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Soul Song

"Erik? Come try this for me?" Christine requested in a cheerful tone.

Erik lifted his head from where he was sitting on the couch and squinted. "What is it?"

"Something I made! I don't cook often because well, vampire and all, but you eat!" Christine gushed from a spot that Erik assumed was the kitchen.

He carefully stood up and made his way over to the kitchen slowly. He didn't have the couple's apartment layout memorized yet and trended cautiously lest he bump into something.

It's been two weeks since Erik had asked Raoul a bunch of questions about vampires and he learned a lot. The biggest shock had been to learn that it was Mr. de Chagny who had attacked him in the first place. He didn't hold it against him, humans are the prey of lots of animals and vampires were among them. Sure it wouldn't have been great if he had gotten bitten, but at least it would have done something. Feed the predator and all that.

From Raoul's explanation, Erik was safe from being bitten, at least by them. Erik had wanted to ask if it was the same towards other vampires but the boy seemed unsettled by the topic if the numbness of Erik's hand from the vampire's grip was anything to go by, so he changed the topic.

Lately, the couple has asked that Erik spent time at their apartment and each time they were able to convince him to stay longer. Erik had been reluctant at first, it was never easy to learn a new place, but he also had a feeling that they were stressed and complied with their wishes.

Nadir had told him about the murder of a women that had been completely drained of blood. He was on the force to catch the killer. Since Nadir knew about the couple, he had, of course, suspected them, but Erik was able to convince him that it couldn't have been them. From what they have told Erik, they didn't kill when they fed, and certainly didn't seem like the type to do it cruelly. He wasn't stupid, he knew very well that they could've lied to him, but something told Erik that everything they had said about themselves was true. Sometimes, Erik wondered if it was because of the mate thing.

Erik didn't know why or how, but both vampires seem confident that Erik was it, though he had a hard time imagining it because he has never done relationships. Being asexual had nothing to do with it, he simply never found anyone that he thought of like that.

Then Miss Daae and Mr. de Chagny show up and not only tell him that they are vampires, but he is also their mate.

It is strange to say the least.

Erik suspects that while the couple might not be the ones that murdered the woman, they had an idea of who it might be. Their requests for him to be around them and/or them finding ways to be with him were proof enough of that. For the most part, they acted the same, but Erik could feel a light tension in the air around them wherever they went which put him off.

If they were afraid, things were serious.

"What did you make?" Erik asked as he entered the kitchen but stayed in the doorway. He had a good idea of what it was based off the smell.

"Chicken!" Christine announced cheerfully. He could hear her off to the right and heard her footsteps come towards him.

He reached out slowly and was met by Christine's hand which guided him over to the stove. He could feel the slight heat it gave off but knew that the flame itself was unlit.

"This might sound a little patronizing but it's not!" Christine began.

Erik raised an eyebrow. "You want to feed me?"

He could tell he got it correct by the way Christine shifted her feet. For a couple vampires that were over a century old, they were sure easy to read.

"Only if it's okay with you!" Christine stated, sounding uneasy that she had insulted him. "I just…you're not…I mean…never mind, I'm shutting up."

Usually, he would be insulted by someone thinking that he couldn't feed himself because he was blind but knew that it hadn't been Christine's intention. Plus her reaction was amusing.

As a result, he shrugged. "It's fine. You can, I cannot exactly tell where the food is."

"Oh! Okay, that's fine. Open your mouth."

Erik did as she asked and waited. He heard her move around in front of him then felt the fork and chicken on his lip. He took the fork in his mouth and brought the chicken piece off.

Instantly, he regretted it because it tasted awful, and, he was positive, slightly undercooked.

He brought his hand to cover his mouth and forced himself to chew. He didn't want to hurt Christine's feelings by telling her it was bad, and he was confident that the chicken wasn't undercooked enough to make him sick.

"It's good." Erik stated, he could tell that it might not have sounded as strong as he had planned.

"It's awful isn't it?" Christine sighed.

Erik could hear her put down what was probably the fork. "You can spit it out, I won't be upset. Here."

A napkin was placed in Erik's hand and he used it to get rid of the chicken piece. "You sound upset."

"I wanted to make something nice for you. I don't know what went wrong, I followed all the instructions." Christine remarked, half to herself.

"The fact that you tried is enough for me." Erik offered sincerely.

Christine let out another sigh. "Want pizza?"

"That will be fine." Erik smiled.

