![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
Chapter 1 and 2 of "Black Roses dont always mean death"
With a title like “Black Roses Don't Always Mean Death” I was well and truly fascinated!
Taken from this monstrosity
I do not own Phantom of the Opera sadly...Thank the lord!!!
Today was a day just like any other well for me anyways. (Dont you hate it when people say ANYWAYS. Unless its an amazingly intelligent way of showing us we are in the modern day time frame rather than the past? Nah, I think shes just a dumbass.)It's 3:00pm on a Friday and I just got out of school. I look around at all of the kids laughing and talking with friends and some calling their parents to ask for rides and permission to go out on the weekend. I don't do either of these anymore. My parents died in a car accident last fall, it was just after my eighteenth birthday... and it put a real downer on my planned night of drunken debauchery, I can tell you. lucky me. I inherited everything including a small but comfortable house in the enchanted forest outside of town which I share with a green Ogre called Shrek. As for friends I have only ever had one true friend Raoul de Changy, (do people in the modern day have DE in between first and last names anymore?) but he moved away right before my parents died his father got an offer from the company he worked for that he could not refuse. He found a dead horse in his bed. There's nothing wrong with me, I could make friends if I tired (if you TIRED? TRIED! TRIED!), but ever since the death of my parents I couldn't look at other people without feeling jealous of their families and how happy they were. I sigh and walk to my little blue Toyota under the tree. I get in and start towards my home.
About half an hour of watching the houses get further and further away (WTF? When you drive houses get nearer and nearer. Is she driving BACKWARDS? Or driving forwards while looking out the rear window? THATS DANGEROUS, WOMAN!) I pull into my driveway and stop the car. I open the door and walk over to the mailbox on the side of the house. There's a couple of bills and a magazine or two nothing of interest. I dig around in my pockets for my keys, just as I am about to turn the door knob the feeling is back. You know that feeling you get when someone is watching you? Well I have it all the time. (It's called paranoia, sweetie) And I mean all the time everyday, everywhere I go I feel as if someone or something is watching and waiting. I scan the tree line and see nothing, suppressing a shudder I turn the knob and go inside. I set the mail on the table and turn on the stove to make tea. I pull my ipod from my backpack, put on my headphones and press play. (dont you think this “writer” spends an awful lot of time describing in great detail every mundane detail of the day that has nothing to do with the plot? Well, two can play at that game...) I then found the battery was dead so I went to the car, put the keys in the ignition and drove all the way to the nearby town, watching my house get further and further away and I nearly hit a car doing that, he screamed “you dumb bitch!” but that happens to me a lot anyway so I dont really mind, anyways where was I oh yes I went to the shop and bought some batteries but I ddint have enough money so I went to the nearby red light district and made a few dollars by pretending to be some guys grandmother called Iris and after that I could buy the batteries so I drove home watching the red light district get smaller and smaller in the distance and I hit a tree because I should have been looking out the front really but never mind, anwyays after that I walked home backwards and hit my front door and dropped my keys and when I got inside I put the batteries in and then my ipod said I had an error with my digital rights management so I went online and loaded up internet explorer and went to itunes.com to download the firmware or whatever that is but it said I didnt have enough space so I repartitioned my external hard drive to get an extra 3gb of space and downloaded the drivers and installed it on my ipod but then I realised that I had formatted the drive with my mp3s on so I had nothing to listen to except the free mp3 that came on the ipod so I had no choice but to listen to The sweet sound of "Dark Waltz" sung by Hayley Westenra sounds in my ears. I sing alone belting the cat out the high notes as I dance around the kitchen.
We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the color runs together
I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever
I continue my trip around the kitchen preforming (PREforming?) what I remember from ballet. I soon move on going into the living room.
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
Time dances whirling past
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven
Sacred geometry
Where movement is poetry
Visions of you and me forever
Copying and pasting extensive sections of lyrics doesn't count as real writing, you know.
Careful not to trip or hit any furniture I pretend to waltz with an invisible man all the while my singing echoes through the empty house.
