"Oh come on Erik!" Lauren begged.
They where siting in the sitting room(ha go figure!)
"I have no interest in injecting myself with colored ink, just to make a point!" he replied.
They where having..tea. The tradition that Erik forced Lauren and Amanda to keep.
They continued to pester him throughout tea. Then they resorted to begging.
Amanda got on her knees and Lauren made her green eyes as large as possible.
He just sipped his tea and called them foolish manipulative girls.
"then you'll dye your hair then?" Lauren said
"what!" He said
"No Mademoiselle blue hair... I like my hair, just the way it is.."
"your so boring."
"at least I wear clothes!" Lauren looked down at her cut off jeans and tank top. Then glared at Erik.
Amanda sensing another fist fight growing, interrupted.
"Play something for me Erik?"
He did.
And that cooled him off.
That Night Erik sat in his coffin reading the book Lauren lent him. It was morbid, disturbing, and sick..
This Poe guy, is just his type.
He finished the four hundred page book that night. Still wanting to read more he snuck into the room the girls shared.. it was his house..right? He had the right. Right? Right. He went through the bag Lauren owned. He pulled out some clothing...strange clothing... Odd circular disks, a flashlight, hair dye, those things that make their eyes freaky...what did she call them?..conticks? Yeah..that was it..or was it? Vampire fangs, a small container of blush. He kept reminding himself that makeup was encouraged in this century, and not the sign of a whore...ah-ha! He found them!
Several books lay at the bottom of the bag
he rooted through them, and couldn't settle on which ones...so he took them all. he carefully putting back the other things, then he snuck back of the room. Returning to his coffin he looked at the rewards of his labor. He rooted through them and chose a rather thick one, called "The Hobbit."
He found it rather amusing. There where these little furry footed creatures and bearded creatures, that went on an adventure to find treasure, and having grand adventures. He felt his eyes getting heavy so he shifted to a more comfortable position in the coffin and propped his head up and continued to read. He must have fallen asleep at some point because he woke up to a furious Lauren sitting in his coffin. Near his feet.
"Sleep well?" she said
"Ah!" he exclaimed sitting up.
The sudden movement and extra weight almost made them fall over.
"How did you get in here?"
"No door is locked in my world." She handed him a leather case, upon opening it he found several lock picks.
"I Have told you not to come in here!" He said finding an excuse to get angry.
"I told her not to!" Amanda yelled from another room.
"You got in my stuff!"
"Its my house!"
"Its my stuff!"
"so!"
"Give me back my stuff!" she demanded.
"Can i finish reading them?"
"What?"
"can i finish reading the books?"
"Can I burn your mask?"
"What!"
"WHAT?" Amanda exclaimed from the other room
"You heard me."
"No!" he said.
"You can't read my books!"
"Fine!"
"Fine."
"You can't come out with us!" Lauren said.
"I can go out when I want and with whomever i want!" Erik said,
"Pfft. Yeah right!" Lauren said.
"Amanda!" Erik yelled
"Yeah!"
"Do you want to go to the music shop today!"
"Okay!" Erik smirked at Lauren. She stuck out her pierced tounge and climbed out of the coffin and left the room. Erik and Amanda left that morning after breakfast for the music shop. The shop was relievedly empty. So they had an easy time getting around and looking at the instruments without too much attention. Erik tried to talk her out of it.. but Amanda had worn the mask she had bought.. Erik tried out a few of the violins but put them down in disgust.. they just didn't make violins like they used to.
They left. But decided not to go back so soon. They stopped at a starbucks. They sat drinking their coffee with extra shots of espresso
"Erik?" Amanda asked
"Hmm?"
"Whens your birthday?"
"This needs more sugar." he said looking down at his coffee.
"No really Erik."
"I don't remember... I just choose a day once a year, and get so bloody drunk its a surprise my liver hasn't liquefied."
"What was that last year?"
"i think it was... April? Yeah..that was it." Amanda sighed.
After a few shots of espresso Amanda started conversation again.
"Whats your favorite color?" She asked. The caffeine was getting to her.
By then it had long taken hold of Erik. He laughed histaricly.
"Raiiiiinbooow..." he laughed.
She laughed.
They talked about random things laughing like maniacs until the starbucks people cut them off of the coffee. Left laughing. They walked into a random shop. And found it to be a dress buotique. Amanda picked out a black dress and handed it to Erik.
"its your color!" she said.
"well then." he said. He took it from Amanda and went into a dressing room.
Amanda sat on the floor laughing like a ...Caffine High teenager..
"It doesn't fit!" Erik yelled from the dressing room.
"Let me try to zip it up!" Amanda said.
He unlocked the door and she attempted to zip it up. She got it eventually, and they both where laughing histaricly. But when he tried to take it off... it wouldn't unzip. Eventually they called for help... and even the assistant couldn't. The assistant refused to cut it off Erik so he ended up having to buy it.. They laughed all the way back to the lair. They found Lauren sitting on the floor. Talking to a rock. Apparently they where gone for too long and she had temporally gone off the deep end.
Erik Just laughed and suddenly collapsed onto the couch and fell asleep. The caffeine had worn off. After Lauren had regained sanity she saw Erik. On the couch. In a dress. She stared and didn't even ask.
She shook her head muttering something about the rock. And went to the bedroom to lay down.
Amanda began to snoop. She looked around at Erik's Music and notes. Then she found his sketch books.
She opened the newest looking one and read the titles.
Mademoiselle blue hair, drowning...
Mademoiselle blue hair suffocating.
Mademoiselle blue hair dieing in random painful ways..
she shut the book. And returned to the living room.
Erik woke up and rubbed his head. Why did it feel like he had a hangover? He tried to sit up but found it harder and usual. He must be sitting on his coat, while still wearing it. He looked down and yelled.
Amanda came running into the room.
"whats wrong!"
"Amanda...What did we do when we went out today?"
