Past The Point Of No Return [Angel Eros & Marguerite]
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				Title: <strong>Past The Point Of No Return [Angel Eros &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 00:26:33</strong>
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				Mia Angela Krux (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Bridal-Corset-Vollers.jpg) huffed for the hundredth time tonight. She huffed over the lack of sleep. Huffed and puffed over how her finals were pushing her to the breaking point. Even huffed over the thought of how much food she consumed to keep herself awake through her studying. She swore the convenience store clerk had a look of fright when she dumped a slew of junk food onto the counter which totaled a good fifty dollars. Fifty dollars spent on food to make sure she did not crash and burn for the studying and the finals which were coming up in one more day. While some of the students were trying to drink their sorrows at the thought of finals tonight, she was here in the library pushing herself to study for another hour.<br><br><em>Come to me, my angel of music...come...</em><br><br>Her ears perked at the sound of the voice, her attention moving from the psychology textbook laid out in front of her to who was speaking those words. If she did not know it any better someone was watching or listening to Phantom of the Opera in the library. Checking her watch, it was close to midnight and far too late for music or video to be played unless it was the librarian trying to entertain herself. Glancing around, Mia noticed she was the only one save for the janitor in this area. Since the janitor was an elderly man with no attached music buds to his ears then it had to be the librarian.<br><br>"Hopefully she enjoys past the point of no return," she muttered beneath her breath as she removed her glasses to rub at her eyes. Working for her bachelor's degree in couple's therapist was wearing her out. She could not remember the last time she sat back and chatted with her friends nor talked on the phone with her family. Both her parents were living the gypsy life after sending off their only child to college and wanted to get in as much traveling in Europe as possible in a minivan packed with most of their belongings. Even if she tried to call her father it would be next to impossible with his adverse to taking calls while enjoying the sights in Europe. She usually awaited their calls on her cell phone and most of the time it was short voice mails to combat the rate of international phone calls.<br><br><em>Come to me...Mia...come...</em><br><br>Alright, now that she knew was not in the soundtrack of Phantom of the Opera. She was pretty sure no actor in the movie soundtrack would slip up and call out her name. A name which was even close to Christine weirded her out. Another glance around showed the janitor was several stacks away from her and the librarian was nowhere in sight. Sighing, she stood up from her seat, satisfied to hear a few bones pop and muscles stretch out and headed off to check out who was calling her. Maybe it was one of her friends trying to scare the hell out of her to keep her awake longer. If it was one of her friends she was going to hug after punching them in the arm for trying to give her a heart attack.<br><br>"Leena, stop trying to scare me. I am sorry for not going to the party today," she whispered, her eyes trying to find where her friend was hiding. For her friend to get her attention, Leena had to be close by. Hearing the whisper again, she frowned at the location of where her good friend might be. If her assumptions were correct then the voice was coming not two bookshelves away, the farthest distance a person could whisper in the dead of night at a library but five bookshelves further. Seven bookshelves away for her friend Leena to whisper and have those words reach Mia's ears was impossible. Maybe her friend was getting better at whispering though from the last time Leena whispered during social psychology and gotten the two of them into trouble, Mia was not betting on it.<br><br>She called out to Leena to unveil herself but when no snorting of laughter or Leena voice came, she frowned in confusion. If Leena was not calling to her then who was? The thought of some sort of pervert or rapist came to mind and it made Mia aware of the nearest escape routes. If the pervert or rapist tried to grab her she had a few seconds to scream for help before the attacker tried to to knock her out. Inching away from the bookshelf, she stopped when the voice called out to her again, this time more forcefully. "Aww, hell," she muttered beneath her breath as she ran back to the table to grab her book bag and textbooks. Slinging the strap of her book bag over herself, she held onto her textbooks until her knuckles turned white but she was not about to drop a book and give an attacker the chance to assault her. In fact, she could use one of the books to fling at his head or bash him in the neck or groin, the points she was told might stop an assailant in his tracks.