Kate Wagner | Christine Daaé (flightofsoul) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-01-29 22:55:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | david rask, kate wagner |
Who: David Rask Erik, Le Fantome & Kate Wagner
What: A take-over that was quite long in coming.
Where: Kate’s grandmother’s house in Brooklyn
When: After Kate makes this post
Warnings: Kore has a thing for men who burst into women’s bedrooms out of the blue. Extreme anger, a little geriatric violence, mental breakdowns, grown men crying, ERIK IS WALKING AROUND IN A NON-DEFORMED BODY, third-person references, insanity...and all those shiny things..
It had become a habit for David to check the forums. Just his luck to have someone else show up unexpected. The forums provided petty amusement besides. There had been more then enough times at work in his office where he couldn’t think straight between Erik’s criticism (ridiculous, considering the man was from a century ago and David was more then capable of designing on his own) and how his phone kept going off. Turning it on silent and zoning out for a few minutes was a fine reprieve - even if not at his office but in his own apartment. It meant he wasn’t going to turn to the piano he’d acquired - which would be giving into Erik more - and he might find something interesting.
Of course, this couldn’t always be the case. When scanning through the forums, his eyes caught on a certain face. There wasn’t a chance for a mistake here - there was no confusing those large eyes framed in that young face. Christine Kate. Before he could stop himself, David had scanned the post - scrolling past with an unusually violent move. He was not going to think of that. Because by all means, good for her if she was singing properly. It had been near-torturous with her lack of emotion back at the theater and-
Read it again.
Erik gave orders often and David ignored it plaintively. He scrolled down further, finding nothing of interest - beyond Erik’s continued reasoning. For if Kate was singing with emotion, it meant something.She was remembering her lessons- “No, it means she found a muse,” David snapped out-loud. There was no one about to hear him speak to the voice in his head. Perfectly alright to do so. He kicked back in his desk chair, crossing his arms. “She’s no more Christine then I am you. Try and remember that, creep.” It was a useless jibe, he knew well. Considering that David knew quite well how much he and Erik were a like. He grimaced and clenched his teeth as Erik wheedled again.
But WHO? Read. It. AGAIN.
What would it hurt to read it again? There was nothing of note. Rolling his eyes, David scanned it again - finding nothing of note. “If you’re going to get this fucking worked up about everything she does, so help me God, I will make your life living hell by listening to Justin Bieber constan-”
It couldn’t be said that the Bieber threat did it. He’d whipped it out before after coming across the atrocity accidentally. David had lowered his defenses by rereading it and his comment was useless. Both knew he wouldn’t do it. It was enough for a foot-hold to be created and for Erik to climb forward. The head-ache that came then was brushed aside as an annoyance and David sighed, just as Erik surged forward, fighting his consciousness. Both were extremely stubborn and made of the same mettle - but Erik had two things on his side David did not: rage and the surprise attack. David bent forward, holding his head in his hands as if preparing for an abrupt landing. By the time he sat up again, a different look had entered his eye.
Erik had spent long enough as a passenger in David’s body and mind. It had never crossed his mind that this was a privilege. No. The boy was foolish and useless - and didn’t take advantage of the opportunities that were presented to him. He hadn’t realized what he could do with a face - a real face, with a nose! Yes, the boy had gone and had made some innovations in the architecture field. But nothing monumental. Nothing that would survive beyond a few years in terms of name. His music had never been fully explored and he never acted, merely spoke.
It was despicable and sparked enough to cause Erik to relish having things in his own hands - or rather, David’s.
He spent a minute recovering and then examining his - for now, HIS - hands in detail. Skin a normal color and when pressed to his nose, with no lingering scent of death. Merely the lead of the pencils David liked to use. His nose was felt in turn, then other features. This was what it felt like to be a man. A real man, a whole one. He even dashed about, turning off lights and finding mirrors to check that his eyes did not glow in the dark. Normality - not even that, for David’s body was more then admittedly above average - was his. It didn’t stop him from his goal in the slightest - it made things easier even.
He had no idea how long he was to have, but he could only hope that it was enough to do as he’d initially intended. Within minutes he’d used the computer to find Kate Wagner’s address and them map out the fastest method of arriving there. Two minutes after, he’d grabbed David’s overcoat and a fedora that he’d bought for a costume party he’d been forced to some years ago, heading out. David fortunately lived near a subway station and had taken it enough times for Erik to feel at ease in his body, travelling through.
He could have spent an eternity staring at the sights or revelling in his state. But there was an unknown time limit and Erik knew where his priorities were - with Christine as they’d been ever since he first heard the girl, back in their own time and world. He made it through the ride and changes with minimal issues, coming out not far from where she was supposed to live. He took his time for the last few blocks, thinking a plan. In this situation, he knew little of Kate’s situation. Generally he made note of habits and routes before doing something like this. It simply wasn’t an option now.
That said as he approached the house there only seemed to be two options. Attempt the front door, which was far too visible for his liking (some habits couldn’t be fought, even in a normal skin) or a first floor window off on the side. Breaking in from there would be easier. The dim lighting only revealed a dresser in a corner - bedroom. Possibly Kate’s. There were lines there that Erik knew he wasn’t supposed to cross, but if she was asleep she might not even know. It at least, was the hope.
Though the window was of a modern design, figuring out how ti dismantle the lock was simple for Erik. A minute and a half later and he was slipping inside the bedroom, shutting the window behind him. One sweeping glance revealed enough to say this wasn’t Kate’s room - a relief, to some extent - and left him looking at an upright, elderly woman.
Biting back a swear, Erik raised his hands. “I mean no harm-” It wasn’t David’s voice surprisingly, but his own. Hm. He used the asset appropriately, keeping his voice low and gentle, “I came in the wrong way-” And that look from her said she wasn’t buying it. Oh well. Erik wouldn’t have either. Just as she opened her mouth, he moved forward - quick as he could and just as silent. A hand closed over her mouth and an arm went about her shoulders and pinned her arms. His hand rose to cover her nose as well and he counted off as her struggling grew weaker, until she slumped in his arms. He laid her down gently on the bed, checking for a pulse - still there and good to know. He slipped away, heading out of the room - shutting the door behind him - before taking the stairs up. Simple logic said any other bedroom would be up there.