You Little Viper
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,301
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Phantom of the Opera. I am not making any money off of this story.
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You Little Viper
I do not own anything. Just James/ Jenna.
SUMMERY:
When Joseph Buquet dies at the hands of the phantom, his child takes it into hands to kills the notorius opera ghost...
The next thing I knew was that I was waking up.
Was this heaven?
Papa told me once that dying is like falling asleep and waking back up again. If this was heaven...
I carefully eased myself up off of the bed, my hands fondling the silk and velvet of the blanket. I pushed the lace curtain was from the bed and I felt my stoach come to my throat.
I was not in heaven.
I was not dead.
I was in a cave like dwelling, with beautiful music flowing into my ears.
I knew immediately where I was.
I all but tore the curtains in my rush to reach my prey. But once again, he was too quick for me.
I stalked up to him and got ready to knock my fist into his skull, but he caught mt fist- really gentle like- and held me down close to his body.
“What is your name, girl?” he asked me, his voice almost making me melt.
Almost.
“None of your-” I started to say before he glared at me. I’m telling you, if looks could kill, then I would be dead. “James.” Another glare. “Jenna.”
“Jenna,” he mused softly, never releasing me for a second. “And why are you masquerading as a lad, Jenna?”
“To help my papa, who you killed!” I spat at him.
For a moment, the phantom looked sad, but then his face went expressionless once more.
“I am sorry,” he stated.
“No you’re not!” I yelled, ripping a hand free and aiming my fist at the phantom’s face. My fist collasped with his masked half, sending the porclain flying from his face once more. With a loud howl, the phantom jumped up, releasing me and sending me to the floor, where I scrambled up, grabbing a heavy candlstick in the motion.
With a grunt, I swung the candlestick at the phantom, who dosged it. As I was recovering from the blow that I had just dealt, he disarmed me and threw me over his shoulder while he placed his mask back onto his face.
“You have seen my face twice!” he raged as he stalked towards a door. He kicked it open and threw me onto the bed, placing both his hands on either side of my body. I tried to hurt him again, only he blocked my every kick and punch. “And yet you do not scream in fear of me, do you?” he taunted me, pressing his body close to mine.
Dear Lord.
I could feel something hard prodding my thighs as the phantom loomed over her.
“Answer me!” he roared.
I could only glare at him, hoping that the fluttery feeling in my stomach would go away.
“I think you’re scarred,” was all that I said before the phantom stood and walked out of the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.
I jumped off the bed and rammed the door with my shoulder, only resulting in an injury. I slid down the door, holding my hurt shoulder as I slowly surcame to darkness.
I do not own anything. Just James/ Jenna.
SUMMERY:
When Joseph Buquet dies at the hands of the phantom, his child takes it into hands to kills the notorius opera ghost...
The next thing I knew was that I was waking up.
Was this heaven?
Papa told me once that dying is like falling asleep and waking back up again. If this was heaven...
I carefully eased myself up off of the bed, my hands fondling the silk and velvet of the blanket. I pushed the lace curtain was from the bed and I felt my stoach come to my throat.
I was not in heaven.
I was not dead.
I was in a cave like dwelling, with beautiful music flowing into my ears.
I knew immediately where I was.
I all but tore the curtains in my rush to reach my prey. But once again, he was too quick for me.
I stalked up to him and got ready to knock my fist into his skull, but he caught mt fist- really gentle like- and held me down close to his body.
“What is your name, girl?” he asked me, his voice almost making me melt.
Almost.
“None of your-” I started to say before he glared at me. I’m telling you, if looks could kill, then I would be dead. “James.” Another glare. “Jenna.”
“Jenna,” he mused softly, never releasing me for a second. “And why are you masquerading as a lad, Jenna?”
“To help my papa, who you killed!” I spat at him.
For a moment, the phantom looked sad, but then his face went expressionless once more.
“I am sorry,” he stated.
“No you’re not!” I yelled, ripping a hand free and aiming my fist at the phantom’s face. My fist collasped with his masked half, sending the porclain flying from his face once more. With a loud howl, the phantom jumped up, releasing me and sending me to the floor, where I scrambled up, grabbing a heavy candlstick in the motion.
With a grunt, I swung the candlestick at the phantom, who dosged it. As I was recovering from the blow that I had just dealt, he disarmed me and threw me over his shoulder while he placed his mask back onto his face.
“You have seen my face twice!” he raged as he stalked towards a door. He kicked it open and threw me onto the bed, placing both his hands on either side of my body. I tried to hurt him again, only he blocked my every kick and punch. “And yet you do not scream in fear of me, do you?” he taunted me, pressing his body close to mine.
Dear Lord.
I could feel something hard prodding my thighs as the phantom loomed over her.
“Answer me!” he roared.
I could only glare at him, hoping that the fluttery feeling in my stomach would go away.
“I think you’re scarred,” was all that I said before the phantom stood and walked out of the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.
I jumped off the bed and rammed the door with my shoulder, only resulting in an injury. I slid down the door, holding my hurt shoulder as I slowly surcame to darkness.