<br><br>Mia kept herself to going around each table to give her space from the bookshelves and the mysterious male in the library with her. If the mystery psycho killer might run out of the lanes he would have go jump over the tables and a few of the chairs to get to her. When that happen, she could beat feet and throw her books at him. Good plan, she told herself as she made her way through the rows of tables and chairs, her eyes glancing everywhere for signs of the intruder. Making it to the fifth lane of where she assumed the assailant might be, she went a bit brave and threw a paper ball down the lane where she guessed the guy's head must be. "I know you are there," she called out, palming her cell phone. She threatened to call the police and held her Samsung Impression phone in front of her. No sound came from the lane and she punched in the number nine.<br><br>Really, Mia had no clue what made her do it. Could be the adrenaline rush she received from being able to take control of this unnerving situation. Might have been the surge of caffeine and sugar in her system. That she would later blame for her foolishness as Mia entered into the section where a few shelves contained romantic fiction novels. The library wanted to spruce itself up and bring more students to stick around in the place by adding several more genres to its shelves. Romance, sci-fi, fantasy, non-fiction, comics, the list went on the non-college textbooks housed in the building. Other than the books there was no one else in the area. Strange but then the pervert moved areas when she figured out his game plan.<br><br>Satisfied she might have averted the danger of being raped or murdered, Mia let her guard down a bit. "Maybe I should head home now," she said aloud as she turned to head out of the place. The nudge of something at her foot stopped her progress, bringing her attention to see the item in question. A book. Not unusual given where she was. Thinking the would be murderer bumped against the shelf and knocked the book out, she bent to return it to its rightful place. Upon turning the book to see the title of the book to see if it might interest her, it opened with a crack of thunder. "What the?," she started but never finished what she wanted to say as she was soon sucked into the pages of the book. With another crack, the book fell once more to the ground showing its cover. <br><br>Phantom of the Opera<br><br>"Ahhh fuck!," she cried out as she broke her fall on a bed of lush pillows. Face smashed into one of the pillows, she coughed and groaned before she pushed herself into a upright position. Mia had no idea what just happened but all she remembered was being thrust through some sort of door and into a black hole. The only question was where the hell she was and if she could get a ride back home. Oh how unaware she was of where and when exactly she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Past The Point Of No Return [Angel Eros &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 01:19:18</strong>
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				It was a constant struggle for perfection; an endless cycle of musical notes, rhyme and rhythm. Each and every day the sound from above came through the floorboards; song and orchestra all of which were performed by sub-par artists. It seemed to taunt him as he lingered in his sanctuary, forever reminding him how unappreciated his genius remained, while others childish recitals were heard and admired in such a foolish way...<br><br>Let them cheer and clap and marvel at what they see as artistic expression; he knew better, he knew the music as no other did. Years upon years of writing and rewriting notes and lyrics, years upon years of being forced to listen and accept such idle fancies of those who called themselves ‘musicians’ and ‘artists’... The time would come when he would find his chance to show the buffoons that true music was, and it was with a small smile that he pondered that day.<br><br>“My angel...” He chanted under his breath, tilting his head upward to gaze upward at the somewhat dank ceiling, the flickering glow of candlelight casting monstrous shadows about the room to mirror his equally monstrous visage, a gloved hand lifting to rest against the mask that obscured his imperfection. “You will come to me.” He added with a second small smile, returning his gaze back to the pages upon pages of musical scores he was never truly happy with.<br><br>He must be well prepared for that fine day; for the day when the audience would witness the Phantom’s full splendour...<br><br>The steady ticking of a clock upon the wall was all that met Mia’s cry of surprise for several moments after her initial landing. The bed on which she now rested being soft and luxurious beneath her figure, even if she landed upon with a lack of grace. Occasionally the bustle and bustle of a busy street would drift in from two large windows on the wall opposite the bed; the tapping of feet against hard ground and the quiet rumble of conversation interrupting the otherwise silence of the room.