Oh my god I haven't updated in forever! Ahh! So sorry, people! Oh, I feel so bad! ...And tired, now that I think of it, but that's not important. I've just been so busy, and my bro's been hogging up the comp, and I kept forgetting whether I'd gotten this chappy beta-d, and just everything... but it'll be faster next time, I promise! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Alrighty, peoples. Let's review this again. I... (repeat: I) ...do... (repeat: do) ...not... (repeat: not) ...own... (repeat: own) ...Phantom of the Opera... (repeat: ... ... ... Oh, to hell with it. I think ya'll get it.)
"Mademoiselle, wake up," Erik whispered. Alyssa merely groaned and pulled the covers higher over her body, mumbling something along the lines of, "No, mom... Five more minutes... I won't miss the bus..." Erik rolled his eyes, then reached out and roughly shook her shoulder.
With a small cry of suprise, Alyssa snapped up, her head nearly colliding with Erik's. She gave him a suspiciously curios look, and he straightened up.
"What?" she asked irritably. She suddenly realized that one of the straps of her nightgown was hanging off her shoulder (something that Erik had already noticed), and she quickly pulled it up.
"Breakfast is ready. If you're hungry, then I suggest you eat now, because I won't be making anything else for a while," the answer came. Alyssa turned her gaze down, then shakily aimed her eyes back at Erik's.
Her voice threatened to break, but she managed to sound relatively calm. "Please let me go," she breathed. "Please. I'll do whatever, but please let me go. I'm sure my family can pay... Just... please."
Erik was mildly taken aback by her sudden change in attitude. "I'm sorry, mademoiselle. I can't let you go. Now, as I said before, if you're hungry..." He didn't need to say anymore. Alyssa bit her lip to try to bottle up her emotions.
She allowed herself to be led into the main room. Erik had set the table up neatly, and she sat down and began to eat with an obvious air of sadness.
He didn't seem bohered by anything I did yesterday, and pleading didn't so shit. Dammit, I'm running out of ideas.Okay, now I suppose I'll try just being silent. Alright, then. Let the games begin, Alyssa thought, her eyes having the barest hint of a smile in them even though her face looked depressed and defeated. She instantly cleared her face of all expression.
"Are you all right, mademoiselle?" Erik questioned softly after a while. He waited for a respose, and was surprised when he didn't get one. "Mademoiselle, are you okay?" he repeated, this time louder and clearer. There was still no reply, she he frowned for a second but shrugged it off.
She is a teenager, like she said, he decided, slightly amused. He ate with Alyssa in what soon became a rather uncomfortable silence, and before long Erik found it almost unbearable.
"Are you finished?" he asked Alyssa. She simply stared at him, her eyes begging him to do what she wanted. That look almost made Erik give in to her, but the thought of himself waiting in prison for the rest of his life (which he figured would happen if he let her go) was enough to steady his mind.
Shaking himself, Erik got up and collected their dishes. He carried them away, then came back to find Alyssa still sitting there, looking pitifully sad.
By now the silence had really done a number on Erik's mind. He was usually very accustomed to it, true, but having someone there, knowing there was another person in his home, and still hearing absolutely nothing was extremely maddening. Even when Christine had been there, when she'd fallen asleep, he'd played his organ softly so as to hear something.
Damn... this is so... I can't even describe it! It's driving me crazy! I need noise! Something! Anything! Erik looked around, searching for some way to break the deafening silence, and the first thing his gaze fell upon was his organ.
No, I can't... I just couldn't... Not the organ... No matter how many Erik repeated that to himself, he couldn't suppress his desire to play a thunderous melody. The silence meesed with his mind, until he was sure that he would go insane unless he heard some kind of noise right then.
Putting all distressful emotions aside, Erik strode over to his organ and sat down. He was unusually nervous about how everything would turn out, but once his fingers touched the ebony and ivory keys, all felt right.
After one deep breath, Erik started to play. He played any song that came to his mind, so the some sort of sound was constantly filling his ears, and so he didn't have to pause to grab some kind of sheet music. Alyssa sat on an armchair the whole time, alternately fiddling with her hair and staring sadly into space.
Hours later, Erik's hands were beginning to cramp up. They weren't used to playing so much after that long month without any music. Erik turned in his seat and saw Alyssa still sitting in the armchair, but now something about her was different. There were tiny crystal tears noiselessly streaming down her face.
"Mademoiselle," Erik whispered, rising from his seat and walking toward her. He extended his arm and gently caught a tear on the side of one finger. Alyssa pulled away, and he sighed.
"For lack of something better to do, I think I'll retire for the night. Will you be doing the same?" As expected, Alyssa said nothing, so Erik continued. "You are welcome, once again, to use my bed, mademoiselle. Good night."
Erik didn't not undress, since Alyssa was there, but he instead he simply laid down on the chaise lounge. He turned his back to Alyssa and pulled a small maroon blanket up to his shoulder.
Many thoughts were now simultaneously running through Alyssa's mind. She had already come up with a plan to try and escape again, then detals of which she had fine-tuned while listening to Erik's music, but she was a little hesitant to put it into play.
Do I really need to try it now? I can wait until tomorrow night if I need to. And I might come up with a different plan, anyway. Maybe another day of silence is all it'll take before Ghost-man cracks. Yeah, I can wait one more day for my freedom.
Stifling a yawn, Alyssa smoothed down her nightgown with one hand while pulling back the blankets with another. She had now been wearing the same thing for two days! Just the thought made her shudder.
Well, one of my schemes might work, and then the first thing I'll do is change these damn clothes. And even ifmy plansdon't work, he'll most likely lose patience and kill me. Not the best escape, but an escape just the same.
Those thoughts echoing in her mind (and some of them not so reassuring), Alyssa sat for a few minutes in darkness. She felt no small sense of happiness when the nothingness of a dreamless sleep claimed her.
OK... so your guys' reviewer Thanx are on my homepage as usual... Oh god I'm tired. Anyway, I think I'll go take a nap, but I hope you guys liked! Sorry I took so long to update... next time I'll kick my bro off and lock him out of the house specially for you guys, k? LOL sibling love... gotta love it. ...Pun sorta kinda intended...