Erik

I lay in bed, hating the fact another day has come and I am alone. Without love, without compassion. Yet, thunder rolled in the distance, I sighed, throwing off the blanket, I sat up. Reaching for my mask, thunder cracked loudly above my head, making the windows shake. Lightening flashed, unbelievably bright, and I wasn't in the cabin in the woods. I was in a brightly lit home.

"Damnit! Why the hell can't I be a normal actor!" I heard a cry, Scottish accent. I turned violently, a man stood, an odd object in his hand, He put the object to his ear.

"Heather, I need your help, a certain someone else has showed up in reality, do you have room for one more?" He asked, I tilted my head crossing the room over to him. He looked like me, but an older, normal looking version of me. I heard another voice just barely audible on the phone.

"Damnit Gerard, you and your characters coming to reality! I already have to deal with Dracula and his arrogant self, who is it!" The voice replied, agitated.

"The Phantom of the Opera." He told the voice, I furrowed my brow.

"Alright, bring him over. This is so not what I intended to do with my life…" The voice said. The man named Gerard pulled the thing away from his ear.

"What is that thing?" I asked him, the man smiled.

"Its called a phone, I'm Gerard, I portrayed you in a m-well what you might know as a play, and I'm taking you to stay with a friend of mine, her name is Heather, she may or may not look familiar, there is another person there that I portrayed that's staying with her. His name's Dracula, trust me. Heather will welcome you with open arms." 'Gerard' told me. I looked at him skeptically, having heard the bitter cursing of the woman on the other phone.

"Trust me, she likes you." He told me. I laughed, doubting this man.

"Hey! Heather is a good woman. Come on, let's get you into present day clothing." Gerard told me.

We stood at the door of a short, yet two storied house, Gerard knocked briefly and the door opened, a short, yet beautiful woman answered the door. She was about 5'5 with long, waist length brown hair, she had eerily green eyes. Her choppy bangs covered half of her eyes; she smiled bashfully, heart shaped lips curling into a beautiful smile. I sucked in a breathe and looked down, she did have a striking resemblance one of the chorus girls from the Populaire.

"Come on in, this is freaking ridiculous. Casey still hasn't found her traveler, and she has at least 100 more worlds to look for this galactic thief. Ugh, annoying little punk." She said.

"How'd you figure it out?" Gerard asked, walking in the home, I followed him in. The woman, Heather, was still I my line of vision, I was a little over a foot taller than her. She gave me a warm smile and fell in line behind me.

"She called me." The woman said.

"Oh, wait, what?" Gerard asked.

She's in a world that has AT&T, so she could call me. That's a long distance call..."

"Oh, so reality and my world aren't the only ones that collided?" Came a voice, similar to mine, but different. I looked up and saw a man, standing, wearing a black shirt, black pants, with wild, curly hair. A throw pillow zipped across the room, hitting the man in the chest.

"THAT IS NOT WHY THEY ARE CALLED THROW PILLOWS!" He yelled. Heather was giggling insanely, I actually laughed myself.

"Maybe not in your book." Heather told him. The man picked up the pillow and threw it in the seat in front of him, crossing over to me, he held his hand out.

"Dracula." I looked at him nervously and shook his hand.

"Erik." I told him. Heather fell unto the couch, slouching. Her eyes widened, she got back up, walking up to me.

"Come on, I need to show you to your room." She told me, ascending the stairs. I waited until she was at least a flight of stairs up and followed her. She was standing at an open doorway, leaning against the door frame. I approached her and she smiled.

"Here's your room, it hasn't been used in a while, but I dusted everything and made the bed. I hope you like it." She told me. I smiled at her briefly.

"Thank You." I told her. She smiled and flitted down the hall, disappearing into a room, her's, I figured, where what sounded like present day music started to play only moments after she had entered. I smiled, she reminded me of a butterfly. I entered the room, seeing the black bed frame with dark blue blankets. I set my bag down and sat down on the bed.

"Why're you treated so much better than me?" I heard Dracula asked, I looked up at him, curiosity played on his face, not jealousy.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, standing.

"When I got here, I didn't have any sheets on my bed, not that I wanted them. But she was generally nicer to you." He said.

"Because you're a WOMANIZER!" I heard Heather's voice from her room. I couldn't help but smile. She was rather effusive.

"How does she know." He asked, I only shrugged.

"So, what's your story?" I asked him. The man looked at me, an unreadable look in his eyes, ageless, almost.

"My past happens to be among the few topics I wish not to discuss. Like you don't want to discuss certain things in your life." I looked at him, sighing, I stood.

"You seem to know me." I told him.

"Heather was watching Phantom of the Opera a few nights ago and I watched it with her." He said, he faded into the darkness of the hall. Only to be replaced by Heather. I looked at her, not speaking. She held a book in her hand. Stepping forward, she handed it to me.

"Read this and you'll know anything you want to about him." I took the book from her hands and read the cover.

Dracula: Bram Stoker I smiled.

"But if you want to know more about that version of Dracula, just tell me, I can show you." She told me.

"Its only fair you know about him since he knows about you." She whispered, winking her eerily bright green eye, Heather left, I laid back on the bed, opening the book, I started to read.