Author's Note: Wha? Where am I? Oh! Um…hi, people. I'm uh, back, for now. I got sidetracked…a lot. And, yeah, how many months has it been? I, uh…wrote another chapter! So…sorry, for, like, dying on you guys. I'm here now though! Now stop reading my apology and get to the story!
It was one of those rare moments, where you wake up before your eyes open. Erik felt the softness of his bed, and this gave him hope that the strange girl and her powers were all a dream. He opened his eyes to see the ceiling of his room, and this gave him just a little more hope. Climbing out of the bed, he walked silently to the door. It was quiet. Opening it, he peeked out to have his hopes come crashing down.
Norah was reading a book, humming a song to herself, unaware of Erik's presence. Ophelia had left about an hour ago, and she was waiting Erik to wake up. She heard a cough, and looked up to see the Phantom himself, standing there and looking confused and disappointed. Closing the book, she stood up and looked at him.
"So," she let the word drag on. "How was your nap?" It took a few moments for him to speak, but when he did, it wasn't about his nap.
"What are you?" he asked. She sighed.
"I'm a half ghost," she answered. "I don't know how it happened; I was just born with it." She waited for Erik to digest that.
"Do you want me to show you? I promise, I won't over-react this time!" she said the last part hastily, for she saw the look of apprehension on Erik's face. He nodded curtly.
"Ok," she said, smiling. "First, I can turn invisible." She held up her hand, and it disappeared from view. Erik jumped. This was impossible.
"No, this isn't impossible," she said, grinning.
"Read your mind? No, I could see by the look on your face that you think you're still dreaming."
"I am dreaming, Mademoiselle," Erik said, glaring down at her.
"Oh really? Because I know for a fact that you can't feel pain in a dream," Norah grinned, and her now visible arm stretched out and shot him in the shoulder with a bright yellow ecto blast. He yelled out, clutching it.
" See, Erik? You're not dreaming!" she smiled. Erik lunged for her, but he only grabbed air. He looked at her, and she was semi-visible, but he could still see the grin on her face.
"Intangibility," she said, becoming solid again. " and other than flying and shields, those are the basics!" she still had that huge grin that an insane person would usually wear. Erik only knew one thing, and that was that this girl, whatever she was, had to leave.
He looked at Norah. Norah looked at him. Golden eyes met bright green.
"Get out," Erik said finally. She frowned.
"I said leave."
"But, but, but Erik! I'm here to help you!" she cried, walking toward him. He stepped back.
"I'm fine, Miss Greyrose. I don't need any help from a half-ghost from the future!" he looked at her angrily. She didn't even flinch. She walked in front of him, blocking his path.
"Erik, I know you need my help! Please, don't kick me out!" she was pleading now.
"I TOLD YOU TO GO!" Erik had lost his temper now, and his eyes flashed dangerously. She glared at him. Then she walked toward a wall.
"Fine," she said finally with a voice made of ice. "I guess you don't want to get Christine back." With that, she phased through the wall before she could see Erik's reaction.