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"All, I know is that this is during Christine, and that Erik has the WORST temper I have ever heard!"
A/N: Hi you guys! Here is my next chapter, I hope you like it! I just wanted to say thanks to all my awesome reviewers! You guys rock! hugs
It is better to be called a fool, than to open your mouth and prove it!
Somewhere in Proverbs
Ch #4: What?
"WHAT! We're in France? But more importantly in THE PHANTOM'S LAIR! What the heck are you talking about Dani? Alia, check to see if she has a temp!" cried Lissa, struggling up off the beautiful peacock bed.
Alia, being the girl she was, had no idea who the Phantom was!
(A/N: I know, I feel bad for her as well!)
"You guys, I'm serious! I'm not joking! I just went out there and yelled my head off at him because he took my mask off when he put me on the bed!" She replied, slightly annoyed at them, hello, major emergency here? She paused and blinked a few times as the room seemed slightly off balance. "And furthermore, I do feel a bit odd, Alia, do you have a thermometer?"
Alia was training to be a doctor. She was the funny one, always ready to cheer you up when you were down. Like I said before, Alia was training to be a doctor, and she was on her fourth year at Loma Linda University School of Medicine. Her favorite color is brown, Lissa had once asked her why, and she said because of her mother, but no one knew what she meant. Dani's guess was that her mother had said something about the color brown, but no one knew what. Sarah and John Vincent had died in a tragic car crash caused by a drunk driver, when Alia was only 5, and she had gone to stay at her aunt's house in California, where Alia and Dani had met.
Lissa was the drama queen, the boy lover, the Contrary Mary, whatever you wanted to call it. She wasn't in college, and she wasn't planning for that to change. She loves to hang out at the parties, get drunk, and then have to have Dani and Alia bail her out, before she ended up dead, in a broken down car at the bottom of an abandoned valley. But she wasn't all immaturity; she was mature in some ways. She had several deep friendships; she was faithful to her boyfriends, (which she went through like old socks.) She had always had good grades when she was in school, she had also been a grade ahead, with all A's. It had all changed of course, when her parents had decided to go on a "retreat," and never came back. She never forgave them for that, after all, it had only happened last year, when she had just turned 17. Alia and Lissa had saved from an orphanage, as they were both 18 at the time that her parents had abandoned her.
Now Dani, she was a whole different subject. She had grown up in a good "Christian" home, had the perfect life!
"Dani, I may be in training, but I don't carry thermo's in my pockets, do you have any idea how much it hurts to sit down when you have one in your pocket?" Alia had a tendency to carry objects like pencils, pens and things like that in her pockets…occasionally causing some interesting results.
"And anyway, who the heck is Erik? What is the Phantom of the Opera, and why are we in France? I'm so confused!" With that, her eyes rolled back in her head as she fainted out of shock.
Lissa and Dani quickly ran over to her crumpled form on the floor. Try as they might, they could not revive her, so they put her on the bed, and pulled the covers up over her.
"Well Dani, I see no other way out of this," Lissa said, feeling Alia's forehead, it felt warm, and Alia looked really tired.
"What do you mean Lissa?" She replied, slightly confused.
"She feels really warm. You are just going to have to go out there, find Erik, and apologize, because she needs help, and he won't help you if you don't say sorry, for goodness sake!" she tucked the covers more firmly around Alia then looked up thoughtfully, "But before you go, is he good looking, I mean is he a Gerik, or is he more like a Leroux? Cause I don't know, it seems we might be staying here for a while, so I might as well know…"
Lissa, in her ignorance, was a bit shallow at the moment…
"Lissa Gene Bleeker!" (Pronounced Ji-ney.)
"How could you be thinking such things at a time like this? Alia could be dying for all we know, and you want to know if he's cute? Could you get any more shallow?"
Dani turned around, and swiftly walked out the door.
Erik's POV
Erik was storming around, outside they're room, fuming…
How could she be so insolent! She has no right to talk about my personal life, what does she know of love?
