Authoress: Hello, lovelies! I'm afraid I have some bad news for you guys...
Christine: Erik ate too much chocolate, and got really sick, so now I'm here!
Authoress: You sound happy about that.
Christine: I'm not! I swear...
Authoress: Sure... But there is other news. I am so sorry for this ultra short chapter, but I have a lot of things going on, plus writer's block.
Christine: Excuses, excuses...
Authoress: Shut up, or I'll write you out of the story. Now, do the disclaimer, we don't want to keep the people waiting.
Christine: Fine. *Mutters* Hypocrite.
Authoress: What was that?
Christine: Nothing. Authoress does not own any copyrighted material mentioned in this chapter, not to mention Phantom of the Opera, which belongs to ALW and Leroux.
Authoress: Enjoy, and again, I am so sorry for this short chapter...
He drew her close.
"What did you say?" He demanded. She smiled sadly.
"I said," she started, "you are not a monster. Just because you have a deformity does not mean you have something wrong with you."
After she said that she smiled kindly, then her face went slack as if realizing her mistake.
"Oh, no…..oh, God what have I done," she muttered. Then she turned to him and pleaded, "Please don't kill me, I swear I'll explain everything once we get to our destination…"
He was too shocked to do anything but row.
At least, she trusts me enough to let me take her to the lair, he thought. It's a start.
In fact, he said internally as he glanced at her, she seems to be excited to see where I am taking her. There is a childish gleam in her eyes.
It was then and there when he realized she was different from anyone else that he had met, quite possibly insane.
Amethyst POV
She was so giddy to visit his lair, she could hardly keep from bouncing up and down. She wanted to look around, up, down, anywhere from the rigid position that she had forced her neck in to appear calm.
Yay! She thought. We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!
She tilted her head. Wrong musical, dummy, she thought.
As she quietly watched her surroundings, she noticed a dead end in front of them.
"Um," she squeaked quietly, "Monsieur Fantôme?" My heart was beating fast. " There is a -" I was cut off with a loud "Quiet!"
He continued to row faster and faster until the we were about to hit the wall, and suddenly, it moved back, only to reveal cloudy mist just like the one in the musical.
Then she put every drop of her willpower to keep herself from fangirling and capsizing the boat. She closed her eyes and thought calming thoughts.
Deep breaths, she thought. Rainbows, kitties, Hadley Fraser with guyliner.
She managed to get her thoughts under control, and when she had, she opened her eyes. The boat came to a stop at the edge of the lair, and I was absolutely mystified. I was so entranced by the beauty of my surroundings that I didn't notice when he stepped off of the boat and up to the organ.
That is until I heard the most heart-wrenching music coming from his organ.