The Invisible Man sounded like Claude Rains to me, and he kept saying “Why are we dancing? Were wasting time! I have the POWERRR to RULE! To make nations GROVEL AT MY FEET! Even the moon is frightened of me. Frightened to death! The whole world is frightened to death!” but I didnt know what he was talking about because I dont watch movies that are older than 1997.
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Let the dark waltz begin
Oh let me wheel - let me spin
Let it take me again
Turning me into the light
I let out the final note letting it ring throughout the hall. Sighing I turn around and head back into the kitchen to get my tea when I see something black move out of the corner of my eye. It may have been my pupil. I whirl around still panting from singing and dancing, to see absolutely nothing. I should have known, I was being foolish of course there's no one there I live alone and have no one that would ever visit, not when I spend my days singing Hayley Westernra.. Still I can't dismiss that feeling, it's comforting (feeling there is someone watching you is comforting?) but creepy I am not sure what to think of it. I go back into the kitchen and was about to grab my tea when I realize that I didn't lock the door when I came in because I walked in backwards . Oh well, it's not as if I need to, I snort as I'm turning into a pig and I make my way to the back door. I reach out and lock the door with a resounding 'click', close my eyes and spin around on my heel and right into a solid object. An object that I don't recognize and has according to my hearing a heartbeat. (WHAT?? Does she have superhuman hearing?) My eyes open wide as I see a figure dressed in all black with a white mask covering the right side of his face. (Oh great, another Gerik story, perchance?) I let out a scream that could rival screech owls Hayley Westernra and bolted to the kitchen. I made it about ten feet before strong fricking long arms caught me around me waist (is she a cockney? “Ee cort me rand me waist, ee did!”) dragging me back and a white cloth with some nasty smelling liquid was pushed over my mouth and nose. “Sorry, I have a cold and this handkerchief is used,” he said. I looked up and saw black eyes gazing down at mewith victory, pity, determination and... guilt mixed with another emotion I couldn't quite place. Well at least I think they're black they're so dark everything is getting dark. I swayed back and forth slowly before my world went as dark as the man's eyes.
Read and review please let me know what you think. Advice and tips welcome!!! Give it up before its too late?
Chapter Two !
I sat up with a jolt, breathing coming in short painful gasps. My head spinning I bit back a sob as I looked around the room. It was perfect. The walls were a deep midnight blue and white lace curtains veiling a large window with a window seat. Posters of my favorite movies adorned the walls along with a rack of CDs all of which I owned or had wanted. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized how much this man knew about me. Man?... Oh! All of my memories flooded back at once like a river bursting through a dam. I have to get out of here! I wrenched the covers off of me and moved to stand up. I made it a couple of steps before something gave a sharp tug around my waist and I plummeted to the plush carpeted floor my breath knocked out of my lungs.
Once I had caught my breath, my hand went instinctively to my waist the source of my demise. My fingers wound around a rope of fine blue silk. Aparently I cant spell and the room had come complete with luxurious restraints. Oh no! I've been kidnapped by a S&M freak! Great, just great I thought as I slunk back onto the bed. I buried my head into the soft pillows and screamed. I put my all into that scream. Maybe I should have tried it not into a pillow as it would have been louder and more effective. I screamed for my parents, my pain, my sorrow, my fear and most of all I would never hear Hayley Westernra in concert again for my life. Finally after emptying my bowels and bladder lungs, silence engulfed the oom. (The oom?)I panted , slowly turning into a dog, tears running down my big floppy spaniels ears face trying to gain composure. I felt my muscles begin to relax, only to tense immediately from the sound of five three staccato knocks upon the door. Shave and a haircut – TWO BITS! I held my breath as I heard the jingle of keys, a lock snap open and watched as the doorknob slowly turned.
