anc3210, okay, okay. Here you go.
thegeyerguesthoouse, well she was going to find out sooner or later and let's be honest any sane woman would react like this.
RedDeathLvr indeed she did. Indeed I shall update.
Why, thank you for the review! Well, none of us are perfect and sometimes we always want what we can't have. Thanks.
Once again a little late, but this time of year is busy, busy, busy for me.
Erik moved cautiously over to the crying and shuddering girl who tore off his mask. Fury bubbled up inside him as he heard her mutterings of insults and horrors. She was terrified of him. Even she fled from his face when she couldn't see its true distortion. He clenched a fist angrily and grabbed her arm.
"You cannot deny me now! You were mine! You are mine! You play for me!" He yelled into her beautifully pale features as she pounded her puny fists against his cest, baring her teeth at him. His vice-grip loosened and she backed as far away as she could.
Face contorted in fear, her heart pounding in her ears she whimpered. There was no where she could go, even if she was blessed with sight, she doubted that she would be able to see the light out of this darkness. There was no way out, no escape from the monster who lured her here against her will.
If he had drugged her before, what if he did it again? What if he did it already whilst she was asleep?! It made her feel sick even just thinking about it, as her hands ran over her body, looking for some tell-tale sign.
Erik watched of course, reading her face - her squirming. Then his gaze softened. How could she possibly think that e would do such a thing? Surely she knew that he wasn't the sort of man to take advantage of her like that, whilst she was asleep? But she was so vulnerable...
But no, he restrained himself. He did, because what he felt for her, wat he feels for her is stronger than lust or a need for flesh and intimacy. A feeling so strong it cannot be contained. It comes uncontrolled and unwarned, need I even say what it is?
He began grinding his teeth at the knowledge that even after all of this time, after everything they had done she didn't understand this. Even after he gave her his heart she still didn't trust him. That woman, that demon, that fiend who strings men along! It rattled him to his very core.
Anger crossed him and he had to turn away from her shuddering and disgusted form to calm himself. Soon the heat that blazed his vision began to fade, all the anger and heat and fury lifted away. Inhaling, exhaling.
But he was too late to hear the petite and deadly silent foot steps that approached from behind. The masked terror was too slow to react and block the crushing force that shook his entire skull.
Something solid collided with the side of his head, mist clouded his vision. It stung for a few seconds, rattling his genius brain around his skull. Now his head felt heavy and knocked him off-balance, so he fell to the ground with a thump. All he could hear now was a slight, high pitch whining.
Unable to move, he stared straight ahead with a blurry vision. Staring right at the curtain that led out into the mysterious and intricate alleyways of the London slums. A figure moved ahead of him.
They were small, well-shaped and skinny too - it seemed familiar. Something dropped in front of him. It was jaggedly round, a greyish colour that gleamed and glistened on the top with something red. But he found that soon it was hard to keep his eyes open. In fact, he couldn't remember why he had them open in the first place.
That beautiful little figure disappeared behind the curtain and everything went black.
Lily sat, her sisters weary and worried head on her lap as her unseeing eyes stared into the fire ahead of her. Nadir sat silently, not sure what to say, how to feel or react. He'd never heard of such a thing in his life. But his friend was out there somewhere, unconscious perhaps even dead.
"What if I've killed him?" Cynthia asked, void of any emotion. Her usually bright blue eyes stared off into space dully into the flames that she couldn't see, but feel and hear crackling away. Erik told her how beautiful they were sometimes.
"He's tougher than you think Cynthia. You are not to blame here my dear." Said the Persian as he walked over, kneeling beside her and clasping her delicate hand in his. But she shot him a glare that stung his heart. It was so dark, like how a lioness would glare at her prey before an attack.
So he slowly withdrew his hands and her head turned back towards the fire that now was barely alive. It only occasionally crackled and popped. Lily teased her sisters auburn hair through her fingers, worried sick for not only her sisters fate but for the man whom she had admired for some time. He couldn't truly be so hideous, could he?
But it wasn't like her sister to over-react or be melodramatic about anything. That's when there came a knock to the door that made everyone's heart stop cold and dead. They hoped that who ever it was would go away. So they waited and waited.
Each second passed like an hour, then there was another knock. Nadir sprang up, Lily shook her head but was too late to interject. The Persian answered the door to a very concerned looking chorus member.
He vaguely remembered her. There was nothing particularly noticable, only sandy blonde hair that was too curly to be tied back so was cut short and dull brown eyes with no sparkle. Even her voice was average. But she had seen Erik pulling himself into the Opera house, blood pouring from his head.
They said that he had passed out in Nadirs office but all the chorus members were too scared to even dare edge near him. So the Persian threw on his coat and ran, without biding farewell to the sisters. He supposed that he should let them grieve, let them recover.
After all, Cynthia had had quite the shock and after that little stunt by Erik, the odds were back in his favor.
Oh dear Erik?
What has the nasty woman done to you?