Well I have this chapter up, and am hoping to write more.

Review answers:

Miss Black Shadow: I know I am cruel… it is in my nature I suppose… and yes the pendant will return…. Much, much later however. And the story Becca made popped into my head at the randomest moment…. I was watching my dad play Guitar Heroes (and fail miserably I might add) and WHAM! I pulled out a pen and took it to paper. Yeah….thank you for sticking with me!

Angelflowers: glad you like the username! I was watching PTO at 3 in the morning and Chagney sounded like shiny to my sleep deprived brain; so Vicomte-Du-Shiny was born. Fop torture alone?! What is the fun in that? I'd rather have a bunch of rabid phans with us…oh there will be blood. Muahahahahahahahahahaha. As for Erik….if you can catch him….

Erik: God help me! She doesn't own PTO.

(5:00 in the morning the next day)

Erik was composing, waiting for his ingénue to awaken, when he smelled a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen. He opened it to find Ivy sitting at the table, and Becca, back to him, doing something. Ivy smiled and showed him the food on her plate. "I made chocolate chip waffles. Want some?" Erik was about to accept when Becca came into view and he recoiled. How could the girl still be alive?! He stared at her. She was in an elegant emerald green dress, stained crimson by a deep gash on her neck. Her white satin gloves also had rips and he could see the marred flesh and blood there as well. Her glasses were missing; she had a deep hollowed look in her eyes, and had a grin on her face that made her look exceedingly creepy. He took a closer look at Ivy and found that she looked as if she had just been throttled and thrown into the lake. The pair started laughing.

"Honestly, Erik, you really are too much." Becca said and shoved a piece of waffle in her mouth. He merely gaped like a fish. Becca whipped out her camera and took a photo.

"Amazing! Erik is totally speechless! I'm glad I had that nearby!" Becca plunged more of the chocolaty breakfast food into her mouth. She was bouncing around as if a hornet's nest had settled in her dress.

Ivy explained, "Well you see, we had to find some way to entertain ourselves while you were showing Christine the lair. How did that go by the way?" Ivy asked nonchalantly with a mischievous innocence.

Erik cursed, "Not well. How are you both still living?" He pointed to the girls eating waffles as if they would run away if they stayed on the plate too long.

Ivy grinned. "It's fake. We applied fake skin over Becca's real skin, then textured the gashes up with make-up and stage blood, and doused the dress and gloves in stage blood. We just paled me up and made me look dead. Then we had some fun." Ivy began the story.

Flashback!

…Well, put the reels on!

…… What do you mean you can't find them?!

(small crashes are heard) OW! explicit text

a long string of explicit text

EXPLICIT WORD have to do everything myself. (nursing bloody nose)

After the long make-up process, Becca looked positively horrifying. The girls did a few last minute preparations and stealthily made their way up to the Screen changers' posts.

They hid in a dark crevice and peered about. Buquet was there, leaning on the railing, sipping some sort of alcohol. Becca chuckled a bit then made her way to a catwalk opposite him and started to walk gracefully along it. When Buquet spotted her, he spat out the drink he had just taken a swig of, turned three shades paler, and then to a sickly green color.

Becca turned her head around to stare into his eyes then whispered loud enough for him to hear her, "Buquet." Then she jumped off the catwalk with a piercing scream. The smokescreen went off with a whoosh, and Becca was engulfed by a trapdoor, landing on a trampoline. Ivy took a tad longer to watch a trembling and twitching Joseph Buquet crouch down in the fetal position at his post. Then she cackled and went to get Becca.

Erik growled, "So that was your scream at 3 in the morning." Becca nodded and downed a glass of water.

Erik noted the dark circles under the girls' eyes and asked, "Did you even sleep at all?!"

Ivy grinned, "Nope. We have enough caffeine in our systems to make a coke machine jealous."

Erik was about to ask what a 'coke machine' was, but stopped as he remembered something. "Ivy, you seem saner than Rebecca, will you kindly look after Christine in my absence?"

Becca cackled manically, "Oh don't trust me Erik?"

Erik stared at her with disdain, "Yes. You look insane right now… I trust Ivy, and after your performance last night to me, I have no patience with you."

Becca looked about ready to throw whatever was in reach when Ivy intervened, "Alright Erik. I'll look after her… For a price."

Erik narrowed his eyes, "Why do I get the feeling this is going to bad for me…?"

Ivy hopped up, "It's nothing really… I just want to be your full time apprentice! You know…place notes…. Scare people…swoosh cloaks…threaten, that kind of thing."

"No."

Ivy pouted, "Aw come on Erik, please?"

"I refuse."

Ivy put on her best puppy face, "Pleeeaasse?"

Erik merely shook his head.

Ivy's puppy face turned into a smirk, her eyes glittering dangerously. "Then I'll just sick Becca on your little diva." Ivy pointed to Becca, who was throwing darts, knives, scissors and any sharp object she could get her hands on at a doll of Christine nailed to the wall.

Erik took a small side step as a knife whizzed by his head and sighed. "Alright we have a deal…keep her," He motioned to the scissors-happy blonde, "away from Christine and I will make you my apprentice."

Ivy stuck out her hand "Shall we seal it in blood?"

Erik walked off leaving her hand unshaken. Ivy turned around and grinned like an idiot. Becca growled. "Why did you agree to do that?! You are a TRAITOR to the PHAN CAUSE!!!"

Ivy smirked, "No, I said you couldn't do anything, I never said anything about me not touching her."

Becca's eyes widened. "You are a genius Ivy, you really are." Ivy grinned and took a bow.

That was a mini chappie… third installment coming up….what should befall Christine? Nothing too damaging…. Erik would have a fit…. Any suggestions are welcomed with open arms!!

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