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Emilie pulled away after wrestling out of the arms, "Angel?!" Emilie looked up at the red clad man, Erik put a gloved finger to the girl's lips. "What were you doing? They could have caught you!" Emilie whispered. "Erik," he said as he looked past her onto Raoul who was just swinging at an illusion, "what?" she whispered, Erik looked down his eyes nearly glowing blue. "My name is Erik Destler," Emilie nodded, unsure of what to say, "E-Erik," she said, looking up at him, "why did you kill Joseph?" Erik hugged Emilie comfortingly. Emilie closed her eyes in content, "I love you," Erik inhaled sharply, "Em-," Erik went to look down at her, but was met with a soft kiss. Erik's eyes closed and before he could stop himself, he placed a hand on her cheek. Then, when Emilie lightly brushed her fingers against his mask accidently, Erik quickly pulled away. "I-I'm sorry, I-," Emilie smiled sadly before walking quickly away, Erik couldn't form words.
"Emilie!" Jon called out, his light brown hair in a mess, his hazel eyes shown behind his checkered mask. "Are you alright?" Jon looked her over, "yes, I'm fine," Madame Giry walked up to her. "Oh Emilie, you're still not out of your costume? I told you to get changed!" Giry took Emilie away, "Emilie," she started, "he's not the man you think he is," Emilie looked at her, confused. "Emilie, he's dangerous-," Emilie cut in, "what about Christine?" Madame Giry sighed, "she knows this, you know this, you need to stay away from him, even more so now that you have confessed your love to him." Emilie turned away, fiddling with her hat, busying herself with taking off her makeup, looking down, Emilie saw a red rose with a black ribbon. "Emilie, did you see anything unusual?" Madame Giry asked, Emilie tried to think. Suddenly, red eyes shown themselves behind her eyelids, Joseph's dead body, bloody sharp teeth. Emilie gripped the vanity, her heart drummed in her chest, Madame Giry handed Emilie a small leather covered book. Emilie looked through it, all of them articles, reading them, they sounded similar to Joseph's death, Emilie looked at the gash at Joseph's neck and the same one was in all the pictures in the articles. "Giry," the woman looked to Emilie, "I'm scared," Giry nodded, "what is he?" Giry took the book that the girl held out, looking at the tears that threatened to fall, "créature de la nuit, a creature of the night," Emilie picked up the rose. "Here," she said and handed Emilie a silver pendant, "this is for you," Emilie nodded.
Erik started sketching, throwing away the ones that were terrible, growling in frustration. He couldn't get a good drawing, sighing, he touched his lips, it was short and sweet. The look she gave him though, was sad, that's right, he told her that he loves Christine. What has he done? Christine believes him to be just a dangerous man, and well she wasn't far off, Emilie seemed like she didn't care who he was, just as long as he knew she loved him. It pained him. Why? He didn't have the answer, on this earth for nearly sixty years, stopped aging at thirty, looking like he was in his late twenties. He was damned to walk this earth for all eternity for what he was born as. Erik wanted to rip his hair out, how is it that his love for Christine's innocence has turned to Emilie's dark beauty. Erik went up to go see his raven, no more angels, Emilie was his raven and Christine was a songbird. He saw her at her vanity, brushing the curls out of her hair, the makeup gone and she was in her night clothes. She sighed as she looked at the rose, "Erik," she whispered and twirled the flower, laying in her bed, sh placed it on her chest. As she fell into sleep, she smiled as she heard a violin.