She has no idea how it feels! But…she does have a mask…does that mean something? No, Of course it doesn't! She has probably had many a suitor, despite the mask, or has she? Erik, why do you CARE if she has or not, she has nothing to do with you!
She should just keep her meddling nose out of your business!
Yes…. He thought, she should! Well he would just have to return the favor, wouldn't he?
Oh yes, he certainly would! He crept up to where the bedroom door was, to listen in to the girls' conversation.
"She feels really warm. You are just going to have to go out there, find Erik, and apologize, because she needs help, and he won't help you if you don't say sorry, for goodness sake! But before you go, is he good looking, I mean is he a Gerik, or is he more like a Leroux? Cause I don't know, it seems we might be staying here for a while, so I might as well know…"
What the heck is that girl talking about? He thought…What's a Gerik, and what's a Leroux? He was quite confused by all this; he shook his head in irritation and bent his ear to the door to listen again.
"Lissa Gene Bleeker!"
"How could you be thinking such things at a time like this! Alia could be dying for all we know, and you want to know if he's cute? Could you get any more shallow?"
There's Danielle, he thought sarcastically. All of a sudden he heard footsteps coming toward the door. Panicking, he knew he didn't have time to do anything…
The door swung open, revealing a distraught Dani, looking quite mad, but funny at the same time.
Dani's POV
What the heck is he doing there, sprawled out on the ground? Oh MY GOSH! Was he eavesdropping me, or worse, spying on me? Well, how dare he! So much for saying sorry to him!
"Monsieur, do you make it a habit to infuriate your guests? Because if so, I would prefer it if you stopped." She was glaring at him dangerously, a steely glint in her slate blue eyes.
She walked over to where he was trying to get up from the floor and pushed him back down to the ground with her foot, standing over him, as if she had just captured him.
"Also, I think you owe me an apology, you not only stole MY mask, but you were also eavesdropping on me! You have nerve to be able to do that!"
She took her foot off his chest and he quickly scrambled off the ground, extremely embarrassed. He hated being vulnerable, and this skinny little girl had been able to hold him down, with her foot! If that's not being in a vulnerable position, than he didn't know what was!
Remind me never to eavesdrop on her conversations again! He thought to himself, brushing dust from his dark trousers.
"Anyway, Erik, I didn't come out to get mad at you, I need your help…"
She was becoming more timid. Stay cool; don't let him see your vulnerability!
But it was too late, he had heard the quiver in her voice, and the tables had turned.
Why, she's putting on a show! She's obviously as nervous as Hell! Now, how to use this knowledge for my own benefit, hmm, we shall see…
"Let me ask you mademoiselle Danielle, are you… nervous, by any chance," His voice dropped into that seductive timbre, flowing melodically around her as he started to walk slowly towards her, his proximity was making her feel anxious, and uneasy.
What is he doing? Ok, keep your cool Dani, DON'T act nervous!
"No, M…m…monsieur, I am not." Her voice quivered, even though she was trying to sound confident. Her palms started to get sweaty. Sweat pricked her palms and she rubbed them nervously on her pajama pants
"Because, I think you are, do you want to know why?" He was very close to her, too close, watching her with the eyes of a predator.
He was met only by silence, so he continued.
He circled around her and whispered in her ear, "Because you are quivering."
The tables were turned, and she knew it. She was feeling very vulnerable now, and she hated it!
He walked a few steps away from her, and started talking again, acting as if nothing had happened.
"So you say you need help, well I will help you, but for a price, of course."
"Of course," she replied blankly.
"Well then," He said. "What do you need my help with?" He was pleased that she had given up.
"My friend Alia, she fainted and won't wake up. She's not dead, she still has a pulse, but needs to be woken up, I don't know how. Please, help!" She almost begged.
"Goodness WOMAN! Why didn't you tell me before!" He shouted as he sprang towards the bedroom.
