Alright, here's the Erik pov that you all wanted. Three cheers for blonde Christine!!!
Since I woke up this morning, I was in a bad mood. Between Daroga's constant nagging and the fact that I had to face another day in purgatory; commonly known as High School, today was not starting out as a good day.
Arriving a little early to English, I silently sat in my seat in the far back of the room. I like it better back there. It makes it harder for people to stare during class. Having nothing better to do, I settled on eavesdropping on the gossipers two seats to my right.
"Apparently, there is supposed to be a new kid today."
"Really? I really hope they're not in this class. Then they would have to sit next to the Freak." They both shivered and I felt my blood start to boil. Images of my days as a freak show started flashing in my head. I hated being called a freak. But you are one.
My reverie was broken when the tardy bell rang. As I moved my eyes to the front of the classroom, I found my gaze captured by the most stunning blue eyes. I froze. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of her eyes.
Unable to control my eyes they began to wander over the rest of her. She was gorgeous. Her hair fell like a golden waterfall halfway down her back framing her porcelain colored face. A rose color covered her high cheekbones. Her figure was full and proportionate all the way down to her dainty hands. As I looked her over as whole, I noticed just how delicate she looked. It was like the smallest word could shatter her. She needed a protector. I could do it. I inwardly slapped myself and turned away from her and towards the front.
All throughout class I could practically feel the fear radiating off of her. Why did this realization hurt like a physical wound? Why do I care?
When the bell sounded, the term "saved by the bell" came to mind. I was out of there as fast as my feet would carry me. The next two periods my thoughts were filled with the gorgeous blonde new girl. I could think of nothing but her. I even caught myself thinking about how her hair must be softer than silk. God, I am a monster.
When the lunch bell sounded, I made my way over to my regular table and pulled out my book of emotional studies. Over the regular din of the cafeteria, a voice I recognized as Sorelli said, "Hey guys! This is Christine. Christine, this is Meg, Jammes, Luciana, Fae, and Olive."
I looked up to see the girl from English class standing next to Sorelli. Christine. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. And God, is she beautiful. I gave myself another mental slap for that. This girl has single handedly turned me into a pervert in less than five hours.
She suddenly turned her head up towards me and locked eyes with me. I was getting that drowning feeling again. What scared me was that I liked the feeling.
I was semi-aware when Fae turned her gaze toward me also. I vaguely noted that a smirk claimed her face and she said something to Christine that made her head turn away from me.
I took advantage of my sudden freedom and quickly opened my book to a random page and started reading. The title of the article was: Love at First Sight. As I read through the article, a strange feeling of Dejavu crept over me. Why did all these events sound familiar? Before I could ponder it more the bell rung, marking the end of lunch.
I noted with dismay that Christine was in my gym class. I kept my eyes fixated on the blacktop to keep myself from staring at her loveliness. Mrs. Giry announced we would be running a timed mile. No big deal.
Usually I would give myself motivation to run faster on my last half mile by picturing my pet cat, Ayesha, at the finishing line. As I imagined Ayesha, she suddenly changed into Christine. As if that weren't enough, she was in a wedding dress and smiling at me. I closed my eyes and shook my head and tried to rid my brain of this image, but by the time I put the image out of my head, I was at the finish line. And I found I had run faster than I ever have. As I turned to go back to roll call, I caught eyes with the exact same girl I had just been trying to remove from my thoughts. After, I finally pried my eyes away from hers. I quickly went to roll call. The rest of gym went without incident.
Science was uneventful and easy. Though I could definitely see Mr. Gately's frustration at not being able give me a question I couldn't answer thoroughly and completely.
When Choir finally came, I sat at my usual seat next to the teacher's desk and began to finish my article about Love at First Sight. When I looked up, I was surprised to see Christine sitting in the front row, but I didn't allow myself to gawk at her.
After Mr. Reyer had made his yearly welcome, he went on to explain how the singing tryouts would work. Most of the singers were alright or mediocre, with the exceptions of Fae and Olive, who were excellent singers, and Carlotta, who screeched like a tone deft bird.
When Christine's turn came, I found myself hoping she was terrible so she could at least have one imperfection. She started to sing and I felt my heat stop and then start again racing at an amazing speed. No, she could not be a human. She was an angel. Her pitch was beautiful so pure and her tone sent my spirit soaring. For once in my life I felt like a blessed man, for I had heard an angel sing.
When she stopped singing, my soul was still way up in the clouds along with my brain. All I could do was gape at the most perfect creature to ever walk the earth. She was an angel. My Angel. I mentally slapped myself again. No, she could never be mine. Angels do not associate with Demons.
Before I totally regained composure, the bell marking the end of class rang. And I walked back to Daroga's house in a daze.
As I went to sleep that night, my head was filled with images of Christine and sounds of her angelic voice. Then the weight of the realization that I could never get close to her settled in and I realized that in one day, she had managed to drag me from purgatory to Hell.
Awww.... poor Erik... Review please!!!
