A/N: Ok guys we're rounding the home stretch here....*people scream in
protest, they pick up tomatoes as warning* Just kidding! *Hold hands up in
surrender* Ok I'll write more! *Laboring over hot laptop*
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Erik had left her in her dream. He was no longer needed, or so he argued. He had to escape away from her. His feelings were clear for her, but his mind was still muddled with thoughts that could not be put into words. He had sung a song that had not been vocalized in many long years. It echoed through his heart. How could he not remember the night he took Christine into his lair and enchanted her with his song? Well...enchanted wasn't the correct word. More like stunned. Christine had never heard anything like it, but with Christina it was different. She was used to hearing those kinds of things from her grandmother. She had been captivated with his mouth as it had moved with the words. Even though she could see him in her dreams she still touched his shoulder or his hand. She was not repulsed by him, a creature of darkness. He knew she was also curious about his face and his mask, but she had not even made a move to examine his face closer. He did not know whether to take comfort in that or not.
Christina's eyes flew open to the usual darkness. She could sleep no longer. The dream had been so vivid, and his touch was so tender. Her heart was beating rapidly. She had to go to him! Her mind suddenly cleared. She was still getting well. She couldn't risk catching cold again. She settled her head back into the soft pillows. She would go to him when she was well again and no longer after that. Christina's fingers reached up to feel the ring he had given her, it still hung on the chain around her neck. It gave off a comforting smooth feeling. Her eyes closed once more heavy with weariness.
Erik turned a page in Christine's book of poems. She had written more than a hundred poems and songs down. Her own notes graced the lines in between each. She shared how much each poem meant to her, or where she had acquired it from. He glanced back to the page where she had written his song down. All the title said was; Erik's Song. A small note had been written underneath the song. It said: My Teacher's masterpiece. He squinted at something that was smudged on the bottom of the page. It looked to be an old yellowed spot. A tear drop had fallen there. He looked at it in horror, suddenly finding many more of those spots on that page. He buried his face in his hands, and the book fell forgotten on the stone floor. Christine had wept over that song. "I'm sorry Christine," He said, a tear coursing down his cheek. "I didn't mean to cause you pain," He whispered. He realized how manipulative he'd been. Kidnapping her, and forcing her to do things she should not have had to do. He slammed his palm against the stone, causing pain to shoot up his arm. But the pain did not shake him from his mental anguish. He realized the immensity of what he had done to the poor girl. She had just been a child, and he had made her grow up to fast. No he had never violated her completely, but he had come close. He had thought he was invincible, but sweet charming Christine had disarmed him. He had to move on some how. When he did give his heart to Christina he would have to give it all to her...
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Erik had left her in her dream. He was no longer needed, or so he argued. He had to escape away from her. His feelings were clear for her, but his mind was still muddled with thoughts that could not be put into words. He had sung a song that had not been vocalized in many long years. It echoed through his heart. How could he not remember the night he took Christine into his lair and enchanted her with his song? Well...enchanted wasn't the correct word. More like stunned. Christine had never heard anything like it, but with Christina it was different. She was used to hearing those kinds of things from her grandmother. She had been captivated with his mouth as it had moved with the words. Even though she could see him in her dreams she still touched his shoulder or his hand. She was not repulsed by him, a creature of darkness. He knew she was also curious about his face and his mask, but she had not even made a move to examine his face closer. He did not know whether to take comfort in that or not.
Christina's eyes flew open to the usual darkness. She could sleep no longer. The dream had been so vivid, and his touch was so tender. Her heart was beating rapidly. She had to go to him! Her mind suddenly cleared. She was still getting well. She couldn't risk catching cold again. She settled her head back into the soft pillows. She would go to him when she was well again and no longer after that. Christina's fingers reached up to feel the ring he had given her, it still hung on the chain around her neck. It gave off a comforting smooth feeling. Her eyes closed once more heavy with weariness.
Erik turned a page in Christine's book of poems. She had written more than a hundred poems and songs down. Her own notes graced the lines in between each. She shared how much each poem meant to her, or where she had acquired it from. He glanced back to the page where she had written his song down. All the title said was; Erik's Song. A small note had been written underneath the song. It said: My Teacher's masterpiece. He squinted at something that was smudged on the bottom of the page. It looked to be an old yellowed spot. A tear drop had fallen there. He looked at it in horror, suddenly finding many more of those spots on that page. He buried his face in his hands, and the book fell forgotten on the stone floor. Christine had wept over that song. "I'm sorry Christine," He said, a tear coursing down his cheek. "I didn't mean to cause you pain," He whispered. He realized how manipulative he'd been. Kidnapping her, and forcing her to do things she should not have had to do. He slammed his palm against the stone, causing pain to shoot up his arm. But the pain did not shake him from his mental anguish. He realized the immensity of what he had done to the poor girl. She had just been a child, and he had made her grow up to fast. No he had never violated her completely, but he had come close. He had thought he was invincible, but sweet charming Christine had disarmed him. He had to move on some how. When he did give his heart to Christina he would have to give it all to her...