AN: Hey you guys, this is Emily, and this is my latest novel, Hero of My Heart. I also have two other stories, (both in the works,) called Two Souls Alike, and another called A Little Birdie Told Me, which I'm doing with my big sis, Beth. However if you wanna read that one, it's under the name thesistersbabineaux. So yeah. I have one small request for you readers, REVIEW! It's my inspiration, and for the authors/authoresses who read this story, you know how it is when you get hits but no reviews! So enjoy the story, and don't forget to review!

Luvs,

E

Hero of my Heart

By PhantomLover05

Ch.1: Christine

Erik was tired. He was on his way home from the premiere of his latest movie, "When the Blue Bird Sings", an epic tale of romance, music, and adolescence. Basically Romeo and Juliet, plus music, and a few extra twists. But in all truth, he wasn't technically "in" the movie, but he had composed all of the music, and conducted the orchestra who recorded it. His girlfriend, Emily Jones, was a world renowned singer and actress, and he was totally in love with her.

As he reached the apartment complex that he lived in, he heard someone issue a scream behind him. He whirled around, looking for a source. His eyes searched the grassy perimeter when they fell upon a struggling woman in the arms of a tall, muscular man who was dragging her into an alley.

Without a second thought, Erik ran in after them. It was dark in the alley, as his eyes adjusted to the light, or lack of it. Another terrified scream rang in his ears. His head whipped around as he found the source of the scream. The man had pushed the woman up against the grimy wall and had clamped his sausage fingered hand over her mouth, successively cutting off any attempted sounds.

Erik ran up behind the man, clasped his hands together, and before the thug could say a word, Erik had thumped him over the head. The man instantly froze, and dropped to his side, taking the unconscious woman with him. He picked up the girl and started to carry her out of the murky alley and out to the cloudless night.

He walked calmly across the healthy green lawn and pressed the wheel chair button, all the while trying to process what had happened. What am I going to do? Where's she gonna stay? He thought about it for a moment before coming to a solution. She'll have to stay with me for now, at least till I can get her into a hotel or something.

The door opened, and he walked into the lobby and up to the reception desk, earning himself several disapproving stares along the way. The concierge turned to assist him, and had a surprised look on his face when he saw who was in front of him.

"Monsieur Le'Belle!" he stuttered out. "How may I be of service to you?" he had only spoken to the famous composer once, when he had bought the penthouse apartment.

"Please call 911, a crime was attempted by a man who can be found in the alley. I knocked him out, but I want him arrested immediately," he said in a clear, even voice. He started to walk away, the woman still in his arms, but turned back around. "The lady will be staying with me for now, in the guest room." He (had only) added (that) for extra measure. I mean seriously, where else was she gonna stay, not in his room, that's for sure!

The receptionist nodded his dismissal, and picked up the phone, dialing 911. I'm not sure I like being dismissed like that, thought Erik to himself. Erik walked to the elevator, the unconscious woman still in his arms. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. Yes, there were definitely perks to being wealthy, he thought to himself. He leaned against the wall of the elevator, trying to diffuse some of the pressure on his arms. When they reached the top floor, they (well more like Erik carrying her) walked out of the elevator and up to the only door on that level, his penthouse apartment.

He struggled for about five minutes with the lock, trying to balance the woman as well as opening the door, which was no easy task. When Erik had finally achieved his goal, he staggered through the doorway, slammed it shut with his foot, and ran into the guestroom. While Erik placed the woman in one of the soft armchairs, where she stayed slumped down, he flexed his arms, starting to feel the blood circulating again.

Erik turned down the soft red covers, revealing the silky sheets below. He turned around, finally getting a good look at her. She was tall and slender, which he had already figured out, having had held her for 10 minutes. She had long, curly, chocolate brown hair, messy from being pushed up against the wall of the alley. She had full, round, red lips, with lip gloss applied; she was beautiful. No, she's not!

The lady's clothes, which were also in a scruffy state, were formal, yet elegant. She was wearing a slinky red dress, with a halter strap around her neck, and small space of skin between her breasts. The skirt of the dress was poofy, but clingy at the same time. (Think something along the lines of a red Marilyn Monroe)

In the words of his best friend Nadir, "Whoa, hott!" Erik cringed at the thought. Erik picked her up out of the chair, trying not to stare at her beautiful face, her high cheek bones, her luscious lips-NO! Stop! Think of Emily! He laid her in the bed, pulled the comforter up to her neck, and hurriedly exited the room. Having her stay here might be harder than I thought.

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2 Hrs. Later

I should probably check on her, just to make sure she's awake. He slipped quietly into her room, trying to make as little sound as possible. Just as he walked into the room, CREAK he stepped on a creaky floorboard. He whispered a rude word, and looked over at her just as her pale eyelids slid open.

"Who are you?" she asked questionably. He straightened up quickly. He walked over to her bed slowly, completely forgetting the mask he was wearing.

"My name, Mlle., is Erik Le'Belle, and you're sleeping in my guestroom." he replied carefully. "Who are you, Mlle.?" She looked at him, surveying his masculine stance and well built body, before answering slowly.

"My name is Krystine, Krystine Merle."

Thanks for reading you guys! Remember to review! Here are what the surnames mean.

La' Belle: good looking, beautiful

Merle: Blackbird