"Well SORRY! You were the one who was practically stalked me!" She said sarcastically as she followed him into the bedroom, running to keep up with his long legs.
Her words fell upon deaf ears as he was already by the bedside, putting a small jar of something under her nose. Lissa was glued to the wall, in utter shock.
Dani's eyes reverted back to Alia when she heard a spluttering and a cough. Alia shot up in bed and started yelling,
"EEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW! What is that disgusting smell? Get it away from me! Who are you?" She shrieked staring at Erik.
"My name is Erik, and you are currently in my lair, in my swan bed, because you fainted for some reason unknown. And you are…?" He asked inquiringly.
"Alia, nice to meet ya'. How ya doing? Oh yeah, and thank you for waking me up." Alia, though shocked, was thankful that he had woken her up. "I was starting to get some freaky dreams there!"
"That is quite alright, just try not to faint too often. May I ask who that quivering girl in the corner is?" He hated it when people did that.
"My name is L...l…l…Lissa. I'm n…n…not quite sure where I am…" Despite how good-looking she thought he was, she was quite intimidated.
"Well we are in Paris, and under the Opera Populaire."
"Now if you ladies would excuse me, mademoiselle Danielle and I need to discuss some business. It's been a pleasure meeting you."
And with that Erik bowed to them and walked out the door, followed by a dazed Dani.
"Now wait a minute, when you say payment, what exactly are you talking about?" She was a little on edge now, she didn't know what he wanted as 'payment,' and was feeling a bit nervous on top of it all, and around her mask, her face showed it all.
He thought it was quite funny, how worried she was. This is hilarious! Who knows what she thinks I want her to do, I'll have to have fun with this…
"Well, Mademoiselle, give me a moment to think about it…" he eyed her up and down, walking around her, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "Well, I could…" he paused significantly then shook his head "No, that would be much too easy," he turned away and regarded his rich pipe organ considerately, "I could have her do… I should have her… No, too boring!" He was having fun with this; she looked at him in despair.
"Please don't make me do anything… kinesthetic, should I say…" He is torturing me! Why the very...! Her temper flared again and she stamped her foot.
"Well sir, I am getting quite bored with all this waiting, would you please just decide!" She snapped at him.
He laughed to himself… This was amusing.
"Oh, alright Mamselle, do you know how to cook, clean, swim, read, write, and sing?" He asked questionably.
"Well, yes, I can, but what does that have to do with anything?" She was clearly confused. What the heck did that have to with it?
" Everything! If you are going to have to live here, you need those skills!" He thought it was quite obvious, what didn't she understand?
"What do you mean, live here?" What could he possibly be talking about, live here?
"Well, isn't it obvious? As payment, I want you to stay here and keep the house! Your friends can live here too, don't worry, they'll be fine." He replied. "With all my business, I simply don't have the time, and I couldn't very well have Madame Giry do it now, could I? Presuming you know who Madame Giry is?"
She breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness! I wasn't sure what he was going to make me do!
"That's it? That's all you want me to do, keep your house clean, well, I can do that!"
"You need not look so relieved, I may be repulsive, but I'm not that bad( perverse?)!" He was degrading himself, he did it on purpose, he wanted to see her reaction.
Automatically she reached out her hand and tenderly touched his shoulder.
"Don't do that to yourself, degrade yourself like that, I didn't say anything of the sort! You don't know if I think that or not! I don't think your repulsive at all, I just think you have some issues, but don't we all?"
He turned around and looked at her with amazement in his eyes, he had been expecting an answer, but no one had ever said something like that to him.
"You don't think I'm a repulsive carcass?" He fought back the unwanted lump that was rising in his throat, what was wrong with him? He felt … He didn't know how to describe it.
"No, I don't." And with that, she walked calmly back into the bedroom.
A/N: Hey you guys! I hope you liked the chapter, don't worry, I'm not going to make it into one of those, he instantly falls in love with her deals, I'm not that bad! Anyway, please review!
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