Hello all. Thanks again for your reviews. I currently reread the two chapters I had, and had a friend reread them too, she suggested I added some magic to this so I'm adding magic, just not the type of magic you see with tricks or illusions. This is magic. Thank you Blaqkrose713, oh I wanted to tell you your story it going great I love it much. And should you not continue it for some reason my cyber cookie I was going to send to you accidentally got lost. I'm just kidding. Any way, for my newest reviewer, I'm sorry If I have confused you. I'll be explaining in detail what is going on in this chapter so I hope you get a better feeling for it. Thanks again. Oh from now on, this is going to be told in Erik's POV. Enjoy.

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Fire and Ice

PART ONE:

Chapter three: The Angel of Music's Accident.

A glittering shade of light had woken me from my sleep. I saw the beautiful color of a white beam that scattered into my eyes. Something needed to be done about that damned sunlight. wait sunlight? Why is there sunlight in my lair? There shouldn't be any sunlight down here. I moved around in the soft silk sheets I was sleeping in. Upon opening my eyes I realized that there most have been a mistake, I shouldn't be above ground. This wasn't possible, it shouldn't be possible. I looked at the room it looked like I was in Italy. Dark reds and gold's along the floor was black marble tile. The furniture was black as well. The shades were being pulled and I could hear a child's cry along with a muffled laugh. I reminded myself that there was a mask on my face, and any child that saw underneath would be mentally scarred. Keeping up my guard I looked at the ground there was a little boy with a girl on the ground playing with trucks, the girl was playing with the binds.

"Trevy, stop trying to run over my feet, please…" She pleading with him. The young girl looked to be about three years of age and hand perfect speech, except for the slurring of the tongue, that could be easily corrected, in time. She was short, having blonde long hair in two strands of pig tails, her eyes were the color of tree bark, that had just got hit by lightning. Her skin was flawless as well, perfect pale skin for a three year old, that was when I saw the invisible wings in the light's cover. Her face was in the shape of a spade as well as her companion along with her. She was wearing a yellow and white sundress with matching socks.

"As you wish, your majesty." The boy who was name Trevy, obviously it was Trevor, on the ground, the same spade face befell him, probably until puberty, he was roughly five, judging by his size. He had dark chestnut hair that covered most of his face, his eyes could tell a story of a deep sea adventure waiting to happen, he had an olive skin color, wearing overalls and a blue shirt. His gaze moved to me, and stopped playing with the trucks tapping his sister on the back. She looked at him, I could see now he too had wings, only they were a brown speckled color with black at the tips. Both there wings looked like a birds.

"I'm not going to hurt you." I said a loud getting up from the bed, there feet pitter pattered all the way over to the door, trying to reach the handle to get out. I stood tall and unmoving, the children seemed scared and wanted to get out. So letting them go, as the door clicked open, Trevor ran down the hall only the girl stayed in and said a few words.

"I'm Danielle, the angel of nature, that's my brother the angel of protecting and running away. What angel are you?" She asked. Her voice was so pure and innocent, so much like a child of this day. She reached up with her small arm leaving it there. " You shake it." She said while I bent down to kiss her knuckles she took her other hand and showed me how to 'shake'. It was a completely different, then regular French customs. We both heard footsteps coming towards the door, little Danielle left with a hurry waving goodbye leaving me speechless. A. opened the door, carrying a blood packet. It was from a medical hospital. This was something that made my stomach turn. I couldn't understand why she brought it in. Was it to taunt me? Or help me?

"I'm happy to see that your skin hasn't fallen to the floor, as of yet. I guess you really are different from the other breeds of vampires, as also your heart still beats faintly. You are technically human, standing before me." She moved towards the bed sitting on it. I pulled out the desk chair that was neatly underneath the desk. I sat down looking at her then the blood in the packet. What was with the blood why would she bring it in here with her? "Listen, Erik you have a special mission to work out, I don't care how you held it but you have a mission to fulfill in order to get your true love. Your meeting with him will be shortly. Should you choose to stay with this agreement."

I had not a choice then, I was going to meet this other him. Something told me this was bound to get bad. My mind kept on shouting didn't answers to yell at this creature before me.

"Who is, him?" I asked, as she opened the blood packet with her long finger nail. The smell of blood was in the air, the need for it was spreading throughout my blood, a sensation I had never felt before was awakening inside of me. As I tried to get a hold of myself, A. handed me the blood packet, showing me how to drink from it. The smell from it was like heaven. But then my radical side kicked in. Why was this happening, I wasn't suppose to drink blood this wasn't right, I was like a cannibal if I did this, but A. did something that made my instincts get the better half of me. I drank the full packet within seconds. One line of fresh blood running down his chin. She made me look down with her trance so she could have one taste of the single line of blood.

