To the bedroom!
Nah nuh nah nuh nah nuh…BEDROOM!
Yeah…I've got issues, thanks for noticing…
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I thumped up the stairs and flung open the door, ready for anything that would be inside…
Okay…not anything, exactly.
"Erik?" I asked, stepping back and bumping into whoever was behind me. "What are you doing here?"
Erik paused, as if he was going to do something against his nature…which I guess was true, because what he said next just…totally blew my mind.
"Fleur…I know it might be too late…but…I…wanted…to…to…apologize for…er…killing you. I realize now that you had been through that before, and I shouldn't have…uh…man-handled you." He said in French, and I could tell that everyone behind me was confused.
I smiled. I know it was so cheesy and stupid, but I honestly felt moved almost to tears.
The feeling didn't last too long though, because the next moment there was another thud and Madame Giry appeared on the floor.
"Madame Giry!" I gasped, and ran to help her up, but she ignored me, walking up to Erik.
"Did you tell her yet?" she asked, and he sighed and nodded.
"Madame Giry…you made him apologize?" I asked, laughing now.
"Well, I felt so bad, Fleur…he told me what he had done to you, and so I spent quite a while wearing him down…" she said, as if Erik wasn't there.
"How'd you finally do it?" I asked, knowing that Erik was not a man to be persuaded.
"Dirty pool, my dear." She winked, and I could only imagine what she did. "So how have you been?"
I paused, and decided to tell what had really happened. "François came back…and…as you can imagine, he tried to take some liberties against my personal self." I said, putting it as lightly as I could, but even that delicate break could not stop Madame and Erik looking shocked.
"He's back?" Erik asked, and I nodded.
"Surprised you hadn't found him down in that bat cave of yourn." I said, punching his arm slightly.
"I assure you, if he had been there I would have personally taken care of his removal by force." Erik said, and I rolled my eyes. He was only putting this on because of Madame.
"My dear…surely you've tried to get rid of him again…" Madame Giry said, looking horrified.
"Well, I've tried twice already…but…he's a much stronger man than just a has-been ballerina…" I said, but Madame shushed me.
"You were not just a ballerina, Fleur…you still are! You still move with the same grace that you miraculously learned in such a short time which, I myself have never seen done before. You may just not be properly prepared, but you are still part of the Corpse de Ballet!" She said, and I smiled. "My dear…you are always welcome in the Opera House…whenever you need time away from here, you are welcome."
"Well, I think we've served our purpose here." Erik said briskly, and I could tell he was ready to head back to his solitary cave where he could keep up the thundering on his organ.
"Goodbye, Fleur, I hope to see you soon." Madame said, and she stepped back, same with Erik.
"Erik," I said suddenly, grinning "be careful how loud you play, you might cause the next big earthquake."
He rolled his eyes, and the next moment they were gone.
"Will someone please explain to me what exactly just happened?" Jenny asked with a dazed expression.
"Someone catch me, I'm about to faint…Erik just apologized for breaking my neck…" I said, put a hand to my forward and pretended to faint, with Aaron catching me.
"Then why'd Madame Giry show up?" Kelee asked, hauling me to my feet.
"Well, she persuaded him to." I admitted, standing up straight.
"Ah, so not exactly a heartfelt apology." Clair said, trying to hide a grin.
"I think someone needs to get that man to a self-help facility...I mean, if he can't even apologize for killing someone…" Kurt said, but I interrupted him.
"Hey, I don't think having a broken neck would be near as bad as having to bleed to death…" I said, remembering when he squished when I fell on him. It wasn't the first time it occurred to me that he was still alive when that happened.
"Especially the way we kind of kicked him around…" Zach said, evidently remembering the same thing as I.
"He mentioned that…" I said, rubbing my neck a little bit.
"So what are we going to do about François?" Asked Jenny, and I shrugged.
"Well it isn't as though we can go look for him, the man pops up everywhere. He's like that freak from Jeepers Creepers." I said, leaning against my door frame. "And it isn't as though I can stay here either, mom and dad are gonna be home in…" I glanced down at my watch "oh give or take five minutes."
"And we can't go anywhere public either…" Abby said, thinking how un-cool it would be to have to kill someone in the middle of the mall or something.
"Hey, Gram isn't home…" Clair said.
"How long has that been, three months? Shouldn't you be worrying if she's dead or something?" I asked.
"Nah, I think she's just avoiding us…but you never know…maybe we should give her a ring tonight…" Clair said slowly.
"And I think we'd better hurry up and get out of here." Aaron said, looking down at his watch that read five-fifty-six, about the time when my parents got home.
"I'm with you…" I said, and hurried into my room, grabbing my overnight bag.
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Please review!
I didn't check for mistakes again…I know, I'm so terribly lazy…
Also, sorry for it being so short.
