MaskedNicci.

Glad you like. Don't know who you were talking about when you said 'is this who I think it is'.
Updated the chapter to rhyme a bit better. Just so you know, this is old work renewed.
It's a bit of and old idea,and it was written before. I'm just rewritting it so that it makes more sense.

My Elphie.

I've already started using your idea. Thanks. And I got MOST of the old chaptsie back. I hope it's as good.

LonesomeGurlAngelofDeath.

The chaptsies are fixed now. Please continue to read. Hopefully, that will never happen again.

chocorose89.

Glad you think my story is interesting, please be more specific on which parts you like and didn't like this time. :)

Bold: CharlesErik, or Charles Phantom.

Italics: GerardErik, or Gerard Phantom.

Underline: MichaelErik, or Michael Phantom.

Normal: KayErik, or Kay Phantom.

Here we go! Chaptsie 3:

((BEGINNING OF CHAPTER))

'Michael' Erik

After we were in a circle again, I saw the determination look in my friend's eyes.
Though I did not know what was next, I knew he would help us. I looked into the face of my, prey.
What a shame, she was a beautiful woman. She had a gentle look to her face.
She had a face that made smiling look terribly easy. I stroked her gentle face.

She had hair that was the deepest of ebony, it was tied back with a black satin ribbon.
Wearing also pair of thick, dark blue pants, and a blood red shirt that said something in cursive.
Around her neck was a silver chain with a golden ring on it, along with something else...
A small white mask, a replica of my own, in fact. I touch my mask in realization and smiled.

I listened into their conversation. I guess I was suppose to be listening already.
It was between the good-looking half-masked man, and the one in the full-mask.
considering the fact that they both have the same first name. I'll find some way to address them.

I don't know how to address them otherwise, they are always talking to each other.
The half-mask man with the sword is speaking. He is only really handsome one here.
I shall have to address him as something to the effect of his name. 'Charming'. Yes, that will do.

"That is crazy, and it will never work!"

"Sure it will! If done correctly."

"I do not see how! It doesn't make any sense!" Charming was trying to speak hush-like. Nice try.
"It will never work!"

"Not if you let you continue shouting! Keep quiet! You shall wake her!"
He went over to Charming, and gave him a shake. She stirred, and they all looked down at her.
Charming bit his lip.

"Sorry." He leaned over her as he spoke. Then sat up."Are you confident in this plan, monsieur?"

"Right now I am. Believe me; if we preform this correctly, everything will be fine." He sounded calm.
Then again, he is usually calm. I have no idea what he means... I should probably tell them I did not hear.

"Excuse me? Did I miss something? I am not quite sure what we are doing."
They froze at my words, and slowly turned in my direction. Charming slowly opens his mouth.

"Where... Did you... Leave off?" He pronounced every syllable as if it were a different word.

"Most likely... At the beginning." Charming glared at him.

"Okay. Listen to this: He says that we should--" He is cut off my her groaning as she wakes.
She slowly opens her eyes, and stares straight into mine. She seems dreamy.

"Hello, my Angel. Am I dreaming?" She says dreamily. She has a beautiful voice.
I had to tell her the truth, even if it spoils her dream.. I sigh at the thought.

"No, my dear, I am afraid you are not. This horror is real." I say to her.

"Horreur ? De quelle horreur parlez-vous ? J'ai pensé que c'était un rêve merveilleux.

Mais il est bien mieux savoir qu'il est vrai. " I smiled.

"Parlez-vous français, mademoiselle?" I said in surprise. If I am lucky many people will speak French,
and we shall be in France; in Paris. I can only wish...

"Oui, monsieur. Bien qu'il ne soit pas habituel ici en Amérique,
j'ai appris comment parler français quand j'étais jeune. Aimer cela? " Her accent is a bit off.

"Pardon moi, mademoiselle, mais… Vous a fait parole juste que c'est… L'Amérique ?" I asked,
shocked. I looked over to the others. They exchanged shocked glances.

"Vous n'avez pas su que vous étiez en Amérique? Je suis confus, monsieur." she says, slowly.
Her eyes widen. She looks as if she just came out of a dream, to enter a nightmare.

"Oh, for goodness sake, you two! Speak English! People are staring!"
She slowly turns her head in Charming's direction. She fully inspects my friends. Her gaze falls back on him.

"I have seen you, but never in person. You look better in person."She smiled.
I saw the left side of his face, the only part visible, turn a light shade of pink. I smiled.
He turned from her in his embarrassment. She stood up, went over to him, and took his obviously larger hand.

"No one has ever told me that I looked good. Especially not better."
She turned his head to face her. Then, silently, she kissed him on the cheek.
We stared for a moment, unsure how to react. Why him, anyway?

"Don't be jealous, you guys. He needs it. Hey, you wanna come over? I've got room."

"Really? All of us?" He motioned in our direction. Nice of you to include us, Charming.

"Of course! I couldn't very well leave ANY of you behind! I've been wait my whole life...
Well, almost, to meet all of you! I won't let this opportunity slip away! Come, come!"
We quietly followed her. She led us to a strange looking car. It was black, and shined in the light.
She frantically told us to get inside, and we got in, worriedly. She seemed a bit too eager.

She got us seated, even buckled us in herself. All of us jumped when it started.
It was louder than we had expected. She smiled at us, assured us it would be alright, and drove it.
I wonder what will happen to us now...

((END OF CHAPTER))

Reviews with compliments are welcome. Reviews with constructive critism are also welcome.
I would like to know if this chaptsie brought them out-of-character. I'm afraid it may come across as a bit cheesy.