Christine went into the other room to go order the pizza and Erik found himself tapping on the countertop. He recognized the beat and forced himself to stop. It was the same song that has been plaguing his mind for a few months now. He has been able to get most of it written down but parts of it remain hidden from him.

He could hear Christine's voice from the living room and decided to try to get more words out of the music.

He carefully walked over to where he knew the dining table was. His hand out in front of him hit the back of a chair and he grasped it and pulled it out. He swept his hand down the seat, making sure nothing was on it and sat down.

The table in front of him wasn't as big as a grand piano, but Erik could work with it. He placed his hands on top of the table and began to play the notes that were echoing in his head. As his fingertips tapped lightly on the wooden table he heard the notes respond in his head.

"Say you'll share with me, one love. One lifetime." Erik sang softly, not wanting to disturbed Christine. "Lead me, save me from my solitude."

"Say you want me with you here, beside you."

Erik jerked at the sound of Christine's voice singing behind him. He hadn't realized that she had come in.

"Miss Daae—" he began, but was cut off by a pair of hands resting on his shoulders.

"How much have you completed?" She asked, her curls falling around his head.

The question and tone made Erik paused. It made her seem like she had known about the song already, and her voice had sounded almost…pleading.

"There are a few parts that remain unfinished. It's frustrating to say the least." Erik replied, moving a curl that had begun to tickle away from his face.

"Can I hear what you have? Will you sing it for me?"

"How do you know that line?" Erik countered, shifting in his chair to face towards Christine. "I have not played the music for anyone."

Christine slide her hands off his shoulders and Erik heard her take a step back.

"When you told us to stay away…we didn't exactly do that."

Erik raised his eyebrow. "You spied on me?"

"Technically yes, but only at your shop." Christine answered sheepishly. "But you have to remember that we literally crave being in your presence. When you had told us to leave you alone, we did, but we used the available loop hole. If you had meant it, we wouldn't have been able to get close."

Erik thought about that for a moment. He knew that he felt a sort of pull that urge him to be near them, but he was also able to ignore it for the most part. He didn't want to know what it must feel like for the couple that have told him it was must worst. Mr. de Chagny, having been on both sides as a mate and vampire, especially emphasized the difference.

"Alright." Erik conceded. "You listened to me play, how much of it do you know?"

"Only that part, I'm afraid, but wait here."

Erik heard her leave the room and, having nothing better to do, waited. Soon, he heard her footsteps returning but something was making her steps heavier.

"Here, I know it's not a grand piano but it's what we have." Christine stated, placing the object on the table, causing a small thud.

Erik reached forward and his fingers met with plastic keys.

"A keyboard? Better than nothing." Erik remarked, placing his hands on top of the keys. He played a few notes to find out the music it could play. It wouldn't be a direct replica of how the song sounded while on a grand piano, but it would be pleasant enough.

He began to play the music that he's gotten a hold on. He didn't want to sing for this because he hadn't gotten all the lyrics but let the music encompass the air around them through the keys. The music had been completed, that much Erik had been able to get done, it was the words that continued to escape him.

As he came to a close, Erik heard the front door unlocking. He played the last note as Mr. de Chagny called out for them.

"We're in here!" Christine called out and Raoul's footsteps could be heard coming their way.

"Hey, what are you doing in here? Is that chicken?"

"My failed attempt at chicken, don't ask." Christine replied. "And Erik was playing some music."

"Oh? What kind?" Raoul asked, getting closer.

"A song that has been stuck in my head and something the two of you have apparently listened in on." Erik answered, playing the first few keys again.

"Ah, Christine told you about that huh?" Raoul cleared his throat. "Have you finished it?"

"Music yes, lyrics no. Words are giving me some trouble."

"Can I hear it? I know you just played it for Christine, but I like listening to you." Raoul suggested.

Erik shrugged. "We are waiting for pizza anyway."

Again he began to play the music, letting it flow from his mind to his hands. However, this time something happened.

No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eye fears

I'm here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you.

Erik had been startled when Raoul began to sing, but what was more surprising was the fact that the words seemed to flow and fit perfectly with the song. Without a doubt in Erik's mind, these were the right words for the song.

Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears

I'm here, with you, beside you, To guard you and to guide you.

Christine's voice joined in when Raoul stopped. Again the words were perfect and Erik continued to play, memorizing each and every word being sung.

Say you'll love me every waking moment, Turn my head with talk of summertime.

Say you need me with now and always, Promise that all you say is true.

