Secrets Left Untold
The second round robin is underway with the penname of Round Robins. The title of the story is Mask Behind a Mask, a period piece I can't post a link here (formating issues) but the story id is 3285102 for those of you who have had a hard time finding it. I have been assigned chapter 2 and am nervous about my first attempt at something historical, so please read and leave me kind reviews. KayBlueEyes has started us off with a fantastic chapter one. Tory
Chapter one - ToryD
Chapter two - Terpsichore314
Chapter three - KatieKay90
Chapter four - MJ Mod
Chapter five - LostBluePhantom
Chapter six – Moonshine's Guide
Chapter seven - Phantasmarose
Chapter eight - Splendorous Night Unfurled
Chapter nine - Hatred Behind a Mask
Chapter ten – ToryD (we start over again)
A/N Hello everyone! I am so very sorry that I have held this story up for so long! Christmas is a very hectic time for my family, so I had no time to do anything that I had hoped to accomplish! But here is my addition to the story. I took a rather different approach to this chapter than I think you all would have wanted, but I wanted to leave some of the fun for ToryD in her chapter! Hope you like mine!
Chapter 9
"Can't you go any faster?!"
"I'm going as fast as I can Ma'am, but traffic is being a bother as it were."
Isabel growled loudly as she slumped back in the seat in a huff, arms crossed over her chest. "You're all incompetent, every last one of you. How hard is it to find out some measly information on one no good, disgrace of a hobo?!"
Meguire sighed quietly as he continued to drive, but he didn't vocalize an answer. After having spoken to Ms. Ana Weidner, he had gone back to his office and looked up any information he had on her and the people that lived at 42nd street. 325 apartment C. Sadly, he couldn't find a trace of information that would help him, other than the fact that the mother had recently passed on.
But this information didn't sit well with Isabel at all. She had made it thoroughly clear that if the Inspector didn't go and speak with the other residents of the apartment, another phone call would be made to dear old Daddy. And that was the last thing Meguire needed at the moment.
So that is how he ended up where he was now; putting his vehicle in park outside of 42nd street. 325 apartment C.
"Here we are Ma'am."
"Very well then. It's about time." Isabel stuck her nose and chin in the air and continued to sit in the seat. After a moment of neither of them moving, Isabel finally gave a loud sigh of annoyance. "Well!? Aren't you going to open my door for me?!"
Meguire rolled his eyes as he got out his door and moved to the other side to open the passenger door.
Isabel stepped out and flipped her hair in his face as she walked past him to the apartment building.
Meguire wanted so much to just turn around and leave this awful woman standing on the curb. Now he understood why Mr. Eric Demetrius had done just that. But sadly, that is the very reason he was here now, dealing with this woman himself. He settled for slamming the door shut before slowing making his way across the yard.
Isabel was already outside of apartment C when he reached her, banging furiously against the door.
Loud shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door as a gruff voice yelled through. "All right already. I'll get there when I get there!"
Isabel huffed as she crossed her arms again. "Well I never! The nerve of the men in this city today!"
Meguire could only roll his eyes once more as the door in front of them swung open.
Before them stood a man that's appearance matched his voice to a tee.
At about 6', he was built as though he had been a football player or wrestler in high school, but it seemed that too many years and too many beers were catching up to him as his stomach was slightly bigger than it should have been. His brown hair had been buzzed into a military cut and his face was unshaven. He was wearing a white t-shirt and faded jeans.
The man eyed the two people at his door in an irritated manner. "What do you want?"
Meguire continued to stare at the man for another minute, until he was elbowed in the ribs by Isabel. With a sideways glare at the woman, he turned back to the male.
"Yes, I am Inspector Meguire, this is Ms. Isabel Leigh. Are we addressing a Mr. Joseph Buquet?"
The man eyed the inspector for a second, before slowly nodding his head once. "What's it to you?"
Isabel was far from patient as he pushed pass Meguire and looked at Joseph sternly. "We want information on Christine Daae. She is ruining my life and I want her out!"
Joseph looked at the annoying woman before him. "Yeah, I know the feeling. That's why I threw her and that worthless little brother of hers out of here as soon as I could. She wasn't my daughter, and that little pipsqueak wasn't even worth me calling my son. They could both go die in a gutter for all I care."
This little bit of information caught Isabel by surprise. "So, she isn't the mother of the boy, but you are the father?"
Joseph raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, so what? If that idiot wanted to take care of him like her son, she can do it out on the streets. All I want is to see her break down when she can't take care of him out there in the cold."
Isabel grinned evilly to herself. "That stupid little girl cares more about that precious little baby than she cares for herself. If I can get this over obnoxious man to call for custody of the boy, Christine would die of grief! And I will get my Erik back!"
Meguire had no idea what was going on as Isabel smiled sweetly at Joseph.
"Well Mr. Buquet, I wish to speak to you on a little matter. And I assure you, you will find this very much to your liking."
She took him by the crook of the elbow and led him into the apartment.
Meguire fully contemplated leaving while he still could, but knew that that would only bring him more grief when Isabel came back to him again. He slowly made his way into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.
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Meanwhile, sunlight was shinning brightly through the windows of the cabin many miles away.
The open curtains allowed the light to filter into the room and shine brightly on the young woman in the bed.
Christine turned away from the light and opened her eyes slowly. She smiled when she saw Ben sleeping soundly beside her. But the smile faltered slightly when she saw the other side of the bed was unoccupied. "Erik?"
She slowly sat up and looked around the room.
"Good morning Christine."
Her gaze snapped to the mirror on the other side of the room, where Erik stood with his back to her.
She could she his reflection in the mirror, but it was positioned to where she could see nothing but the perfection and beauty of the one side of his face.
"Good morning Erik."
Erik took a very deep breath and let it out slowly before he began to turn around. They had so much to talk about, and he didn't know where to begin. But he guessed the best place to start would be to let her see him without the mask, and let things escalate from there.