A/N: I know it looks short. It's driving me crazy. Err... crazier that is ^-^. I swear it's more than 800 words though. Next will be longer I swear. I hope you enjoy anyways. Please Review! I love hearing from you. Please let me know what I can do to be a better writer. Thanks!
Chapter Four:
Haunted
"What?" Darcey exclaimed. He couldn't keep her here! She had a job. Well... Darcey Bois had a job. What if he gave her secret away? She would be vulnerable again. Though she wouldn't be on the streets anymore... No. She would still not be safe. She had heard the rumors.
"You will be staying here," he said, an irritating smirk spread on his face. She felt the urge to growl at him but stifled it. No way was she going to give him the satisfaction that would surely give him.
"No."
"Oh yes you will even if I have to tie you down." He reached for a rope and she backed away. "So what do you say? Stay of your own will or do I need to force you? You must be punished for entering my realm."
"Please, just let me go. I'm not worth the trouble. I'll never bother you or your world again. Just let me go," she pleaded. His eyes seemed to soften at her desperate tone but it must have been her imagination because his face turned hard, no kindness to be found.
"No. You brought this upon yourself. Don't try to escape. Follow one of my passageways and it is likely that you may never come out." He turned and walked over to the organ and sat down. Darcey thought he was going to ignore her and say no more when he spoke, not bothering to turn and face her. "You may use the swan room. There is clothing and everything you might need." He then proceeded to begin playing without further ado.
Darcey sighed in defeat. He was right. She probably wouldn't be able to get out on her own. She yawned. It was almost midnight and she had had a long day. Plus she hadn't caught up her health from being on the streets. She was just lucky she had been able to find a way off of them fairly quickly. She made her way to the room that she supposed was to be her own. The room was beautiful, the swan bed acting as a center piece and perfecting the room. She closed the door before taking off her vest. She debated a minute before taking off her shirt too. She was still covered and she didn't want to wear out her clothes. She laid them out before slipping between the covers of the most comfortable bed she could ever imagine. She fell asleep almost immediately to the sound of the Opera Ghost playing the organ.
He still couldn't believe it. Darcey was a girl. What had he been thinking to force her to stay here? Hadn't he learned with Christine? She had left immediately after she had returned from coming down to his lair with him. She had married Raoul whatever his name was. He sighed and stopped playing the organ. Everything was quiet. He wondered if Darcey had fallen asleep. She had gone into the room fifteen minutes ago and had shut the door behind her. He walked over to the door, yawning as he did. He would just glance in and check to make sure she was alright. He opened the door to find her tossing and turning, moaning as a nightmare took place. He rushed to the bed but he felt helpless as he didn't know what to do. He wanted to help her. He didn't know why but he did.
"No! Go away! Let go of me!" she screamed as she cried. He did the only thing he could think of. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms as she continued to cry. He rocked her, whispering words of comfort. He looked around the room, realizing the candles were still lit. Her tears turned to hiccups and he looked down to find her eyes locked on his blue ones. Hers were more blue than they had been earlier but still had their green color. He wiped the sweat from her brow and brushed her short hair away from her face. He noticed the freckles that dotted her nose and cheeks that he had previously not seen. She started to sit up but he pushed her back to lay in his arms. She wore only the bandages that he now realized were not for an injury, and the black trousers he had given her. He should have told her to wear the nightgown in the closet even though he could tell it would swamp her slight form. The time she had spent on the streets had obviously not been kind to her. Her eyes started to drift but before she fell back to sleep, he heard her whisper, "Thank you." He held her sleeping form for a few more minutes before he laid her down and tucked the blankets up over her.