IAR: My muse magically returned! Huzzah! Yes, yes. You are all so very thrilled, I'm sure. XP;;
And, here's something I wrote off the top of my head for an icon on Livejournal:
The Phantom of the Opera in 30 Seconds
Once upon a time, there was a man who fell for a pwetty girl. He thought it was twue wuv. Apparently it wasn't since she decided to buy hair gel for some fop instead of aloe lotion for the poor man's sun burnt face. He died alone. And un-aloed. Sob.
TEH END.
Teehee. n-n;;
Tink20: Hehe, poor Erik and his perverted ways. I just always pictured him doing that for some reason. I always thought it was actually rather romantic, but I'm a psychotic killer witch maid, so it's just my way. XD And here's your plushie! Since you didn't specify, I'll give you White-Ruffly Shirt Goodness.
Dove of Night: To tell you the truth, so would I. o0;; But it kind of just fits into Erik's personality, methinks. Nadir is awesome, though, so I couldn't let him fall in. Dene loves him, so I'm being a good best friend and keeping him from getting injured…for now. (maniacal laughter) Here is your plushie, Don Juan Mystery!
A Phantom Moon: You can have Leroux!Nadir. Because Kay!Nadir is Dene's. And there will be no humping of air allowed here, missy. This is a clean-ish phic, thank you. ;D And I don't know if Nadir wears a turban or an astrakhan cap. I haven't read the original in a while, and I haven't read Phantom. Ever. Maybe I will consider making a Nadir plushie variety pack. Thanks for the idea! And no other plushie for you!
Midnight Tango: Eee, thanks! (hands over zee plushie)
Satinzevi89: Thanks! (plusheh time!)
Enchanting Angel: Hehe, thanketh! And, NUH-UH, no other two plushies for you! (grabs them and leaves you with a Red Death Hotness)
Broken-Mask: I luv you. And, nooooes, you can't have all three. You can have Don Juan Mystery, then. :D
Twinkle22: Yay, thanks! (hands over a White-Ruffly Shirt Goodness plushie)
Whiterose55: I was wondering when someone would ask that. XP He's thirteen years older. Christine's seventeen, Erik's thirty. n-n (gives you a Don Juan Mystery)
forbiddenlight: OMGZHICOURTNEY! (WAVES)
Now, onto zee Chapter Six! (Which hasn't been corrected so give me a break. XD)
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It was truly amazing, the effect this girl he didn't even know was having on him. Suddenly, new desires had started a fire inside of him. Desires he only dreamt of while reading a romance novel.
Erik was pacing in his bedroom irritably. It was seven o'clock in the morning now, and Christine still hadn't woken. He wasn't surprised, really. Many people would have thought that little Giry's wails would surely awaken the dead. But he lived far below the theater, below the three cellars, so he had the comfort of a soundproof home. This allowed him to play his organ without interruption from any rehearsal or performance going on above.
He stopped in place for a moment and glared at the drapes over his four poster bed. In his mind, he kept replaying memories from just hours before. He had watched Christine come out of her bedroom- no, no! It wasn't her bedroom. She wasn't living there! –and travel down the hallway. His breath caught in his chest at the site of her in the nightgown that he had offered. He observed how gracefully and cautiously she walked, and how her hips swung very slightly as she did, as if trying to drive him mad…
Appalled at himself, Erik shook his head rapidly to clear his thoughts. Thinking of dreams that he had for ten years involving a seventeen year old girl would surely be the end of him. But it was hard to concentrate when he knew she was right next door to his own room. Maybe he could…? No. He couldn't take advantage of it. But, then again…
There was a two way mirror between the rooms, and in between was a small passageway he could stand in to keep watch over her. All he needed to do to reveal himself was light a torch that was mounted on the wall. He crept over to the hidden door and pulled the right book from the bookcase standing next to it. The door swung open and he slinked inside. He peered through the mirror and let out a small sigh as he saw her still sleeping. For a few minutes, he stared longingly at her form, thinking of what could be…
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I woke up in a cold sweat. I had that dream again. The dream with that man, Mr. Devereux. It seemed like such a short one, but when I woke, it was already three hours after I had first fallen asleep. Sitting up, I glanced down at the nightgown. It was clinging to me like a second skin. I couldn't help but giggle at how interesting it looked. But as I shifted a little to the side, I felt how uncomfortable it was making me.
Maybe he has other ones in the wardrobe? I asked myself. Probably not, since I don't think he has a wife or any female friends over often. I sighed and swung my legs over the side of the bed. At least I could move around a bit to dry myself a little.
