So I put two chapters up in 1 day. Impressive, no?

I figured, people need to be updated, and what better way to be updated then by a chapter.

I'm warning readers, this Erik will be a dark mentally abused Erik. He at sometimes, you might hate, at times you will love, at other's be sad for him. But he is Erik and every side of love isn't always beautiful. But then again things are just starting out, so I would give it a little time. Our main character needs some time to put things together in her head, and I need to watch for the plot to thicken.

Well here is the next chapter.

Ange de la musique, Venez à moi Ange de la musique - translates too -Angel of Music, Come to Me Angel of Music. Ohhh Cliffy!

Chapter 3: Icicles

I waited to turn around. Once the lights flickered on, my heart started to pound. For once in my life I believed I was considerably stupid for thinking that Christine would get a new number. Like a command, "You may turn around now." I listened to the words slowly, and carefully. My mind didn't exactly want to do anything because of my frightened manner. So with a slow two slides of my feet, I turned around to see a man with white hair and dark violet eyes staring into my own large brown ones.

"It seems you followed my instructions, quite well, I thought you wouldn't have, and not even bothered. Considering you should have asked who was sending you the message first. You're not very bright are you?" His voice was starting to make me angry.

"Who are you to challenge my intellect? You don't know me, Abel, and…" I noticed something on his shoulder, from the light it looked like a bubble, like a blister. He turned his head to see what I was looking at and noticed it as well. "Are you…"

"Quit your babbling. I'm fine." He turned around doing something to his clothing. Once he fixed whatever it was on his skin, he turned around to greet me once more, in his own way and matter of speaking I guess. My eyes were filled with concern for him, worry, that's what my mother called it. Was plaguing my features and Abel could read right through it. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

I diverted my eyes, "Could we… since we are supposed to do a duet together could we possibly practice now, since I already have my guitar?" I squeaked from my vocal cords. The grim look I was getting from him was less then pleasant. I didn't know if he was custom to having many visitors in his house, in his life for the way he was acting towards me. "I mean, I wasn't expecting on meeting you today, I usually meet my friend Christine down at the, Grey Penguin. His eyes squinted, almost in a confused fashion.

"Oh so you're an alcoholic too? Why am I always stuck with the idiotic ones? And one so young, didn't your father teach you to at least wait until you're of age?" I held back my voice, as it started to bellow in the back of my throat. Who the hell does he think he is? I mean really he doesn't know me, he doesn't know my family, or friends, where does he get off saying things like this to people. Its okay Serena, play it cool. Don't let him think he got to you.

"It's for practice, I've been going there since I was seven, practicing for people, and playing for them. I have ribbons too if you want to see that as well. Just as proof, I'm very serious about the music I create. And if you're just going to condemn me to a total of a few hours of nothing, not even practice, when you sent me a text message to meet you here, I'm leaving, it's not worth my sanity to stay here, while you just stand there and be little my intellect and what not. I'm bigger than that and I will leave." I sucked in a large breath for air.

Abel ran his hand through his hair, and then suddenly walked down the hall opening a door.

"Well are you coming? You want to practice don't you?" Mumbling something incoherent, which sounded somewhat in a different language, I took my slippers off and put them near the door. Walking down the hallway, I noticed the pictures on both sides of the walls, covered with cloth and dust. To think what this would do with me in my summer allergy season. I shook away the thought. Coming to the door that Abel went down I noticed broken pieces of something brightly transparent and shinning down below me, I reached to grab one of the pieces.

"Am I wasting my time?" A voice reeking frustration was coming from below. "I didn't think after that speech you were going to let me believe your suddenly turned lazy."

I carefully ran down the stairs clutching my bag, making sure that my guitar was fine. I was opening up to a world I didn't know was near me. This place he created, there was a fire place, in the basement. A piano was off to the side, where there was a recording studio, lingering behind it. I was in awe. But on the piano bench was Abel. His eyes narrowed.

"Are you just going-"I cut him off.

"This place, it's amazing, you did this all yourself?" I muttered out of my lips.

"Well, if you're done, I would like to get this practice over with." My mind was starting to take its leaps, and leaps with just telling him off.

I took out my guitar and while tuning it. I saw something in Abel's was a score. There was yellow parchment next on the stand. And to the side of it, there was a quill and a bottle of ink. Quite old fashioned taste for modern day and age. Once finished fine tuning my guitar I started out playing a melody. It was something I could remember in my childhood, so playing it was easy for me. As my fingers glided across the stings with my pick, I heard something; a duet was forming with the piano right next to me. As my focus was driven to finishing this piece I closed my eyes, humming along to the song, running around in circles in my head.

Coming out of my trance, the piano had stopped and the musician was staring down at the keys themselves. His eyes were open and falling from his face were tears.

"Abel…I'm" I started to beg my forgiveness; I didn't mean to start off doing a melody I should have discussed it with him first. But then would he have cared what type of piece we did, together? "Abel…"

I started to reach out my arm to touch his shoulder. But he ripped the air between us by standing above me.

