A/N: Thanks for all the reviews everyone!
I'm sorry this update isn't as not as quickly done as I expected. It has proven to be difficult starting out with Erik's point of view in this chapter.
And now, for the story…
Chapter 28
(two days after Erik's threat on the ballet instructor)
Erik was in his den, using his tarot cards once again. No matter how many times he retold his future to himself, the death card repeatedly showed up.
He sighed and placed both hands on his sweating face. He leaned back in his wooden chair and replayed the meaning of the cards in his head. They spoke of changes, pain, and love. When he thought of the word 'love', he chuckled to himself. Not in a million years will I find that, Erik thought bitterly to himself. But the pain isn't much of a surprise to me.
Erik's thoughts were interrupted by the grandfather clock's chimes. He looked at the clock that was in the corner of the room, near the stairs. The time read eight o'clock in the evening.
He smoothly got to his feetand walked upstairs into his living room. To his left was the spare bedroom and straight ahead was a bookshelf. He picked up the candle next to the bookshelf and watched the massive piece of furniture slide to the side swiftly. Erik moved into the next room as the bookshelf was starting to close behind him. It led to another room full of mirrors that rotated automatically.
The temperature in the room started to increase and immediately, he searched for the loose floorboard and pressed the button that was inside. The heat in the room started to die down slowly. Erik moved his way through the maze of mirrors easily until he stopped in front of the only mirror that was not moving. He flipped a switch on top of the mirror and is slowly slid to the side, just like the bookshelf in the other room had done.
He then stepped into the his bedroom which contained a wooden coffin with black padding inside that adorned the far left of the room; in front of him was a king sized bed with crimson covers and black curtains hanging from the four tall bedposts. To his immediate left was a divan incased in pure red velvet. To the right was an armoire which held all his clothes and a few spare masks and behind him was the ten foot mirror that he had just entered through.
Erik lit two candles, quickly walked to the receptacle that held his clothes, and opened the mahogany doors. He pulled out a long black cape and draped it on his shoulders. Then he grabbed one of his black porcelain masks that covered his forehead to under his cheekbone. (A/N: Don Juan Mask .) Finally, with the flick of his cape, he left the room silently.
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In no more then an hour Erik was inside of the temporary ballet instructor's empty room. The room was poorly lit, which gave him the opportunity to hide in the shadows.
He waited until he heard voices on the other side of the door.
"Thank you, Miss Nina, for helping me with my pirouette," one of the teen ballet rats whispered.
"You're welcome, Alice," the instructor replied.
Nina closed her door and locked it with a click. She walked to her dresser and grabbed a brush.
Erik thought that now would be the perfect time to make his presence known.
It was when Nina was about to sit down on the chair next to her dresser mirror that Erik moved the chair from behind her, without moving from his spot. She toppled onto the floor with a small scream.
Erik smirked as gabbed onto the dresser for support as she stood up. "There are no such things as ghosts," she told herself out loud.
"I'm afraid not," Erik laughed.
"What do you want from me?" she asked him, her body shaking in fright.
"I don't want anything from you; I just want you to leave my Opera House at once." Erik replied with an edge to his voice. "I told you two days ago to leave, and you are still here. Why is that Mademoiselle?"
"I- I have been t-told to stay here until M-Madame Giry comes back," Nina stammered.
"I see." Erik thought for a while and decided that he wanted some answers that have been bothering him for a while. "Where is Madame Giry and when is she to be back? I do hope that she is here to fix what you have ruined in time for opening day," he jeered.
"I-I don't know where she went, but I know that she is coming back in two days," she replied.
"Hmm, I am finished here."
Erik reached into his pocket and pulled out a capsule that was filled with liquid. He broke it open and brought his cape up to his face. Billowing clouds of smoke filled the room.
Nina swayed on her feet, feeling her eyes grow heavy.
Before leaving the room, Erik stopped at the door. Without turning around, "Shakespeare must be rolling in his grave from your horrible work on his wonderful play," he spoke in a muffled voice form his cape.
Nina fell to the floor unconscious, almost instantly after Erik spoke.
Erik opened to door and without a sound; he made his way back to his home, below the cellars of the Opera House.
A/N: I would really write more, but I have a little brain fart. I'd rather post this now and have you read it rather then you waiting 4 more days for this. Plus it would probably be my luck that when I do try to post it, Fan Fic will deny it.
The tarot card meaning…
It doesn't mean that you will die soon. The death card means change. It doesn't mean that it will definitely be a bad change. It could be, but that all depends on the next card that is flipped over
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