"I believe its time, for your mission." She looked down at the floor, she was glad this case wasn't going to her, for she would have hated it the most. Guiding him into the wooden hallway, they walked for a few seconds as the place became darker, there was only but a single light coming from inside the room itself. There wasn't a single knock as the voice responded nicely throughout the other side.

"Come in."

Both of us stepped in accordingly. It was a small dark room filled with scattered sheets everywhere on the floor. There was a desk in the middle nearest the wall left of the door, as two chairs were in front of it towards the desk itself. The man had long white-silver hair, he was dressed in robes with a cross on the back. He had baby blue eyes made from a sunny day. As he also wore glasses. He looked like a clumsy fool for some leader in this household. He looked up at me and smiled. I tried but couldn't reply the same why.

"Prince of Darkness, this is the newest guardian of the day and night, since he is still human." Se pointed to my chest the slow beating I could still feel in my frame. The man looked at me, curiously, something most have went wrong sure, there are always things that go wrong these days this could have been one of those times. "I saved him from his dreary, gothic lair, which is now burnt completely." The young man sitting stood up and walked in front of his desk looking at me, like I was some sort of subject to his study. I was just an insect to him.

"Thank you Angel, this one will do nicely, now what is your name?" He said while looking at my mask that I was hoping that wouldn't be pulled off anytime soon.

"Erik, Erik Abel Lester." I said to him he seemed surprised and laughed a good hearty laugh, like something good came out of this after all.

"Your middle name is Abel, could you be….No, it isn't possible. Anyway here is your report." He handed me a folder filed with a man's description. There were pictures of his family as well, he didn't have a wife, only one daughter, in each picture she was sad, depressed looking, until I came across the photo of her onstage singing. She looked like she had come alive. Like there was some sort of soul in there somewhere.

"This man, is the man, we want." Angel said.

"Who is he? And what do you want with him?" I asked.

"Why, you should know him well Erik, he gave you your voice after all." I was dumbfounded again. This man gave me my voice, impossible, I from a different century altogether, then him. This was impossible, I chuckled a bit, if this was sure to be true then I'd like some explanations. "He is Erik, the angel of music, and you see with him in these photo's his daughter, lifeless as a human would be in a coma, her angelic powers haven't awakened show the beauty in the world, this is why we have you helping us."

" I still don't understand what it is that you want from me." I said bluntly.

Angel shrugged and sighed. So did the man across from us.

"We have called you here, turned you into a hybrid vampire/human, because you must live and walk through both day and night, trying to awaken the angel of music's daughter and fill her with melody, she is the only hope to being his successor. He'd like to retire sometime soon. As everyone in this day an age would. Your job is easy, go in help him with her, and her cold, unawake state and we'll turn you back to human again. Then, you get your true love." He finished.

"This isn't a trick right? For I despise all who backfire on my trust there will be hell to pay if you do." I said my words teaching his understanding perfectly.

" I keep my word, Erik. DO you except this task?" The man asked.

"Yes. I except it completely, may I have this folder to research both of the subjects at hand?"

"Yes, now scoot and get ready for the flight, Angel stay here I want to have a chat with you."

I got up and left. Looking at the pictures of both father and daughter it was completely hard to imagine that this man was the angel of music. I hope he wasn't too surprised to see me. I went back into my little room looking at the two subjects. The man was a legendary rock star for the band White Ghost .

What on earth was a rock star? Or a rock band? This was completely different then back in France. Everything I had learned needed to be retuned for this.

The angel of music resides on touring now, with his late single out broken wings of eternal night. His music has been a success since he was three playing the piano we only hope for more fruitful idea's like this current one in the future. His daughter, Isabella travels with him, now that she is finished with high school. We hope that sometime she will follow in her father's footsteps, as of right now there is nothing to near that point. They reside on holidays in the holiday hotel at Splash Lagoon visiting family. Too bad this year, Young Isabella will travel to Spain with her father on a tour, she must be missing family.

After reading this Erik took out a picture to look at young Isabella, she didn't look like a normal child. But what was the matter with that, he wasn't normal either. SO why should he be complaining about another human being? He put the papers aside and slept for awhile. The dreams of Christine filling his head.