. Do try not to hurt yourself when deciding upon words, I really do not mind anyhow.
Your master,
Erik
ps. Ah, another one of those things I would have a wonderful retort to. Unfortunately, the author restricts me.
Orli's EEPs Chica: I think this chapter is dramatic, I am not sure...
will let you decide, okay? And no romance! Ah!
sbkar: So! It should have been 'losing'. Darn, stupid me. Oh yes, and here is the 'icky man'. He comes. He gets- well, you will see.
someone: Salad dressing! I do not know. Just as much as I do not know how to spell 'lazonia'. And well- no. Erik could not tell. Although he has his mirror passage, this one was not the same. As they were simple mirrors with no pretty frame.
Dear someone,
No exact way to anwer, so I am lost as to why I am replying.
Sincerely,
Erik
MooMoo-Sama: Yay! I am thrilled that it managed to do that. May the rest be somewhere near as good for you.
kate norris: Oh- I was worried to. My brain seemed to die. But it is back now, and I actually like this chapter. And thanks, I get my vocabulary by reading a lot.
...Fears Within a Dream
Meg woke with an aching feeling contorting within her stomach. She groaned, turning over, her eyes fluttering open. Her stomach grumbled in request for food but Meg had no choice but to ignore it. She sat up gingerly; not feeling refreshed but better nonetheless. For a moment she wondered where she was- but feeling the crusty dress against her skin, her hunger increasing, and seeing a Phantom sitting across from her; brought realization. She stared at Erik with a dishearten look, he was sleeping. "I guess a ghost has got to sleep to." Meg mumbled sleepily, deciding the opportunity for going back to sleep was open.
Meg was right about ready to lull back to sleep when her gaze locked on to Erik. An unfamiliar feeling of hatred suddenly came over her, and everything seemed to become the sleeping man's fault. Logically, it must be. Erik was giving off the indication that he knew Meg would be sucked into this hell with him. Not only that, but he had been cold and cruel to her since the very beginning, not that Meg had been very sympathetic toward him, but with good reason. Erik was a murderer and a liar. A man that had manipulated her best friend's mind, and was now holding Meg captive in this bizarre nightmare. He was not trying to get them out; he was almost certainly holding her back! She glared, watching Erik's sleeping form.
Meg slowly crept toward him on her hands and knees. If Meg could rid him of her presence, she would have a better change getting out. Perfect still, he was sleeping. A smirk tugged at her lips and she stopped next to Erik, watching his chest rise and fall. A desperate need to see it stop swept over her; she could kill the Phantom.
Killing him wouldn't be too hard, if only she had something better to do it with then her hands. Meg held her breath unintentionally, trailing her hands along Erik's jaw line with a listless expression. She took a deep breath, realizing that until now she had been holding it. With a swift movement, Meg wrapped her hands around Erik's neck, brow contorting as she put all her strength into the task. Erik's eyes snapped open and he gasped for air, looking startled and afraid until he realized what was happened. He snarled loudly, a sound that was terrifying to Meg's ears, and stood quickly, the movement making Meg nearly loose her grip but instead it simply jerked her upright.
Erik caught Meg's throat as well, making her gag as he pushed her backward into the wall viciously. She gasped in pain from the collision, glaring at Erik as she managed to keep her grip on his neck. Erik maneuvered his other hand to Meg's throat, squeezing with unrestrained strength. Meg retched and began to kick at Erik, her grip loosing completely as her eyes widened in fear. Suddenly, Erik's furious expression faded and he quickly let go of Meg, hands shaking as he moved away, letting Meg crumble to the ground in a fit of coughing.
An awkward silence lingered between them. Meg no longer felt anger at Erik at all, actually, she was quite confused. Everything she thought before was completely irrational now and she had no idea what fueled her anger in the first place. Meg's throat was burning from Erik's responding attack but Meg would not complain, it only made sense that Erik had attacked her in response, but she wondered if he felt the same way. In shame, Meg would not bring herself to tear her gaze from the carpet.
"Marguerite!" Meg heard Erik breathe suddenly, then felt him kneel beside her hurriedly and embrace her awkwardly as a sudden darkness fogged over her vision.
