Ok here you are another chapter of the Twins. Hope you enjoy.

Disclamier: I own nothing and my fingers hurt.


Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor

Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender

Turn your head away from the garish light of day

Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night

The music and the voice flowed into the bedroom where Rina and Remus where still coming to. "Do you feel like a carriage has just hit you?" Remus asked, putting a hand to his head.

"Yes" was his sisters muffled reply. "Well come on we better go see what is going on" Remus said, starting to climb out of the bed. "Wait" Rina commanded. "What?"

Remus sat back down beside his sister as she leaned back against the backboard of the bed. "Was it me or did the man from last night seem familiar?" she asked.

Well come to think of it, yes he did. Almost like he came from a dream he thought as he replied "Yes." His sister only nodded, but he knew she thought the man came from a dream too.

They stared at one another for a moment then they both got off the bed and wondered out into the large craven. Looks like last night was no dream Rina thought as she noticed a man sitting at the organ.

Erik could hear them walk out into the cave. They need to learn to walk silently he thought, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly.

"Come here" Erik said, knowing that when he said that they would jump, frightened with being acknowledged, but when he turned around they were just looking intently at him.

They obediently came, stopping behind the organ bench. Erik turned around and almost started to laugh. They both looked … well it wasn't good what ever it was.

Quickly stifling the laughter he stood up and inspected them closely. Their brown-blonde hair, their shape hazel eyes and he even noticed both of their scares.

Humm, both similar, yet so very unique, this will be if nothing else an interesting day he thought. "You know about the angel of music?" that seemed the safest path to take right now.

He was right of course, as both children visually relaxed. "Yes we know about the angel of music" Remus said. Boy these kids are like closed vaults, they aren't giving away anything Erik thought as he realized they were studying him.

"What is your name monsieur ange?" Rina asked. The question caught Erik off guard. Nobody not even Christine had ever asked what his name was. It was a miracle he could remember it.

"You may call me Instituteur" he said dryly, he was not going to tell them his name. "Yes, that's fine and well, but I did not ask what could we call you, I asked what was your name, monsieur" Rina stated plainly.

"I agree with my petit soeur. What is your name? You know ours" Remus said. These two are to smart for their own goods he thought, but he smiled mentally.

"Erik" they looked at one another confused. "What?" "You asked for my name and you got it. My name is Erik" he said. "Oh" was the only reply he got.

Ok this is going to be harder then I thought. It's like I'm going against myself. I need to think about how to go about doing this he thought. As he found himself in a staring contest with them another thought crossed his mind. They could be yours.

He almost shook his head, but refrained. No they can not be mine Christine would have killed any of my own spawn. They would have probably looked horrible.

"You should go to sleep" Erik said as he turned back to the organ. "Why?" Rina asked. "It is late and you both need sleep" he stated dryly. Well they couldn't deny the truth could they.

"Fine" they both said and they turned and started to walk back towards the room they had just come from. But they stopped before they went in and in quiet whispers they said "Nous aimer tu ange de musique, binne nuit" and walked into the room.

Erik almost didn't hear them, but he had and it warmed his heart. He waited until he was sure they were in the bedroom before he said quietly "Je aimer tu trop, mon anges de musique."