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Haunted Chapter TenChristine

I knew something was very wrong when Dr. Valerius canceled class that day.

He had never missed a single class. Not once in his thirty-plus years of teaching. He’d gained somewhat of a legendary reputation around the university for his dedication—he’d been known to come in with a fever, much to the administrators’ chagrin. But Dr. Valerius always said not showing up simply wasn’t an option.  He thrived on music. He came alive in the classroom, pacing and gesturing and positively bouncing on the balls of his feet during his lectures, always with his viola at the ready to illustrate his point if need bHaunted Chapter Ten by *Muirin007
Haunted Chapter NineNadir

The exterior of the house was suitably immaculate: perfectly trimmed beds of flowers lined the windowsills, the walkway leading to the front door appeared to have been recently scrubbed to an unnatural cleanliness, and even the old bricks did not betray a speck of muck.  The front door, too, had been freshly painted, or at least so ruthlessly cleaned that it remained a pristine sharp white, gleaming smartly in the midday sun.

I moved to ring the doorbell, but before my finger could even press the button, the door swung open. The woman standing behind it had pressed her mouth into a thin, terse streak.

"Come in, come in—none oHaunted Chapter Nine by *Muirin007
Haunted Chapter EightErik

I spent the next several days lying in wait in the old warehouse, in what appeared to be a long-abandoned basement.

Fitting.

Despite the familiar comfort of a cellar, I could not tolerate the gray. The room in which I was obliged to sojourn was gray---impersonal, industrial, mechanistic, hideous gray, from the endless maze of pipes that wove across the low ceiling to the crumbling stones set into the wall to the stained concrete floor. Geometrics, stark, uninspired geometrics; not a flourish of art, not a hint beauty. All was gray—the loose hospital garments, the low, rumbling sky, the shadows of the mask—gray, gray, grayHaunted Chapter Eight by *Muirin007
Haunted Chapter Seven  Nadir

No one died.

They were bruised and bloodied, all, particularly the doctor who had been on the receiving end of his wrath, the one who had dared to try to touch the mask. He was sprawled inelegantly on the floor, his throat purple and inflamed from where it had been nearly crushed beneath skeletal fingers. He was silent but alive. They were all alive.
Perhaps that was attributable to his wasted condition. Or perhaps it was simply a miracle—that seemed more likely. He had never let little matters like health stand in the way of his bloodlust. It was a miracle.

I had telephoned the emergency personnel after I was sure he had Haunted Chapter Seven by *Muirin007
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The Holiday
The Holiday: Chapter Eleven“…I do not understand.”

Christine furrowed her brows and cocked her head to the side.

“What do you not understand?” she asked.

I stared down at the flat parcel she had placed in my lap. It felt foreign sitting there, like some strange animal that both baffled and astounded me. It was not particularly heavy, yet it seemed far too…solid.

“What is the purpose of this?”

“There is no purpose,” she laughed, “other than it is Christmas and I love you.”

Those words were blessed, yet I still found a wall between them and common sense. Christine assured me that one day they would rThe Holiday: Chapter Eleven by *Muirin007
The Holiday: Chapter Ten“Phannum?”

I clenched my teeth in frustration and withdrew my attention from the composition in front of me with great difficulty.

“I am busy,” I said coldly. The boy in the doorway shuffled his feet nervously and fingered the large scarf that draped over his neck.

“I-I know.”

“I do not believe that you do, for if you did, you would not pester me so.” The pen resumed scribbling notes onto the staff, a lovely melody unfurling in my head and spilling out onto the parchment.  It was a gift for her, inspired by her, and named for her. A Christmas gift, I suppose one would say. I wanted her music to The Holiday: Chapter Ten by *Muirin007
The Holiday: Chapter Nine    Despite the distant throb in my bones, I found that I still held a reverent respect for the cold. It cleared one’s mind, no questions asked. It simply went about its business in the bluntly beautiful way that winter weather does. It was hard work, but the end results were spectacular, for who among men can say that he does not covet freshly fallen snow?

     No, it did not benefit my health in any way. Yes, anyone with a shred of common sense would have remained indoors, especially during a blizzard such as the one that was angrily swirling about the small village. I rather enjoyed sittinThe Holiday: Chapter Nine by *Muirin007
The Holiday: Chapter Eight “Do you have the time?”

I blinked. Her soft inquiry nearly jerked me out of my stupor, though I still could not tear my eyes away from where she sat on the bed.

The only bed.

The bed that, in a few short hours, I would be frozen upon like a mummified corpse as I lay beside her in the darkness, a beast next to a beauty.

It sickened me. Truly, it did. Oh, not the prospect of being near Christine. That was such a heavenly thought that I scarcely believed it could happen.

But when two people shared a bed, there were rather awkward implications that the aforementioned people should commence cuddling and then begin to…

&The Holiday: Chapter Eight by *Muirin007
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The End "You came back."

His voice hardly sounded like his own. It was feeble, tremulous…

…fading.

"I came back."

My own voice trembled, and I let the tears fall freely. He said nothing, and his eyes glistened as he simply stared. Silence hung in the air, draped with endless emotion, heavy and stifling and steeped in sorrow so powerful that I could not help but sob anew.

He let out a soft sigh, pained and mournful and tinged with wonder, and from his lips fell, scarcely more than a whisper,

"You came back."

