Hello! This is the continuation of No One Would Listen! Hope you enjoy!
Erik looked down at the stone, it read her name, she was lost before he woke. He dreaded to think of what had happened to his child, the snow came down lightly as he left the cemetary. Walking down the street, couples were together, looking happy. "Erik? What's wrong?" Erik turned towards the cemetary quickly, hoping to see Evangeline. Instead a child, with honey colored hair in a black cloak, giggling. When the girl saw him, she smiled, "who is you?" the small child looked up at the solemn man. "Erik," he answered plainly, "who're you?" the girl smiled wickedly, "find me firs, n' I tell you," she said and watched as she scurried off. "Alright, I'm coming to look for you," Erik said, but silence answered him, looking around and listening, he had sensed no presence from the girl. All of a sudden, a weight had jumped him and landed on his back, he looked at the girl astounded. "I foun you! I keep you!" she giggled, "Angie!" a voice called out, "Angelique, where are you?!" when Erik saw who rounded the corner, he froze. "Medgie! You foun me!" Meg Giry, stood there, nearly in tears. "Erik! You're alright!" Meg ran and hugged him. "Medgie?" the girl asked, Meg took the girl, "Angie, you're only five! I thought someone had taken you!" The girl gave an evil giggle.
"Come on Erik, mother would be delighted to know that you are alright," Meg said, Erik followed silently. The girl held his hand, and he stiffened slightly, she smiled at him as she reached up, signalling she wanted to be held. As soon as he picked her up, she fell asleep. "She likes you," Meg said to him, "Evangeline and I were to have a child," Meg turned silent for the rest of the walk. "Meg, did you bring the food?" Antoinette called, "yes mama, but we have a guest," Antoinette came out in an apron, wiping her hands furiously, "who is-?" she froze, "Erik," she hugged him. "I keep him!" Angie yelled and Meg giggled, but then as soon as she pulled him into the parlor, mother and daughter shared a troubled look.
Angie listened intently as Erik told her a story she had made him read to her. "The end," she smiled, "bed time," he said, "I'm not tired," she yawned, Erik smiled. He wished he could be with his, he went to his room after he coaxed her to sleep by singing a lullaby. He threw himself onto the bed, closing his eyes, only to open them again. He threw his jacket off and sat at the desk, "Erik," he looked into the mirror, "Evangeline," he whispered as she wrapped her arms around him. "I've missed you," he said, "Erik, I've missed you to, but I'll be waiting for you, as your eyes close, I am in your heart," she kissed his cheek. Erik's eyes shot open, he felt a light weight on his arm and looked over to see Angie sound asleep. He slowly moved to leave his room and went to the kitchen.