Hey guys this is a pretty long chappie, cause I'm not to sure when I'll be able to update again. I'm going to New York to see Phantom in exactly 5 days then I'll be gone for a week!
I despretly need to know, Do the charecters still act like them selves? Like does Erik still act like Erik? If not I need some tips.
Chapter 14 "Hots for teacher."
Lizzie slipped her purple cloak over her shoulders and stepped outside of her room. The large house was silent and dark, Raoul had gone to bed about three hours ago.
As Lizzie crept down the stairs the old grandfather clock chimed twelve'oclock. She continued through the foyer and out the front door. The chilly night air chilled her to the bone, so she rapped her cloak tighter around her. The leaves crunched underneath her as she walked from the mansion to the stable behind her house.
She creaked open the door that would open up to a row of stalls and a aisle. But instead when she opened the door it revealed a young man holding a book, looking quite startled.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you." Lizzie said sweetly.
"Oh never mind that Miss, I just thought you were my father." The man's small candle only lit the right side of him but she could see the biceps that bulged from his arm.
"Why are you out here so late?" she asked.
"I was going to ask you the same question."
"I need to go into town, what's your excuse."
"My father and mother hate it when I read when they are trying to sleep, so I sneak out and read outside. Now may where I ask are you going?"
"The Opera." She said not making any eye contact.
"Do you need my assistance? I could get a carriage for you."
"Are you sure? I mean I don't want to interrupt your reading."
"No It's fine, the book was getting pretty boring anyway."
"Alright, Thank You." He nodded and went in the direction of the horses.
The boy was latching the horse to the carriage when Lizzie asked:
"Would you like any help?"
"No, no It's fine."
"Alright then, What's your name?"
"Gerard (sorry I couldn't resist) Rowley. Yours?" Lizzie was a little surprised he did not know her, but answered the question just the same:
"Lizzie De Chany."
"Oh Mademoiselle De Chany. The Vicomte's daughter?"
"Call me Lizzie and yes I am his Daughter."
"For give me for asking but, what business have you at the Opera?"
"Voice Lessons. My father forbid from going but I am going to work around schedule, that why I'm coming at night."
"Ahh… I see. Well we're all set. Are you ready?"
"Yes." She said as they both walked in the direction of the carriage door. He helped her inside before going to the front so he could drive.
He flicked the reins and the horses moved into a trot. He flicked them again and they went to a canter.
Within 20 minutes Gerard had pulled the carriage up to the Opera house and had gotten off to help Lizzie out. Her feet touched the ground and she smiled and said:
"Thank you." He nodded in reply. She started in the direction of the Opera but a voice stopped her.
"Lizzie." It whispered. She looked in the direction of Gerry but his head was faced the other way. She looked all around and saw a dark shadow in the corner, but she could barley make out a white mask. She hurried over to him and he grabbed her hand. He pushed in a golden brick that made up the Opera house and a door opened right on the Opera wall.
"Erik you never cease to amaze me."
"And I never plan to stop." he said with a smile.
The two walked inside the passageway still hand in hand. This tunnel was different then the last. About every three feet, a candle was mounted on the wall.
Lizzie admired the bizarre yet stunning statues that lined the walls of the Labyrinth.
"Did you build all these tunnels?" Lizzie asked after she felt there had been to much silence.
"Most of them. Some were built by Charles Garnier."
"It must have taken decades."
"Not quite so long, but yes it took up most of my time here at the Opera house." Erik said almost smiling.
"It's very--"
"Strange?" Erik finished.
"No not 'strange' more like an exotic beauty that only your mind is capable of comprehending. It is strange to everyone else because no one has seen anything quite so enchanting." Erik gave her a look of subtle shock, but she did not notice. She still looked in awe of the cravings that would become more intricate with each step.
Finally they came to a door, which Erik quickly opened. It opened to his unkempt study, that was scattered with many different charms and artifact from anywhere from Persia to England. Erik began to walk towards the exit of the room, before he was stopped by Lizzie's voice.
"Where did you get this?" She was pointing to a small statue of Alexander the Great.
"Greece." She nodded and smiled, then pointed to a group of charcoal drawings that hung on the wall.
"Did you do these?"
"Yes."
"They are beautiful. May I?" She said holding on to picture. He nodded and she moved the picture closer to her, to get a better look. The particular drawing was one of a young violinist putting rosin on his bow. She sat the picture down and walked in Erik's direction.
They left the room and he sat down at the piano bench. She took her place beside him and he asked:
"What would you like to sing?"
"May I hear you sing?"
"Lizzie, this is your voice lesson."
"I know but I have never heard you sing, so may I?"
"Very well what would you like to hear?" She thought about it for a moment then replied.
"May I hear something from Don Juan?" He sighed.
"Very well but you must sing with me."
"Alright that's fair." He grabbed a sheet of music from a folder and placed it on the music stand in front of him.
"You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . . " The intensity of his voice had startled her. He used so much passion when he sang it was seducing.
