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Knowing Sorrow
"So first tell me about your life it New York what is it like?" Erik stated as she sat in the seat opposite him. They had relocated into the kitchen and after a brief tour; he had given her something to eat.
"I love it in the city, but my life is pretty busy. I teach the children at a private elementary school. They are amazing and some of them really love music. I live…well…used to live in a small apartment by myself close to the school. I had moved into the apartment with my best friend but she left me to move in with her husband, well then fiancée. She moved out; I was on my own until eight months ago when I met David. We started to date he seemed really nice, like he respected me and everything, but that all ended before I came here." She gave a smile that seemed to read I'm-udderly-replused-by-this-man-and-I-hate-his-guts-so-help-me-God.
"And what of your family?" Erik choked out the words, remembering his own longing for a family. How he wished everyday his mother had loved him and had not deserted him. The only person he had ever know to be a mother-like person was Charlotte Giry. She was the one woman who had nurtured and cared for him his whole life. She saved him from the Gypsies and had brought him to the Opera Populare. She had introduced him to music, but she had become distant once she married and Meg was born. Their relationship had grown stronger since then, Meg had gotten older and needed less attention, but it would never be the same as when they were first together. Sometimes he missed that, they had such a strong bond, like mother and son, or brother and sister.
Celia hesitated before answering, thinking of what to say. "Well I have a big family because we're all very loud Italians. Every holiday you have at least one fight on which is better: the dirt in Naples or the dirt in Sicily. And of course Sicily would win because to any faithful Sicilian: Sicily is the center of the universe and it also holds the best just about everything." Erik started to laugh; he didn't even know he was laughing until she joined him. What are you doing Erik get a grip; you're supposed to be mourning your loss of Christine, remember. Oh, but she has a great laugh, it makes you just want to make her laugh all day…AHHHHH must stop these thoughts of happiness now, what is coming over you?
"I have three younger brothers but I'm the only daughter, and brothers are a pain. My brothers and I have a love-hate relationship and they are also the reason why I'm such a tomboy."
"And what about your parents." Erik said, more like commanded than asked.
"My mother and I are very close. Her and my father always wanted the best for me. My mother supported my dream of theater till I let theater win and that was over." Erik gave her a confused look, "About six years ago I over worked myself. I was doing everything. I was understudy and ensemble in two different shows. I was doing the choreography and directing for my old high school's production. And I was trying to balance college and homework on top of that. One day on stage I just collapsed. I don't know why I worked myself that hard but my parents have never agreed to let me do any musical theater work again. Now I teach music to little kids just so that I can do something in the musical field. Now don't get m wrong I love kids but it just isn't the same. You can't get a perfect Christmas pageant with 1st graders in reindeer suits, they won't listen." He laughed again, what is up with you today Erik
He gave her lopsided grin and replied, "Well I think that I am done invading your privacy for now but I will not hesitate to ask anymore questions, if they come up. But I thought you said you were a fan so shouldn't you already know everything about me?" He lifted up an eyebrow, teasing her.
"I do know everything about you but I don't know if it's all true. In my time you're a fictional character, there may be some things that are twisted around to make a better story."
"What must you know about the life of this pathetic, illicit monster that rules over the Opera Populare."
"First off: DON"T EVER call yourself a pathetic, illicit monster or I will be forced to bodily hurt you and/or kill you."
He laughed at her, "You cause me harm?"
"Hey I'm a strong woman. I have three younger brothers that enjoy making my life a living hell. You love them sometimes but when they go around trying to whack you with various sharp objects you fight back. Plus I could fence you any day and any where."
He gave out a snort. "You fence…but you're a woman?"
"In my time a woman has just as much right as a man. She can do anything she wants to and it not be considered scandalous that she's a working lawyer or something. Plus I'm not that bad, I need work, but I'm not horrible."
"So, Miss I'm-a-tough-guy, what questions do you have for me."
"Hmmm, I don't know. I really want to know everything but that would be intruding far too much and you would probably kill soon after for my excessive talking. So I must know how many languages do you speak?"
He laughed at her again, Erik watch yourself she's grown on you. The only woman you let come in broke your heart in tiny little pieces. Don't let it happen again, keep your guard. "I speak five different languages: English, French, Italian, Arabic, and Latin."
"OOO, I know Italian as well and I know very, VERY little Latin, it was never my best subject. How many talents do you exactly have?"
"Hmm, let me think. I'm a magician, an architect, an artist, a playwright, and a musician."
"You forgot genius-in-just-about-everything."
He smiled at her. "Yes that too."
"Now I must ask how many countries have you visited, do you really have a torture chamber, and is there is siren in that lake?"
He laughed at her once again. "One question at a time please. The torture chamber and siren in the lake are myths; although I did work with a torture chamber when I was in Persia. I've also been to Italy, England, Scotland, Ireland, Russia, Egypt and many other places."
"Wow, that's all I'm going to say is Wow…oh and Thank God. What did you do in all those countries?"
"Well I mostly went around to study architecture and learn more about there cultures and customs, but when I was in Persia I was taken captive. I was made to work for the royal family and build them a torture chamber. They would put servants in there and watch them die from a window above it…it was horrible. At one point they would lock me in a separate chamber with another man and tell us that only one could leave; it was a fight to the death."
"That is horrible…where do people come up with these things. But Erik…how many people have you killed?"
"That is not something I wish to discuss but I will tell you this: many more than I would have liked to. Mostly out of self defense but sometimes my anger gets the better of me."
"I know about that."
"Know about what?"
"That your anger gets the better of you…fandom."
"Ahh yes another question I have for you what is this whole fandom based on."
She suddenly became very interested in the twirling of her hair. "Erik…do you believe in any religion?"
"No I don't, the God has not given me any good in my life, so why should I believe… but you have not mentioned an answer to my question."
"I think you should go and pray sometime…it would be good for you. You have to learn that God never turns his back on anyone, we are all his children and he loves us all. He is the father of thousands and Mary is our mother. When you look through the Bible you will see people form all walks of life…committing all sorts of crimes. But you must know that they came back and god forgave them…there are murders and thieves in the Bible, but they all came back and chose the right path. Its never to late…Erik…Never."
"Why now do you decide to give me a religion lesson?"
"Well I was named after a saint… the patron saint of music actually… so I'm always giving religion lessons. But also because you may not like what your fandom is based on."
His eyes narrowed and his blood started to boil Keep calm, keep calm "What is it based on."
"Christine."
He stared at her tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "What about her." He tried to cover the hurt in his voice but she saw it.
"Oh Erik… I'm so sorry…I never should have told you. God, I'm such an idiot. Come here." She grabbed his arm and pulled him into a tight hug. He weaseled his way out of her arms, hoping she didn't see that tears falling.
"Don't touch me…please…if you'd just excuse me." With that he walked away but as he turned to go into his room he could have sworn he saw tears in her eyes too.
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