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urdlordofterror

A Meg/Erik Fic I'm working on...

Jan 29, 2005 17:27

I always heard a voice when I was smaller... a voice which had a tune that would never leave my head... yet, when Mother brought Christine to the Opera House, I never heard that voice again... until the time that the Opera House was destroyed ( Read more... )

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urdlordofterror January 29 2005, 14:45:51 UTC

I remained staring into his eyes, holding out his mask, when he finally grabbed it from me. He didn't say a word of thanks or anything, he just took the mask and put it on his face. The mob was getting closer... I heard the voices getting louder. The Phantom grabbed my arm again and started leading me away ( ... )

urdlordofterror January 29 2005, 16:29:06 UTC

I never thought that I would ever have the oppurtunity to be near the Phantom. I can't explain my feelings... they're so mixed. I'm frightened, yet at the same time... I don't know ( ... )

urdlordofterror January 30 2005, 14:27:19 UTC

Blackness... nothing but blackness surrounding me... yet a voice calls out to me ( ... )

urdlordofterror January 30 2005, 14:27:43 UTC

"I don't want to leave you..." I can't believe that those words came out of my mouth. Surely I was thinking them, but for them to actually come out! He looked at me and I swear I saw a small smile on his face. "You must return to your mother... we will see each other again. I promise." He then gave me a kiss on the forehead. My face turned bright red, blushing. I could feel the warmness all over my face. I smiled towards him and walked towards my mother, who was standing near Andre and Firmin in front of the burning Opera House. When I turned back to look at him again, I noticed that he was gone. No where to be found ( ... )

urdlordofterror February 3 2005, 19:22:11 UTC

He told me that we would meet again... I can hardly wait to see him, yet another part of me wants me to never see him again.

Chapter Four: Mother....

I walked home- it wasn't very cozy... probably because of how long ago it was since the house was lastly really used. I never knew how Mother got the house in the first place, of course, I never thought about it either. Yet, for whatever reason so many questions kept popping into my head. Ever since the performance of Il Muto... I haven't thought of as many questions...

urdlordofterror February 3 2005, 19:25:03 UTC

I went to my room and sat on the small cold bed that hasn't been used in over a year. I looked at the bare wall and started thinking.