"I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge - in your mind you've already succumbed to me dropped all defenses completely succumbed to me - now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided . . . Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end . . . Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us . . .? Past the point of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return . . "
"You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence . . . I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why . . . In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenseless and silent - and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . . Past the point of no return - no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . . Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .? When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .?"
"Past the point of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . . We've passed the point of no return . . ."
The last note faded into a mezzo piano, and a smile arrived on Lizzie's face.
"Erik your voice is so… captivating."
"So I've been told." He said showing particular emotion. "Would you like some tea, I am parched."
"May I have something stronger, or is it to late for that?"
"It is never to late for alcohol my dear. I have some wine will that do?"/
"Perfect." He smiled and stood from the bench. He walked to the kitchen and placed two glasses on the counter. Erik then walked over to the pantry and grabbed a bottle of his best wine. He filled the two glasses with the mauve liquid then left the room.
Erik handed Lizzie the glass then sat next to her on the piano bench.
"Did you have a good day today?" Erik asked after they had both had a few sips of wine.
"Yes, but quite boring though. Papa was gone for most of the day so I spent my time alone in the library reading Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe."
"Edgar Allen Poe? That is quite horrific literature for a lady such as your self."
"Yes, but I feel that reading every type of story helps you understand the world better. Life isn't just passionate, love at first site romance novels and it isn't aren't red herring murder mysteries either. I suppose if I read each genre I will be prepared for anything I am challenged with."
"That is an intelligent philosophy." Lizzie smiled and took another sip of her brandy.
"What did you do today?" Lizzie asked.
"Mostly watched the ballerinas and chorus people practice for Romeo and Juliet."
"Really, how is that coming along?"
"Quite Well."
Right as he finished his sentence a clock on the wall struck 1:00.
"Oh, I should go, I still need to manage to get some rest before morning." He sat down his glass, and said:
"Would you like me to walk you out?" She smiled and said:
"Yes that would be lovely, Thank You." They stood and turned to the study. He slide open the passage they had walked through before and they both stepped inside.
"Thank you for singing to me, I really enjoyed it." Lizzie said.
"Your Welcome but it was nothing really."
"Maybe not to you." There was another silence until she asked:
"Do you still write Operas?"
"No, I have not had enough inspiration."
"What was your inspiration for Don Juan? Love?"
"Not quite Love. Lust is the proper word." He replied.
"So all you do now is compose songs?"
"Most of the time, but I also watch over the rehearsals."
"What about Madame Giry? Do you ever talk to her?"
"She is quite busy with her daughter Meg and I don't like to bother her."
"Do you have any other friends?" She asked, still genuinely interested.
"Yes, Nadir Khan, I met him in Persia. And I talk to him as often as I can. What bout you don't you have any companions?"
"Not really. All the women that were lesser class acted inferior and shy. But all the women higher in class acted very arrogant." She said, taking no never mind about it.
"What did you do as a child? No other children to play with and no mother to look up to."
"I rode my horses and followed my father on business."
"That sounds exciting." He said sarcastically. She smiled and replied:
"Actually it was quite a learning experience. I learned how to talk to people and feel comfortable around all classes of people." Just as she finished her sentence they came to a dead end.
He slid open the door and the two walked out into the brisk night air.
"Well, goodbye Erik."
"Goodbye." They stood there awkwardly, both wanting to move into a kiss but still a little apprehensive. That is until Lizzie closed the space between them and pulled him into a lip lock.
He gently pushed his tongue into her mouth. At first she was uneasy, but then relaxed and mimicked his action.
Gerard sat watching the two in what was shock for a moment, but then faded into a smile.
Lizzie reluctantly pulled away, the need for air was to great.
"I'll see you tomorrow." she said in staggered breath.
"Till tomorrow." She walked to the carriage, a smile still on her face. She looked at Gerard, a smile quite evident on his face also.
"I take it the relationship between you two is a little stronger than teacher and student." She blushed but replied:
"Yes." Gerard shook his head as he flicked the reins once again. This time turning the horses in the direction of Lizzie's estate.
I LOVE QUEEN!
Good old fationed Lover boy
By:Queen (of course)
I can dim the
lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango
just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your valentino just for you
Ooh love - ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Set my alarm, turn on my
charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy
Ooh
let me feel your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster)
Ooh ooh can you
feel my love heat
Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love
And
tell me how do you feel right after-all
I'd like for you and I to
go romancing
Say the word - your wish is my command
Ooh
love - ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Write
my letter
Feel much better
And use my fancy patter on the
telephone
When I'm not with you
I think of you always
(I
miss those long hot summer nights)
I miss you
When I'm not
with you
Think of me always
Love you - love you
Hey
boy where do you get it from
Hey boy where did you go ?
I
learned my passion in the good old
Fashioned school of loverboys
Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely
One two
three four five six seven eight nine o' clock
I will pay the
bill, you taste the wine
Driving back in style, in my saloon will
do quite nicely
Just take me back to yours that will be fine
(Come on and get it)
Ooh love, (There he goes again just like
a good old-fashioned lover boy)
Ooh loverboy
What're you
doin' tonight, hey boy
Everything's all right
Just hold on
tight
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned fashioned lover boy