In stepped my captor. He looked about twenty-five, medium build, strong but not bulky. He wore black leather underwear , dressshoes,what looked to be tailored black slacks and a white poets shirt with the first couple of buttons undone reavealing a pale chiseled chest. He still wore the gimp white mask, it contrasted greatly with his apparel and his raven hair. After looking him up and down I looked into his eyes. I found myself paralyzed by the amber orbs, they seemed to bore into my being. (Well, its certainly starting to bore me) Searching for what I did not know. I let out a slow shaky breath and waited. He stood in the doorway his mouth opening and closing as her struggled to speak. (Oh, Erik is a woman now? The correct wording should be SHE struggled. Oh wait, I think she means he. Dont you proof read?) After what seemed like an eternity his mouth snapped shut only to open again this time forming words.
" I apologize for last night and the rope," He smiled sheepishly gesturing to the blue silk with his chin. "But I had to be sure you wouldn't run off."
" I do hope the room is to your liking. I designed it myself," he sighed as he walked slowly into the room closing the door behind him. Wait, let me get this straight. this guy kidnaps me and the first thing he does is apologize and ask my opinion of the room?! (Yeah, I know, isnt the writing awful!) I was snapped out of my trance when I saw he was moving closer. I stumbled on the bed, my limbs flailing, trying to get as far away as the rope allowed. He grimaced at my attempts and sat down on the edge of the bed making a visible effort not to frighten me. After an uncomfortable silence I spoke my voice faltering, " Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here? What have you done with... My I... Ipod...," I bit my lip to hold back the tears.
"Oh! How rude of me!," he exclaimed. " My name is Erik, you're in my home and as for the last question...all in due time, my dear. I'm just in the process of copying some better mp3s to it. Hayley Westernra, indeed!" He smiled a grim smile awaiting my reply.
"When are you going to let me go," I inquired tears filling up my eyes threatening to overflow.
"Never, Myahahahahaha!" he replied without hesitation his eyes burning with determination. That's when I lost it. I couldn't hold it back anymore. Sobs racked my small form and I wrapped my arms around myself trying to hold on to my escaping breasts. I shuddered as I felt two arms snake around my waist pulling me into an embrace. I don't know why I let him. Maybe it was because I was emotionally and physically exhausted. Either way I didn't care that this man had kidnapped me, at this point any comfort was welcome even coming from him. I flung my arms around him and cried into his chest. He pulled me close until his mouth was next to my ear. I could hear him whispering words of reassurance in a feeble attempt to sooth me. I made out the words, "No harm will come to you."
Soon my sobs faded to sniffles as I pulled away to meet his eyes. They were so remorseful and I thought a saw a glimmer of a tear. He blinked it away before I could have a closer look. "If you aren't going to hurt me then why am I here? I have no relatives to give you money. It's not that I am not grateful for you peaceful intentions, but I still don't understand why.," I choked on the last word my voice breaking, damned puberty!
"Christine," his voice sounded like a gentle carebearss. Like soft velvet in that little boys smile. Blaaack Velvet.... running across my skin.
" I could never do anything that would cause you pain. Apart from when you fell off the bed earlier due to my restraints but you shouldnt have been trying to walk backwards. What the hells wrong with you??? I cannot reveal my reason for you're being here, but in time all will become clear.," (ooh we have so much of this story with no punctuation and now we have a period AND a comma! Woohoo!) He spoke quietly, but with conviction.
" Now," he said a new cheer in his tone. "If I untie you do you promise not to run?" I sniffed and nodded slightly. His hands reached behind him and reappeared with a large knife. I swallowed hard and pedaled back on my scooter until my back hit the headboard (this girl has REALLY got to stop going backwards, it causes so many accidents) . His smile soon became a frown, his mask moving down with the corners of his mouth.
"Christine, I told you I would never hurt you. Please trust me.," his amber eyes soft and pleading. Hmmm... says the man that drugged me and took me from my home for no apparent reason. (Why, its almost like the author is pointing out flaws in her own characters dialogue! That saves me a job!) Though he did comfort me and this room is quite flattering. What choice do I have? (Scream for your life and try to escape?) I scooted closer to him and shut my eyes as he reached for me. A short tug later, I let out a breath as the corset pressure around my waist disappeared. I opened my eyes to see that the knife was hidden again and Erik was standing offering me his hand. He grinned as I put my hand in his and he began to lead me to the door.