Carefully and quietly, I crept over to the closet and opened the doors. One creaked and I tensed. Did anyone hear that? After a moment of silence I loosened up and began to look around inside. There was nothing in there but old, dusty coats and dress clothes. A bright white piece of material caught my eye and I kneeled down to see what it was. Surprisingly, it was the only thing that was clean. I pulled it out of its place and held it up to me. It was a large white ruffled shirt that went down a little past the middle of my thighs and the sleeves went well past the tips of my fingers.
Perfect! Quickly, I strode back over to the bed and was about to slip the nightgown off when I peered over my shoulder to see the door unlocked. I lowered my arms uncomfortably. Being in a place I barely knew made me feel a bit weird changing when it was likely that someone was awake. I tiptoed over and locked the door in all three places and ran back to the bed where the shirt was laying. Feeling much more safe, I lifted the nightgown over my head and let it drop to the floor.
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Erik's eyes widened as he saw Christine begin to pull the hem of her nightgown up. His face became a bright shade of red and he whirled around to face the secret door.
Come, now. You know you want to see…Taunted the voice. Erik jumped, startled.
Of course not! He snapped back in his mind. She's just a girl! I have no interest in her whatsoever!
You've never really seen a woman, have you? It cackled menacingly. The emphasis on 'seen' made a shiver go up and down his spine. It was true. He had had seen women, yes, but never really saw one.
Why don't you just shut up and find another man to taunt? Erik thought coolly. A chilling laughter echoed throughout his head.
Because, they have already experienced what I love to taunt you about. It chuckled. Erik's eyes widened, but before he could answer the voice, it had gone.
He turned around as soon as he thought she had had enough time to change, still debating with himself silently.
- - -
As I buttoned the shirt, I thought I could see a flash of light coming from the direction of the full length mirror that stood on the other side of the room. I hastened with the buttons and whipped around to see nothing but the cold darkness that had been there before.
How weird. I thought to myself, but shrugged it off and climbed back into bed. It wasn't long before sleep came and once again my mind was clouded with images of him.
- - -
She was- but, why was she-? Was that his-? Erik felt a wave of dizziness wash over him as he tumbled out of the passageway and clung to the bookcase for support.
She was wearing his favorite shirt to bed.
It was almost too much for him to handle after he had just barely met her.
Quickly, he staggered from the bookcase to the bed and sat down with his head in his hands. Why was he acting this way? What quality did this girl possess that made him so crazy?
Morphine. That's what he needed. Something to loosen him up. Alcohol wouldn't be strong enough. It had to be morphine.
His gaze went from the palms of his hands to his bedside table where a single drawer awaited him. So many times he had tried to give up his foul habit…But he just couldn't stay away.
That damned Daroga needs to try harder! Erik nearly choked out a sob.
He can go to hell. I need it now.
Hastily, he yanked the drawer out and threw it on the bed. The contents scattered and Erik's eyes looked over them hungrily. His hand found one needle and before he could think twice, it had plunged into his arm. Not a yelp escaped him; he was used to this sensation by now. Automatically, his eyes closed.
"Thank God." He moaned as the familiar feeling rushed throughout his body. Everything seemed to slow down and he fell back and lay limp on the bed, his eyelids fluttering. All he could keep muttering was 'Thank God'.
Everything in the room seemed to vibrate as a scream of fright filled the air, followed by the shattering of dishes. Very expensive dishes.
"S-sir! What are y-you doing to yourself?"
Erik moaned again in response.
"Pierre! PIERRE! COME QUICK! The master is hurt!" A maid screeched into the hall.
Footsteps by the dozen came echoing into the room. Erik remained still, hoping they'd all just go away.
"SIR! Oh, my God! Jonathan! FOR GOD'S SAKES! THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER! I don't give a damn about whatever is going through your head, just call a bloody ambulance!"
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Very…Very…Short…Chapter. I'm so very tempted to turn this into a M phic. But I dunno if that's appropriate for a twelve year old to write. xD (Yes, I'm twelve. You may all hang your mouths in shock now.)
Um. (cough) It seems I have a D in science class, so I probably won't update for an even longer time. ;;
BUT. ON THE PLUS SIDE. I TRIED OUT FOR A SOLO IN CHOIR THIS MORNING! (DANCE)
To my special reviewer Courtney, forbiddenlight (whom I know in real life as my friend Ashley's sister. Oh, and SHE'S IN WRITER'S CLUB WITH ME AND SUPPORTS MY PSYCHOTIC-NESS, yay! At least. I think she does.), I say OMGHIICAN'TBELIEVETYOUFOUNDME!
….Hehe. XD;;
Even though she doesn't know who the hell Erik is, she gets a plushie anyway!
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