I drew my fist up to my mouth, shaking my head furiously and choking back more sobs, my shoulders shaking with the efforThe End by *Muirin007
DeathNever had I seen such destruction. I have played witness to the brutal torture carried out in the prisons back in Persia and have, indeed, experienced said torture myself, but never…

It was as if his house had imploded upon itself. Chairs were scattered upon the floor, lethal-looking slivers of wood jutting out from the legs that had been snapped in half. His fine loveseats had been shredded, bits of stuffing seeping out sheepishly from between tattered burgundy upholstery. Beneath a graveyard of empty and broken wine bottles, the carpets were littered with ominous red stains. The same red liquid had dried to a brown upon the walls, anDeath by *Muirin007
Apollo's Lyre I could positively taste the sense of urgency in the air, the frantic pulse that beat around us as we stood on the top of the world. Our fingers were desperately interlaced, palms sweating in the frigid air. Paranoia tugged at my eyes and pulled them side to side, an endless beat that gathered bile in my throat.

“Dead!” Raoul cried, his brows furrowed with worry, “I can’t believe it, Buquet actually died! On the stage, no less! In front of an entire audience! Oh, my God…”

“Everyone is saying it was suicide. An accident,” I muttered half-heartedly. Raoul shook his head in disbelief, causing strands Apollo's Lyre by *Muirin007
Q and A1. What’s an awesome acronym of your name? Every Rat Is Kind (Don't look at me that way...I'm unreasonably exhausted this evening.)
2. Do you feel taller or shorter than you really are? I'm rather tall to begin with, actually.
3. Do you act younger or older than you really are? Oh, most certainly both. The majority of the time, I behave like a cantankerous old codger, but I can certainly throw tantrums worthy of a furious child.
4. What do you think your best physical trait on your face is? Ha!
5. What do you think other people think of you? "I do not want that funereal creature coming near me again!" And  that, my friend, is a quotQ and A by *Muirin007
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EyesWhen he looks at me …God…when he looks at me, I cannot think.

He is mesmerizing, terrible and powerful, yet infinitely gentle and adoring. It is as if I am a butterfly cupped between his lithe hands, and he will not move for fear of ripping my wings. Astounding, really, how hypnotizing that gaze can be…

It must be his eyes. I’ve never seen such eyes. They are at times a smoldering gold, shooting flames from their depths to pierce the soul. At other times they are the softest yellow: a sunrise, perhaps, reflected upon a lake and rippling in the morning breeze. What astounds me the most is the infinite sadness held withiEyes by *Muirin007
Breathe AgainI remember it was cold that night. I had taken care to wear a woolen cloak even when inside. The cellars were typically frigid, but the icy temperature very rarely caused my teeth to chatter. Perhaps I was used to it.

 Life and I have never been on the best of terms, you see. I find that, were it not for the saving grace that I shall discuss later on, I would rejoice in death. It may seem unfathomable but on that day, several years ago, I was actually worse off than I am now. And that is saying something.

I was dead in most senses of the word. My heart was beating, of course, but seemed to be so black and shriveled that it hardly matteredBreathe Again by *Muirin007
Break AwayMy throat closed up at the sight of the old house. It looked exactly as it had so many years ago, save for several spidery cracks on the gray exterior, new, perfectly manicured flowers and shrubs that lined the pristine walkway, and chips in the paint. It was a lovely home, sturdy and well-built, the picture of flawless living.

It was a ridiculous lie.

A very large part of me screamed in protest at my choice. Indeed, I could hardly believe that I was standing here, a prisoner to my past once again.

Antoinette Giry had accosted me earlier in the week with “urgent news.” I’d reluctantly met with her in her office. She’Break Away by *Muirin007
Food“It’s so cold in here,” I complained, running my hands up and down my arms, “Why on earth do you keep it so cold?”

Erik shrugged elegantly from where he sat across from me, “It has always been rather cold down here. I have grown used to it, I suppose. Forgive me. Christine, I give little thought to the comfort of my guests because I never have company, you see. Do not go anywhere. I shall fetch you blankets.”

He rose in one fluid movement and gracefully loped out of the room, bent on his task. I blew a curl out of my eyes and drew my knees up to my chest.

I wondered if I had made a mistake in suggestinFood by *Muirin007
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~Semi-Crazy Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist
Your gallery is the type of gallery that I hope I'll find when I am just wandering through pictures. You have such fabulous pictures, with brilliant facial expressions and gorgeous clothing and hilariously wonderful and long comments that read like a comedic novel. I love it!
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I love all your drawings! Please, keep creating!!!!!!
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~Morriganavalon Jan 16, 2013
I'm a huge fan of your work and it was partly the responsible for me starting to write my own p.o.t.o fanfiction. I would very much like to have your insight and some help with Erik's past in Persia. If you could check it out I would be imensly greatful. hope to see mor of your work soon.
Here's the link for my page.
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~Red-Rose-12 Nov 20, 2012
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An extremely interesting gallery!
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~Running-Blue Aug 26, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Goodness, your style is amazing! No, disregard that, EVERYTHING is amazing! Why am I not watching you yet? I swear, I've seen your POTO art before and it got me loving it all over again :heart: I love your penchant for traditional art as well ;) and your insane anatomy skills whenever you draw Erik. :thumbsup:
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I really like how you draw emaciation. Gaunt men are one of my favorite things to draw.
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