I do not own Phantom of the Opera
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His eyes widened dramatically as I stepped towards him. I automatically withdrew my raised hand. Of course he wouldn't want a monster like me touching him. Stubborn little brat I just wanted to help him, I thought maliciously. I once again raised my arm, closing in on him.
"No-no no no, I can do it myself", the boy pleaded as he held out his good arm, trying to keep me at bay.
My nostrils flared in anger. "What is it little boy? Do you shrink away in fear because you think me a monster", I questioned menacingly, taking yet again another step forward. The boy was now pinned between me and the granite counter.
"Please don't-just don't", he begged almost in tears. What?! I screamed in my head. What about me is making this child cry!? Would he do the same if I was normal? He has not even seen my face how could he know?
All these questions popped into my head one after another notching my anger higher and higher. Finally I snapped.
The sound of ripping material bounced throughout the chamber. Buttons flew in all directions hitting me, the counter and even flying behind me to land in the filling tub.
His eyes widened almost as if to accommodate the surge of tears that now filled them. A scream tore its way from his horror filled jaw. He swiftly spun himself away from me squatting on the ground sobbing.
A bandage completely covered the boys back and most likely his chest as well. I slowed my anger-filled breath and my eyes softened in enlightenment. I slowly joined the sobbing boy squatting on ground.
"I am sorry I frightened you, I had simply though you were being stubborn", I whispered gently. His sobs continued but soon began to slow. "I know how scary it can be being hurt, but I want to help you", I continued putting my hand gently on his shoulder.
He flinched but allowed my hand to stay where it was. Soon his shoulders stilled and his sobs turned to light sniffles. I let out a silent sigh of relief. "You are going to have to let me see it", I informed gently.
His head shook violently in the negative. My temper flared, but I clamped down on the feeling not wanting to scare him anymore. "Please don't be difficult. Whatever is ailing you will only get worse and since I have taken you in as my ward I will not allow you to become sick", I continued more sternly.
"Sir please its- I am not- just please don't", he stuttered. My temper flared again but stronger making my eyes narrow. "Child I am not giving you an option", I half growled. The boy whipped his head around his wide eyes fixed on me in horror.
"Don't give me that look. You act like I am going to kill you", I muttered reaching for where the filthy bandage was sloppily tied. His hand darted out to grab mine. "Please! I am not hurt", he beseeched desperately.
I simply raised my eyebrow in irritation. He must have taken that as a sign to explain, because his face soon became the scene of an inwards battle. Finally he must have given in to one of the battling thoughts because he let out a deep sigh and brought his attention to my eyes as if looking for something to trust in.
Great this was going to be difficult. I would have better luck getting La Carlotta to sing well then getting anyone, much less this boy, to trust me. Of course why would I expect anyone to trust such a disgusting distorted soul such as-?
"I don't know why, but I feel like I can trust you", he said softly letting go of my wrist. My mind blanked, I didn't know what to say so I merely nodded stupidly.
He bit his lip nervously, before gulping in a large amount of air. "Let'sjustsayit'seasierbeingaboyonthestreetsthenagirl", he whispered swiftly, not meeting my eyes.
It took a second for me to figure out what he had said. It took me half a minute for what he had said to sink in. It took less than a second for a fiery blush to seize my face. We stared at each other silently with matching red faces. She seemed to be holding her breath to see what I would do.
"So-sorry" I said turning away from her to see the tub almost overflowing. I silently cursed and rushed to turn off the knobs.
With the tub no longer threatening to throw water all over the floor my mind once again turned to the moment at hand. She still had not said anything. My mind was also drawing a blank. What was I suppose to say?
I had watched the stage crew men interacting with the ballet rats, but they were always crude and disgusting towards them. That's not how I wanted to treat her, but I had never talked with a girl before.
I snuck a glance towards her and saw the grace hidden under the layers of muck on her face. She was in all likelihood beautiful under all of the grime.
I needed to get out of the bathroom.
I was about to turn and leave when a hand snuck out grabbing a hold of my jacket sleeve. "Um Sir? I turned to see the source of the noise clutching at the cuff of my jacket. I raised a curious brow, causing her to bite her lip.
"I hate to trouble you anymore but I need help", she murmured, gluing her eyes to the floor. I slowly nodded. "Wh-what?" I stopped, clearing my throat before continuing, "What can I assist you in?"
She blushed heavily. "Well I can't get my pants undone, and I can't untie the bandages". My face turned red again as my thoughts turned south.
Being seventeen, I was well accustomed with these thoughts, but for God's sake Erik get a hold of yourself. You said you were going to take care of this girl therefore you will take care of her, I mentally chided myself.
I got a hold of my thoughts, and the blush that was infecting my ability to think. I then nodded solemnly, forcing my hands slowly to the buttons on her pants. Soon they were undone.
Unfortunately she was so thin from hunger that they slid off her frame and on to the ground.
I was relieved to find that the bandages extended all the way to her knees, but the tightly wrapped bandages left little to the imagination.
I took a deep breath before I reached to the tie on her side and began to work out the knot. Soon I held in my hand two untied strands of bandage.
Swiftly I turned myself away from her, letting go of the bandages. The sound of the bathroom door swinging open and slamming shut soon echoed throughout my lair. I pressed my back to the bathroom door before sliding down to sit on the floor.
The sound of bandages hitting the floor and relieved sighs soon had me up rapidly walking away from the door.
I needed to do something—anything to keep my mind from the naked girl who was bathing in my bathtub.
I shortly found my feet turning toward the part of the cave I used as a kitchen. She will inevitably be hungry when she is done, I thought.
I, before long, found the loaf of bread I had taken from the Opera's kitchen and a knife in my hand. I settled down to make a meal when the light sounds of a song began to filter its way out from the bathroom.
I paused listening, it was not half bad and definitely had some potential, I thought. My mind once again turn south as I listened.
I feverishly returned to the task at hand as I began hacking the bread into slices.
I flinched. Pain began to prick along the length of my left pointer finger. I brought the stinging appendage to my face to see a line a red. I promptly stuck it in my mouth sucking the blood off.
My brows soon quirked in annoyance. What was wrong with me? It's not like this is the first time I have ever seen a girl.
Wrong Erik, this is the first time you have actually talked to a girl you have seen, my mind argued. No, I talk to Madam Giry frequently, I argued back. I paused the mental debate already sensing that it was pointless.
One thought swiftly rose above the rest squirming in my head.
What had I gotten myself into?
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