A/N: Gonna spice it up a bit with this chapter and write it in third person. Woop
Big !edit! please read: So I accidentally released this chapter before I finished so I have to unpublish, finish, and then republish. SORRY!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
.(Third Person).
Erik stared down at the now limp blonde with his hand on his chin. He was having a very heated inner quarrel with himself at the moment. The masked man paced around the dancer while keeping at the inner conflict with him. He let out a low growl of frustration before stopping right in from of the unconscious girl.
'What do I do?' He sighed and squatted down. 'I cannot leave her here in this condition, Madame Giry will surely have my head for this...' Erik brushed some of her hair away from her face and neck, examining it for any damage he might of inflicted upon Layla. He already saw a purple rope-like bruise begin to form on her delicate neck. 'I could take her to my lair but, why would I help this annoying rat? I told her not to wander around at night or there will be punishment but the stubborn girl didn't listen.' He sighed and stood up, glancing around. The Phantom noticed her glove and sketchbook laid scattered on the stage. He sighed and gathered her belongings and then went back to Layla, carefully picking her up.
"I cannot believe I am taking mercy on this...annoying prancing girl." He muttered and headed to the nearest entrance of a passage way. Erik quickly went down the damp passage and ever-so-carefully, he turned a corner; he bumped Layla's head on the stony corner. "Merde! (Shit!)" He hissed and set the unconscious dancer on the floor. The Phantom searched thoroughly over her head for any serious injury; he only found a bump slowly beginning to form. "The trouble this girl is putting me through." He mumbled and picked up the dancer once more, making sure to keep her head stable and close to him this time.
Erik was soon greeted with the ever so familiar lake and gondola. He swiftly set the green eyed girl down into the small Italian boat along with her art supplies and glove and began heading down the murky water to his "home". His yellow- almost gold like- eyes wandered down to the blonde girl as he maneuvered the gondola through the narrow tunnel. He noticed the rope bruise on her neck darken a little, but he also noticed how peaceful she looked just laying there in an unconscious state. He simply shook his head and tore his gaze away; continuing down the murky waters.
Once the boat hit the rocky shore, Erik got Layla's things and set them down on the stone floor. The masked man carefully lifted up the unconscious dancer into his arms once more, making his way to the spare room he setup for his beloved Christine. He casually threw her things on the ground and went back to Layla. Once he reached her he easily hoisted her up again like she was a feather and went back to the neat room. Erik set her down on the velvet sheets of the swan bed and tugged a rope near by, causing a see-through black curtain slowly fall over the lady. The Phantom sighed and stalked away into his lair with a look of grimace plastered on the visible side of his face. Erik sat at his organ and begin adding on to his new opera he has been working on for quite some time. A silent sigh passed his pale lips.
'What shall I do when that rat awakens? She will probably cause a lot of trouble when she does." Erik shook his head and continued working on his opera.
YOU ARE READING
The Same (A PotO Phan-fic)
RandomLayla Barrett has successfully ran away from her tormenting father with the help of her trusty butler and stern, but loving mother. She arrives in Paris, France in hopes to start a new life at the Opera Populair. But her secret on why she hides her...