Disclaimer: erg, in an RPG I own 'em... that has to count for something... at least Erik's toenail...
-SOMEONE LIKE YOU-
...Found Someone Like me...
The girl stirred. She had been unconscious for three days now. And though Erik hated to admit it, he had been getting worried. She had developed a fever that soared so high. Her skin was practically on fire. And then she started to go into seizures. But her fever had broken last night at around one in the morning. And now she looked as if she would wake any minute. He wondered how she would react to his mask.
Her eyes fluttered and opened. The lighting was dim to help her adjust to being awake. Plus, he always liked minimum candlelight.
"Good evening," his angelic voice wrapped around the young girl.
He gave her credit she didn't jump. However, she did slowly sit up so she could look at him.
"You're," her voice croaked. Erik held out a glass of water. She didn't seem to see it so he pressed it to her hand.
"Here," he whispered.
She took the glass and slowly finished it. When she was done, she handed it back to him. "Thank you," she spoke with true gratitude. "Now I know you cannot be one of them."
Erik's eyebrow arched. "One of them?"
"One of the men who were chasing me," she explained.
He nodded slowly and looked at her full in the face. She didn't flinch or seem to notice at all. There was no change on her face.
A smile curled her lips as she looked down modestly before she looked back at him. "Then you saved me?"
"Yes," he said. "I saw you running and made sure the door opened."
She smiled widely. "Then I owe you my extreme gratitude."
The girl leaned foreword and before he knew what she was doing, the girl's arms wrapped around him. He stiffened. The girl was hugging him? The affection was foreign but at the same time, strangely comforting. But how could she not see the mask? He pulled back slowly.
"Your welcome, mon petite," Erik said to the young girl. "What is your name?"
"Dawn, Dawn Mastin. I'm from England," Dawn replied quietly.
"You have an incredible french accent. I never would have known." Erik told her, amazed. He was impressed. It was perfect.
"I am skilled in many languages including English, French, Latin, and Italian," Dawn said.
"How did you learn so many, you don't look that old."
"I'm nineteen and I taught them to myself," Dawn said, looking away. "And you, monsieur," she looked at him again, "do you have a name too?"
He paused. His name was sacred, very few knew it. But from the intelligence he could see in her, he doubt the 'angel of music' story would hold. "I am Erik."
"Erik," she tested the name on her tongue. "What a beautiful name."
No one had ever told him that before. He smiled at her when something finally caught his attention. She wasn't looking directly at him, more in his general direction, or just past him. He glanced over her shoulder but he knew no one was there. Now curious, he looked closer. Her beautiful hazel eyes were covered with a barely noticeable milky film. Carefully, he waved his hand in front of her eyes. No reaction, she didn't even blink. He repeated the action again. Still no reaction. He did it once more for good measure, but was stopped by her iron grip around his wrist. Although she was not as strong as he was, she still was incredibly strong for a woman, let alone a young woman.
"Please don't do that," she whispered as she released his arm. "It makes me feel like a freak."
He knew what she felt and looked at her curiously one more time before stating, "You're blind."
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ERIK: Review or I will make sure all Michael Crawford CDs disappear from the face of the Earth.
CS: He'll do IT!
-SOMEONE LIKE YOU-
...Found Someone Like me...
The girl stirred. She had been unconscious for three days now. And though Erik hated to admit it, he had been getting worried. She had developed a fever that soared so high. Her skin was practically on fire. And then she started to go into seizures. But her fever had broken last night at around one in the morning. And now she looked as if she would wake any minute. He wondered how she would react to his mask.
Her eyes fluttered and opened. The lighting was dim to help her adjust to being awake. Plus, he always liked minimum candlelight.
"Good evening," his angelic voice wrapped around the young girl.
He gave her credit she didn't jump. However, she did slowly sit up so she could look at him.
"You're," her voice croaked. Erik held out a glass of water. She didn't seem to see it so he pressed it to her hand.
"Here," he whispered.
She took the glass and slowly finished it. When she was done, she handed it back to him. "Thank you," she spoke with true gratitude. "Now I know you cannot be one of them."
Erik's eyebrow arched. "One of them?"
"One of the men who were chasing me," she explained.
He nodded slowly and looked at her full in the face. She didn't flinch or seem to notice at all. There was no change on her face.
A smile curled her lips as she looked down modestly before she looked back at him. "Then you saved me?"
"Yes," he said. "I saw you running and made sure the door opened."
She smiled widely. "Then I owe you my extreme gratitude."
The girl leaned foreword and before he knew what she was doing, the girl's arms wrapped around him. He stiffened. The girl was hugging him? The affection was foreign but at the same time, strangely comforting. But how could she not see the mask? He pulled back slowly.
"Your welcome, mon petite," Erik said to the young girl. "What is your name?"
"Dawn, Dawn Mastin. I'm from England," Dawn replied quietly.
"You have an incredible french accent. I never would have known." Erik told her, amazed. He was impressed. It was perfect.
"I am skilled in many languages including English, French, Latin, and Italian," Dawn said.
"How did you learn so many, you don't look that old."
"I'm nineteen and I taught them to myself," Dawn said, looking away. "And you, monsieur," she looked at him again, "do you have a name too?"
He paused. His name was sacred, very few knew it. But from the intelligence he could see in her, he doubt the 'angel of music' story would hold. "I am Erik."
"Erik," she tested the name on her tongue. "What a beautiful name."
No one had ever told him that before. He smiled at her when something finally caught his attention. She wasn't looking directly at him, more in his general direction, or just past him. He glanced over her shoulder but he knew no one was there. Now curious, he looked closer. Her beautiful hazel eyes were covered with a barely noticeable milky film. Carefully, he waved his hand in front of her eyes. No reaction, she didn't even blink. He repeated the action again. Still no reaction. He did it once more for good measure, but was stopped by her iron grip around his wrist. Although she was not as strong as he was, she still was incredibly strong for a woman, let alone a young woman.
"Please don't do that," she whispered as she released his arm. "It makes me feel like a freak."
He knew what she felt and looked at her curiously one more time before stating, "You're blind."
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ERIK: Review or I will make sure all Michael Crawford CDs disappear from the face of the Earth.
CS: He'll do IT!