When Meg's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could no longer feel Erik's presence near her. An uneasy emotion lingered in the pit of Meg's stomach when she felt her feet were weighed down. A fearful expression crossed her face as she realized exactly where she was even before she heard a click and clink of a chain being pulled. She attempted to draw back into the chair as her eyes adjusted to the light, surprise overtaking her face as she noticed Erik sitting across at the opposite side of the table. He was leaning forward in a strange position, blood was dripping down his white mask and it was clear he had been hit with something over the right side of his head. Meg's eyes grew large as the fear of Erik being dead passed over her but just then Erik grunted and shifted to lean his head back against the chair's head rest.
"Erik!" Meg cried, jolting forward in a movement to run to him but alas, found herself again chained down. This time, her hands were as well.
"Erik.. Erik.." Meg heard a voice mumbled in mockery beside her and she snapped her head in its direction. The strange man from before sat in a chair on the left side of the table between Meg and Erik. "It seems the little Phantom had quite a mouth on him, demanding and quite sarcastic. Callous as well, the poor fellow got quite annoying after awhile." The man made a swinging motion with his hands, "Had to get him quiet somehow." He smirked, leaning toward Meg.
"Bastard." Meg snapped, letting her anger get the best of her.
"Name calling already? Tisk tisk.." He said with a breath of criticism. "Besides, he is still alive. The man knows what you are saying. Wouldn't want him to think less of you, would you?" The man finished, gesturing toward Erik. Meg glared in response, not caring to answer. She doubted Erik cared, as he was probably in a large amount of pain.
Both Meg's and the man's attention were brought to Erik as he straightened up in his chair, wincing as he gathered himself, praising his high endurance. "Stay- away from her." Erik demanded, glaring at the man coldly.
"See! Again! He says this and yet he can do nothing!" The man announced rather loudly, placing both hands on the corresponding sides of his chair and suddenly appears beside Meg. Meg jumped with surprise, then gave the man a cold glare of her own. "Can he, dear?" The man asked with a snicker, leaning toward her. Erik growled a warning, though this only seemed to encourage the man's behavior. He began to trail his fingertips down Meg's jaw line, and despite how inhuman he appeared, his touch was not cold. Meg jerked away, beginning stopped when the man cupped her chin in his hand roughly. "I suppose I shouldn't touch her either?" Right as he said this, Meg jerked her head back slightly and quickly bit down on the man's hand, teeth sinking down into his flesh until Meg would taste his blood. Still, she kept her grip on his hand, expecting him to pull away. He did not. "Ah! Mademoiselle! Is that necessary?"
Meg heard a low chuckle from Erik's direction but she kept her attention on biting the man. "No problem." The man commented coolly, reaching forward with his left hand in a fist, holding Meg's nose closed between his thumb and his pointer finger. Meg responded by biting down on his hand harder, stopping when she felt her tooth scratch against a bone. After a few moments, Meg drew her head back, opening her mouth to breathe, trying not to swallow his blood as she shook her head to make the man remove his hand. He did so, leaning away from Meg with a smirk on his face. He stared at her as she steadied her breathing, bringing his hand to his mouth as blood ran down his arm and into his lap. He laughed softly, bring his right hand to his mouth and licking the wound. "See now dear, it is almost as if we have kissed." He said mockingly, leaning toward her again. Meg's gave him a look of disgust and spat at him, the mixture of blood and saliva pattering his face.
"Filth." Meg growled, trying her best to move away from him.
"Right-o." The man mumbled, wiping his face off with his hand and suddenly appearing back in the middle of the two of them. "Now, Mister, 'Opera ghost', you are deadly quiet. What says you?"
Erik appeared be to examining the man for the moment, and grimacing from his throbbing head, he responded. "I dislike.. your hat." It was quiet for a moment, and Meg decided she agreed. It was a pretty unappealing hat.
"Marvelous!" The man shouted suddenly, smiling as if Erik had said something truly intriguing. "This does show promise." He placed his hands on the table, looking from Meg to Erik. "It had been wonderful seeing you both. Some more then others." He shot a dirty look at Erik, then continued, "But I fear our fun is almost at an end. Although this is simply the interlude, I guarantee that the second act is much shorter." He paused, "But I assure you, it is also the most exciting." Meg's gaze returned to Erik who was still watching the man intently, though it appeared he had felt Meg's gaze and his eyes moved to her as well.
"And now, my marionettes.." The man trailed off, looking from Meg to Erik and noting them staring at each other. He smirked, standing up subtly to reach for the chain handing from the lamp above the table. "Let act two ensue." He pulled the string, smothering them all in darkness.
Kind of long compared to others. Hope you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Some shaky sentences and probably errors but I am to lazy to go through it twice.
Review all ye good people!
