Erik paced in his study. He seemed to do this more lately. In fact, he hadn't done it in more than a hundred years. Why didn't he just do what had first flitted across his black and greasy mind? His voice could have seduced her. In her misery he could have seduced her and then be close enough to play on her feelings and get his opera and the school. He had given her a pity kiss and despite the ugly words that have polluted her mouth before, her lips were sweet. Erik growled. This will not do! He glanced at the black cherry wood grandfather clock that was against the wall. 5'o clock a.m.
Late, but he had gone many days without sleep before so one night will not hurt. He sat down in his chair and began to think on how to get the opera and school.
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Celeste opened her tear-crusted eyes. She felt like crying again, but felt cried out. She grabbed a pair of black Palazzo pants and a black silk blouse and walked into her bathroom. She unwrapped the bandage that was on her head. Her right temple was bruised and the bluish-purple showed up against her pale skin. Sighing Celeste tapped it. Pain shot though her. She winced and turned to the shower.
When she came downstairs an hour later, showered, dressed, but not feeling any better, she saw that the staff was waiting. She smiled faintly. "Don't worry everything with go on. You will still have your jobs."
There was a chorus of 'thank yous' and 'I'm so sorry about Mr. DeCanty.' She nodded and continued on to her father's office. Robert followed. "Miss, do you think it is wise for you to torture yourself by coming in here?"
Celeste wondered that herself as she looked around the office. "Robert, I loved my father very much. And people my think I'm heartless with what I'm going to say and to do. I don't want to grieve like I did with my mother. Her leavening then her death. My father will have the best funeral. Small but elegant. Not many guests. I also what this done soon. No waiting. I don't know the future of DeCanty's Music Academy, but he will not put it in jeopardy."
Robert shook his head. "No miss, I don't think you heartless. Remember I have been working here for ten years. I quite understand."
"Thank you Rob. Now I need to make some calls." Celeste sat down at the oak desk and picked up the phone.
"Very well, Miss, is there anything I can get you?" he said as he was fixing to leave.
"Just some toast and tea." She said as she dialed a number.
Robert nodded and closed the doors behind him.
"Hello? Mr. Gradient. I-" Celeste choked then swallowed, "I need to purchase a…coffin."
Short I know, but more of a filler. I know I shouldn't do this but I'm writing several chapters of this story at once and it's driving me nuts! Hope you like though and continue to R&R!