Christine's POV
When I unmasked him all I saw was reddish pink flesh, as he pushed me down roughly I feel the stone scrape against my flesh bringing tears to my eyes. "Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little-" He stopped when I got up and got a good look at him.
All the familiar bumps on his face... All the scars... "Uh, Angel?" I asked. He only looks at me. I couldn't help but smile. "Your, er, "Deformity" is nothing but a lot of acne." I busted out with laughter. My Angel just stares at me. I try to stop, but I can't. It's just too much. So this is the big deal?
I keel over with laughter as his anger starts up again. "What the Hell are you laughing about Christine? This is the crap that ruined my life!" He spat. At this I straighten up. "A-Ang-" I start but is interrupted by him. "Erik, my name is Erik, Christine." He corrects me.
"Okay, Erik. This thing that ruined your life can easily be fixed." I smile. His grey-green-blue eyes widen. "What? How?" He asks. "Where is your bathroom?" I asked, my smile widening. "Uh, uh, this way..." He says while making his way into a room. With nothing more than bowl for a sink and a tub for a bath. With a few towels and washclothes.
I pump water into the bowl and soak a washclothe. "Please sit on the floor." I ask. 'This is going to be a long night' I think as I kneel down.