I'm glad those of you all who read Capn' Jack's stories liked them. I know a few people gave her some SERIOUS bashing on them, but I yelled at them and backed her up because, like I said before, I love her stories. They keep my interest.
Oh, and I was reading my reviews over again last night and I just want to thank you all who have been reading my story and encouraging me to go on with it. Elsa especially. I was going to stop with this story, I lost my interest in it, but she told me not to give up. Really you guys, I do appreciate it. A lot.
There is Erik this chapter! Yay!
Alright, next chapter.
The next morning, Elsa and Nicole were walking around the opera house, chatting each other up about their beaus as they stared at the many paintings, statues, and architectural points in the grandeur of it all.
Erik was truly a genius. The beauty of the place was beyond immense, with its pink swirled marble floors and stairs to the golden clad figures of stone women, and to the most beautiful part of all, the ceiling of the auditorium itself. Painted with a scenery of a heavenly blue sky with cherubs with gleeful and adoring eyes adorning the edges of gold filigree, it was much like the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Erik was indeed a nineteenth century Michael Angelo.
Angelo should have been his last name, it would have suited nicely with the Angel of Music theme. He was an angel. He was her angel, Elsa's angel. She felt so relieved that some one finally knew about her and him. It was tormenting her for so long to be in a relationship so great, and yet she wasn't able to scream it out at the top of her lungs to the entire world and declare her love for him.
He could not do that either. The feeling was wrenching in their stomachs to be let out. Elsa was now relieved of it by confiding in one of her best friends about it; Erik, however, had no friends to tell, he had no friends to confide in and tell about this wonderful young woman that he had met nearly a year ago when she made a splash in his lake. Thank goodness they had invented bras by their time, or else that splash in the lake would have made a few things more visible on Nicole and Elsa considering the white shirts they had been wearing.
Last night he had been in the passageway that led right next to their room, listening intently through the walls as they gossiped about him and Raoul. Silly eavesdropping Phantom. A smile had crossed his lips as his ear was pressed to the wall, and the smile remained there for the rest of the night. Some one knew about them. He was happy for that. It gave some relief to him.
Now he was pacing the walkways in his lair, thinking intently while his feet made soft sounds as the dress shoes met the hard, cold stone. The footsteps, though gentle, sounded more like stomping to him with the silence in the catacombs. He was alone down here, and that is why he had become so silent and sneaky. If he hadn't have made himself do stealthy, he would have gone mad with the faintest noises that boomed off the walls of the underground home.
But now he was going insane for a different reason. He hadn't seen her all night, nor all day. He wanted her to be there so that he could hold her again, so that they could sing together again. Okay, so he wasn't going insane, but like Raoul, he was smitten, and becoming a wee bit obsessive.
Erik wanted to see her, but not being able to go up there and see her himself was horrible! Wait! That was it! He'd just go up there and see her! What was stopping him? Nothing! After all, it was his opera house; his own blood went into the papers of this place. He had worked feverishly over it for several years, fingers and palms sometimes coming to from drawing and scribbling plans so much.
No one could stop him from going up and walking about his own opera house, his own home! Besides, everyone with the exception of Nicole and Elsa were in rehearsals. The next play, Faust, had quite a large cast in it, so literally everyone was rehersing. There was no sword fighting in this one, so Nicole had sat out on this production, and Elsa, well, she wasn't much for acting even though everyone knew she was great. Danielle, however, was playing the lead, Magarita.
Erik gathered up his infamous cloak, placing it about his shoulders before remembering that it was indeed near summer and that it would certainly be hot in the opera house. Placing it on the back of a chair he started off, but hesitated and turned to the bouquet of roses sitting on his organ. He plucked one from the batch and started up to find his love.
Elsa and Nicole had run into Meg, who was obviously skipping practice. Bad Meg! She haughtily walked up to the girls, looking as if she was in an ill mood. Seeing Meg coming towards them, Elsa nudged Nicole, who was currently off in la la land while staring at a fountain, and whispered to her friend, "Uh oh, some one is having their time of the month…"
"You two, Nicole and Elsa. Hmph! Horrible names if I do say so myself! You two are absolutely horrid people! I would be ashamed if I were to call you humans! You are the ones that made Christine leave! You are the ones that took her only reason for staying here away from her! I know about your relationships with the Vicomte and the Phantom, and believe me, I will make sure that everyone knows by the time you two even have the chance to stop me! You made Christine go back to Perros-Guirec, and now she's never coming back because of you two! And you should be in the auditorium working with everyone else!" Meg finished her little rant and began to storm off.
Nicole was not too entirely happy about all of this though. She would not stand to be told off by a ballet rat, so she grabbed the Giry's arm, spun her around and took her by the collar of her dress, getting right in her face. "Pardon moi, Mademoiselle crotte de l'opera? Would you mind repeating that? Who in the hell do you think you are, coming up to us and telling us that you will tell everyone about our personal business? You think you are so beautiful, so perfect, and that one day you will rule the world or something, but listen here, turd of the opera, you would not last one day outside of the shelter of the opera house. You could not even step out the door with out being afraid. I am sick and tired of you talking down to us when we are like, what? Four years older than you? If you want to start trouble, you just go ahead and tell everyone about us and what we do. I could care less about what you tell them about Raoul and I, but when you start telling stuff about Erik and Elsa, that's when you've gone too far. That's when you've really pissed me off. They are happy together. Elsa is able to give him something that your 'best friend' Miss Daae never could. If you are going to try and ruin that, may you rot in hell for it soon enough."
She pushed Meg away, releasing the collar of the dress wrinkled and disheveled due to how tight her grip was. Elsa was staring at Nicole as she walked away, then to the trembling ballerina, and then back to Nicole. She had never seen Nicole lash out at some one like that. She knew that she was perfectly capable of it, but she had never seen her do it. After she got over the shock she ran to catch up with her friend.
"Thanks," Elsa said as soon as they were in an unoccupied hallway. "I don't know what I would do with out you. I think the things and keep the anger inside, while you seem to read my mind and actually express it, even if it is less calm than I would have done it."
"It's no problem, you know I'm always here to back you up," Nicole replied with a smile. "She ruined our fun though. I wont let her ruin you and Erik."
Eesh, was I a little too harsh to the Bouncey BoobedBlonde Bimbo? Nah, I don't think so. evil laughter Review please!