"Do not ever try and touch me again…"

"Please leave, just go…"

He continued to say the last sentence over and over again. Like it was rehearsed. Like it was commonplace. I sat there with my guitar, holding it, feeling it, treading for guidance. Yes he was violent, yes, he creeped me the hell out, and yes, he really had really bad mood swings. All of the above should have made sense for me to book it out of his house. Then why was I sitting on the floor looking at a man, a man so troubled and lost?

"It's been sometime, do you think Serena, is alright? I've been trying to get a hold of her…" Christine told one of her oldest friends she was visiting down at the pier.

"I'm sure she's fine, probably out, playing in the snow, like the girl she is." The person said next to her.

"But, Kyle, she isn't like me or you, she just doesn't do things to be impulsive, she does things with a plan in mind. This is unlike her." She dialed Serena's phone again, trying to get a hold of her. Moving a strand of hair away from her face, she finally closed the phone for the last time.

"Oh would you stop already, you really need to stop your worrying over that one little girl. She is seventeen correct? She is old enough to know right from wrong, just… for once in your life enjoy life. Please for me, while I am still here." His words muffled as he arched his face into her hair, breathing in her scent of the shampoo and conditioner. "You smell like the sea, it's radiating off of you. It's amazing. And brilliant. I like it when we are like this, a happy couple wouldn't you agree?"

His smile shifted to a frown as she pushed him away.

"Kyle, really this isn't the time. Besides we are in public, it's not right."

His demeanor turned from love struck too obtrusive within seconds.

"Christine Megan, you need to let that little girl grow up, she isn't your little sister you need to monitor like a mother hen. She is for god sakes a growing child, she will be fine. Why can't you just enjoy your day with me? Why can't we be like a normal couple?" His voice and words lingered in the air like dust floating. "Why can't we just have a normal day for once?"

Text Message

Dec 17, 5:30 PM

Sender: Serena Snow

I'm fine, sorry if I made you worry.

I will be home around 7. I'll call you, k?

Christine flipped her phone, read the text and shut it.

"There are you happy now, she texted you, I would like to carry on our romantic day I had planned out for us."

"Yeah, sure, I guess."

Looking at the light illuminating from my phone. I quickly typed a message to Christine; her sudden calls alarmed me in a sense because I actually didn't call her back, sooner than I planned. Abel had walked away. I didn't know what to think when I came to him. I heard something up stairs break so putting my guitar in the bag; I left it down below to see if he was alright.

"Abel, you okay?"

Why was I caring about his wellbeing? I don't even know this man. He's so destructive, and mean. What could I possibly see in him that is even showing the slightest ray of kindness?

I didn't get a response.

I moved the door from the basement open. He was in the room next to this door.

"Serena, I think it would be best if you left, now, right now."

"Is everything okay, are you hurt? Do you want me to get you anything?"

"I SAID," He stopped, his voice growling with power. "I said, please, leave."

My footsteps carried me down into the basement. It was like I wasn't even inside my body this moment. I just picked up my bag and left the room. Not even thinking about anything. Once the door on the other side of the house was closed, and I walked down the path towards the street, I finally was able to think properly.

What the hell was that? How did I just move fluently, get all of my things and leave without any confrontation? I was even going to ask him about his violin when he came back, if it was fixable. I would give him some of the money mom gave me for fixing it. His behavior this evening, first with the text message, then with the terrible display of emotions he couldn't keep bottled. It almost seemed like he was bi polar. Almost like the mad hatter from Alice in Wonderland. That put a smile on my face, Abel Williams, The Mad Hatter of Otter Point.

It seemed silly to think about at this very moment. So letting it go, I opened the door to my apartment to see a note was written on the refrigerator from mom.

Be home late.

Made food. In frig.

-mom

"You know it couldn't have killed you to text my phone to let me know that you were making something. I would have loved to know what was being made." I selfishly thought to myself.

Then something really did cross my mind. I must be really selfish.

Then shaking my head, I went to another topic, getting my head away from that thought. It was about that bubble on Abel's skin, what was it?

As I turned my Samsung laptop on I had two messages blinking from my phone. The first was from Christine.

Text Message

Dec 17, 2012 6:30 PM

Sender: Christine "Meg" Garrison

I will be calling you in 10. Okay?

Sending a quick message back.

Text Message

Dec 17, 2012 6:31 PM

Sender: Serena Snow

Alright, I am awake.

I have some news for you too.

Once I finished looking at Christine's message, and sending her a quick one back. I turned to the next one which was completely blank besides the words.

Text Message

Dec 17 2012 6:35 PM

Sender: Unknown

Ange de la musique, Venez à moi Ange de la musique.

Somehow these words being spoken to me, sounded oddly familar. And it frightened me. My body was getting goosebumps everywhere. So opening a new internet page. I didn't know what that said. But goggling it with Google translate, always helps.