<br><br>For a short moment nothing would happen; stillness stretch out as Mia doubtlessly looked around at her surroundings (http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ppBgQnqJZUM/SoTtjkHgFOI/AAAAAAAAB94/dTt7mn5S1cg/DSCN5175.JPG) in an attempt to gain some idea of where she was. There would be no doubt that she was in a place of luxury and class, certainly nothing like the library, indeed the entire city where she had been mere moments before... <br><br>Perhaps the decoration of the room would give her some idea of time and place, perhaps not, regardless her time to gather herself and look around was soon interrupted by a small knock on the door, a voice filtering through the wooden surface, sounding as though it belonged to an old gentleman. <br><br>“Madame Crux, are you quite alright? A shout was heard from your room; is something the matter?”<br><br>How did this man know her name? Crux was surely not a common one, and soon a second knock came to the door, the man’s voice speaking again with an undertone of concern. “Madame...?” The additional call was accompanied by the soft jingling of keys and shortly after a second voice, this one female spoke, seeming to be addressing the old male.<br><br>“Is she alright? There’s not much time before the auditions are scheduled to begin; she cannot be late.” Without waiting for a reply, the woman’s voice came again, along with a sharper knock on the door. “Mia!? Come along, you don’t have much time... Are you at very least ready?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Past The Point Of No Return [Angel Eros &amp; Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:37:48</strong>
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				Mia glanced about the room and wondered if she was having herself a stress dream or was kidnapped for some nefarious item. All she remembered about the last few moments was a dark cloak thrown over her, being bounced around and plopping onto this bed. A bed which was not her queen sized one but a very lumpy and uncomfortable bed. In fact, it felt as if no one had truly broken in the box springs for it felt as stiff and thick against her bottom. Whoever slept on this bed obviously did not know the great comforts of a temper pedic bed. She wished she could sleep on this bed but unfortunately, wherever she was, this was the best place to be. In fact, she should be screaming her throat out but for some reason her eyes were bothering her the most. Why were they not opening? Plus, she heard sounds outside the rooms and was the sound of a horse nearby? Now, she really wanted to see what was going on.<br><br>Opening her eyes which felt like someone threw sand into them, she rubbed for a few seconds before focusing her gaze at the rest of the room. The room was dark and pitch black but she noticed a flicker of flight coming from across the room. It did not take long for her to realize what the yellow glow was a candle. The light was horrible but she could make out only a few blurry things. Patting the bed around her, Mia tried her best to find her glasses. "Where am I?," she whispered, her gut feeling tell her to get as far away from this place as possible. She did not feel the presence of another and Mia could only fathom she was kidnapped by the psycho whispering her name in the library. That was the only explanation because unless the sugary food she bought today somehow had a mind-altering substance, Mia knew she did not put herself in this unknown room. Either that or she was going to have to come up with another explanation to ending up in this place.<br><br>"Found it." Sliding her glasses back onto her face, Mia could clearly see she was in a strange and almost Victorian bedroom. The bedroom looked almost out of a Victorian Gothic novel. It was grand, beautiful and looked as if it came out of one of those Victorian novels where the lady of the house was married to a famous Count. However, the smell of the candle infuriated her nose. After a few seconds of sneezing, Mia had the sense to push herself off of the bed. On her feet and able to walk around Mia took the time to look at every beautiful item in the bedroom. This bedroom must belong to the woman who could spend hundreds, maybe, even thousands of dollars to decorate this room to look like a King or a Queen's bedroom. The sound of someone on the other side of the door brought Mia's head up and she cocked her head in surprise to hear someone call her Madame Crux. No one called her by her last name unless it was in a professional manner and Madame was French for 'ma'am' to which she was not a married woman at all. <br><br>Whoever had taken her had the money to make sure to cover his ass if she ever escaped this place. Oh, Mia planned to escape and make a phone call from her cell phone. She would have called inside but her phone had no service in the bedroom. Seems her supposed plan of getting calls wherever did not include strange places out in nowhere. How freaking nice. She shook her head and put her phone into her bag hoping it would work once she got out of this place and onto a highway or freeway. "Uh, can you bring me a cell phone and some driving directions? Maybe even the name of a taxi company, if you do not mind," she called out through the door as she looked around for a means of escape. The first voice was fine with keeping her from freaking out about the situation but when it came to the next voice using her first name made Mia stop from opening one of the windows in the bedroom. "What do I need to get ready for?," she asked, hurriedly opening the door and frowning to see the state of dress the two individuals wore. "Where am I?"
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