Chapter Three
Meg looked around Erik's underground house in great wonder. It was rather messy, but he was in the process of reconstructing it. Her eyes went wide as she saw a beautiful bed that was starting to be developed. It was very unique. Somehow he had made the shape of the bed in the shape of half a clam and it had a long piece of wood sticking out of it as well. She gave it a curious look. She knew when Erik was done with the bed; it was going to be beautiful.
He had proved to be a rather accomplish musician, writer, architect, and composer. She did not know why he did not give his music to the writer's above. The Opera would probably have better plays to produce if he did, and they would make more money. Meg had suggested for him to do that. He had just chuckled and said that his music was unworthy for such things. The girl rolled her eyes when he said that. His work was amazing. She hoped that one day she will be able convince him to follow his dream. She could tell that he wanted to be a famous composer; even though he was not ready to admit that to her yet.
Erik studied the curious woman before him. Apparently, she was determined to discover every room in his house. He did not mind if she did though. He never had visitors with the exception of Annette. The only place he would not allow her to see would be his torture chambers. That was a big NO! He did not want her to die or go insane, nor did he want that to happen to him because then he would have to get her out of there and that would not be pleasant.
He smiled as she looked at the bed he was in the process of making. He was not done with it yet because he did not know what else he wanted done with the head board. He loved the half clam. He just was not sure what else he wanted on the bed.
"So what else do you do besides all this?" Meg asked him in a slight tone of disbelief. She could not believe that he was so talented!
"Well, when I want to relax I like to go read in the library," he replied.
Meg's eyes lit up. "You have a library?!"
Erik nodded.
"Can you take me to it? I LOVE to read books!"
The black haired man stared at her in shock. He was happy to find someone who had similar interests like he did. He extended his hand to her. "It would be my pleasure, Madam," he said. A smile crept upon his face.
Meg laughed and took his hand. Erik took a few steps forward and led the young blond to his library. He hoped she would not get too over whelmed. He had a rather nice collection of books that Annette had bought him throughout the years.
When they reached the doors to the library, he told her to close her eyes. To his delight she obeyed! He opened the doors then he took her hands and led her up a few steps. "Keep your eyes shut," He said in a gentle tone. He lit several candles and smiled.
"May I open them now?" Meg questioned.
"Not yet," he replied. He still had a few more candles that needed to be lit.
A minute passed. The young ballerina impatiently tapped her foot. "NOW?" she asked desperately.
Erik closed his eyes. He hoped Meg would like the library. It was the best place for him to think at. "All right. Now!"
Meg's eyes flew opened. "Wow!" She exclaimed. Books and candle light were everywhere. She felt like she had stepped back in time into a castle's library. She was going to have a fun time reading all these books. She just had one question: where was she supposed to start?
Time began to pass. She and Erik began to talk more and more and became even greater friends. He made her so happy. She was able to be herself around him, and he was so kind and gentle towards her. It was very difficult to find a man who treated a woman like he did in her time! She hoped that if she were to ever marry it would be a man like him.
A few days before her birthday, Meg was cleaning some dishes when a loud noise made her stop what she was doing. She began to look around. Who on earth was here besides her and Erik? She heard a female voice calling the name of her male friend. Meg peered into the darkness. She let out a gasp. Her mother was here and she was pregnant!