That's all I ask of you

Erik didn't know where the words came from but here he was, suddenly adding his own voice into the music. But, again, it felt perfect.

Let me be your shelter, Christine sang.

Let me be you light, your safe no one will find you, Raoul sang than Christine took the next part.

Your fears are far behind you

All I want is freedom. Christine finished.

A world with no more night. Erik added. With you, always beside me,

To hold me and to hide me. Christine added.

Raoul started before Christine had finished, his voice getting more passionate along with the raise of the tempo of the music.

Than say you'll share with us, one love, one lifetime.

Let us lead you from your solitude.

Erik had a feeling that they were focused on him, this belief confirmed when Christine rested her hands on his shoulders before she sang again.

Say you'll need us with you, here beside you.

Anywhere you go, let us go too.

Together Raoul and Christine sang.

That's all we ask of you.

Say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime. Erik sang, joining in.

Say the word and I will follow you.

Raoul and Christine merged their voices with Erik's.

Share each day with me, each night each morning.

Say you love me,

You know I do.

Anywhere you go, let me go to.

Love me, that's all I ask of you.

Erik let the rest of the song linger, playing the late note before stopping completely by removing his hands for the keys. It became dead silent with no music playing.

Erik was the one to eventually break the silence.

"How did we—?"

"We brought our song to life!" Christine beamed, startling Erik.

Erik frowned. "What song?"

"Our soul song! It music that is only able to be heard by vampires and their mates! Never before has it been brought into reality, at least not that anyone has heard or knows about. And it was all thanks to you!" Christine explained, squeezing Erik's shoulders.

Erik's frown deepened. "What did I do?"

"You wrote the music." Raoul explained. "Soul songs are there in your mind, but are never concrete. You were able to shape the music into an actual song, and when you played it, our words came forward."

"But…" Erik tapped his finger on the table a few times. "There was a part that I have been singing but it wasn't in this."

"That could have been a plea song." Christine answered. "I've read that it can sometimes happen when the mate is fighting the pull, it calls the attention of the vampire."

"That's how we knew that you weren't serious about telling us to leave you alone. We had heard you singing it and recognized it as our song." Raoul added.

Erik stopped tapping his fingers. It was all a little confusing to him, but what part of their relationship wasn't? What he did know what that nothing felt wrong about the song they had played, and something told him that without a doubt the song was theirs.

Later, Erik was grabbing his cane and opening it up while he stood in front of the door.

"Can't you stay the night?" Raoul complained off to the side where the kitchen was.

Erik grinned. "With what items? Plus I live down the complex, it's not like it'll be long until you see me again."

"No, you are right." Christine stated. "We are excited about what happened earlier I guess."

Their song, yes, apparently it was a big deal in their world.

"You'll see me tomorrow. By which at this point is more like today." Erik stated teasingly.

"Right. Goodnight Erik." Christine concluded and he could hear the smile in her voice.

Erik nodded and opened the door. "Goodnight you two."

He walked out of the apartment and headed towards his own. It had rained earlier so the sidewalk had a bit of mud on it, but nothing that would cause Erik to slip.

Erik got to his apartment and opened the door. It was quiet inside but Erik figured that Nadir would be asleep.

What was strange was the lack of Ayesha's bell collar approaching to greet him as she always did.

With a frown, Erik entered his apartment and closed the door behind him.

"Nadir?" He called out, placing his things into the bowl by the door and closing his cane.

There was no reply and nothing that gave Ayesha's presence away. Erik walked further into the apartment and suddenly he felt a chill go down his spill, the ends of his hair standing up.

He froze in place, not knowing what was in his apartment, but knew that he had to get out quickly.

Just as that thought entered his mind, he was grabbed from behind. Erik tried to throw them off balance by falling willingly, but they countered and within seconds Erik was on his knees with his hands behind his back. The hands holding him were freezing cold and dread washed over Erik as he suspected who was in his apartment.

Or rather what.

A cold hand grasped his hair and jerked his head back. He cringed at the touch, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt someone place their nose to his neck.

"Ah, here we go!" a female voice crackled. "Here's the mate!"

Erik didn't have time to react because the next second, something hard hit his head and then nothing.

Lol! Well I really hoped you enjoyed that little ride in the chapter! Going from a happy time to a cliff hanger! Guess who the female mystery vampire is yet? Leave a review if you enjoyed! Next chapter will be in Erik's POV then switches to Nadir! You'll see why next chapter! ;)