Ange's Chapter Three

Healing


Christine took her husbands hand, kissing it. "What is it, Erik?"

He sobbed. "That damn stubborn mule, he took off my mask!" Erik cried. "The whole class was terrified, they hate me now, Christine."

A great pain hit her as if it had happened to her. "Oh my Erik." She whispered, pulling his weeping form to her breast. "Oh, darling. I'm sorry I was cross with you, no wonder you aren't in a good humor! Did you talk to his mother or father or whomever?"

He shook his head. "By now he'll have told them something dreadful!"

She stiffened knowing he was right. "Then I think, I shall have a little word with our dear boys parents." She said softly. He froze.

"Darling you don't have to do..."

"Nonsense Erik, I will do anything for you, but this cannot go on. The others may recover since they knew of your face but he certainly will not want to understand or come back."

He sighed and nodded weakly against her. He said nothing, just lay in her arms, weak with pain.

She felt her heart give a horrible wrench. "Is there anything I can do make you feel better?"

He sighed a long shuddery sigh. "Just hold me, please, just hold me."

She nodded, kissing his hand and laying there with him on the bed, softly humming.

He began to hum along and she smiled, vocalizing softly. He turned so he could look at her, his eyes red from crying but filled with his love for her.

She stopped and bent down, kissing him slightly. He returned the kiss with an almost bruising force and moved closer to her, beginning to get up when the bell noisily rang downstairs.

"I'll get it, you just stay here and clean yourself up a bit." She kissed him quickly and ran down the stairs, calling for the visitor to wait a moment and finally opening it.

"Hello, Madame, is Monsieur Flancois here?"

She curiously looked at the boy. "Oui young monsieur, but I am afraid he is not in the mood for visitors. Who are you?"

"My name is Dominique Madame, I am one of his students, I came to see how he was for I am worried that he has been hurt."

She smiled at him. "You are very a kind, thoughtful boy, Dominique, would you care to come in? I can see if my husband is feeling better?"

He nodded politely. "Oui, madame. Merci."

She smiled and allowed him in, showing him to the living area. "Wait right here, I will be back soon."

"Oui, Madame."

Christine made her way back up the stairs. "Erik! Erik?"

He came from the study. "Yes, Christine who is it?"

"Dominique from your class, he seems worried for you."

Erik smiled. "Yes, Dominique is the most kind of my class, I shall be down to see him in a moment."

She smiled and kissed his cheek. "I shall tell him."

He grinned wickedly. "Though, I don't know if I can forgive him for interrupting us."

She laughed. "Of course you can! There is time for that later."

She made her way down. "I am glad to say, hearing your name he instantly brightened, Dominique."

Dominique smiled at her, most of his teeth missing. "So he will see me?"

She nodded. "Of course."

He seemed quite happy and so she sat down near him. "You like music, Dominique?"

"Oh yes, my mother used to sing to me before she died, you remind me of her, she had long dark curly hair and green eyes."

She nodded. "I'm sorry."

"She wrote music too. That is also why I am here, I cannot yet play this on my piano, and was wondering if Monsieur Flancois would."

"Why Dominique I would be delighted!" Came Erik's cheery voice from the door.

"Monsieur, you are well?" Dominique asked with genuine interest.

"I am better." he said softly.

"I am truly sorry Peter did that, Monsieur. He had no right."

Erik nervously flexed the fingers of his hand.

"I want you to know, Monsieur, that your face does not frighten me. Mother always told me looks were not important and she was right! You are very kind and very talented."

"Thank you, Dominique." Erik motioned for him to follow him to the piano and he held out his hand for the music by the boys mother. Christine stood near them reading the music. As Erik began to play she sang the words written in an elegant scrawl.

Dominique looked curiously up at her and smiled. He tilted his head, listening to the song and when it finished began to clap. "Madame, I had no idea you had such talent!"

She smiled. "Without Erik it would not be so, he deserves most of the credit."

Erik smiled. "Dominique this is a very lovely song. Would you mind if I made a copy of it?"

"No Monsieur, you may of course how long would it take?"

Christine grinned. "Without staying up to work on it."

Erik chuckled. "I'd say three days, this is not so long."

Dominique nodded and looked at the clock. "I'd better get home, father said to be home at six, and I have quite a walk."

Christine looked at Erik questioningly and he nodded in understanding. "Dominique, would you like a ride home?"

Dominique thought for a moment. "I wouldn't like to trouble you."

Erik shook his head. "It is no trouble at all. Where do you live?"


"Thank you Madame, Monsieur! I shall see you at class!" Dominique called as he ran into his home. His father soon walked out toward the carriage.

"Good evening Monsieur, Madame." He nodded at Christine. "My son has told me about what happened and I am deeply sorry, is there any way I can assist you in working with your class? I specialize in helping people understand differences in others."

Erik smiled. "I would love your help, Monsieur. For I believe my class will be hard to retrieve."

The man smiled. "Worry not, Monsieur, I can help."

Erik smiled and shook the mans hand, they exchanged words and Erik bid him good night.

They returned home and Christine went straight upstairs to change for bed, and was surprised to feel Erik's arms come around her waist.

"Now... Where were we?"


I know, it's shorter but randr anyhow.In the Light of the Moon Chapter three is almost finished.