A/n: I've gotten a review or two saying I've got kinda short chapters. I'll agree,they were pretty short. Don't worry all,they'll get longer. I gurantee it. Oh,and by the way,I still only own Pearl...unfortunatly..not that I'm complaining of course. Owning Pearl is the first step to owning Erik? O.o;; on with the story.
I'd dreaded telling Pearl about that boy,Madeleine's first child and son,my daughter's half brother. I had never regretted having Pearl,but I came close that day! I wanted to keep her completely ignorant of the world she was born into,but someday,I realized,I wouldn't be there to protect her. She must learn, and I couldn't keep the identity of Erik secret any longer. Good lord,even His name held Pearl already. To my knowledge,she had only overheard Melinda and I fighting once,but I had a sneaking suspicion she was listening at my keyholes. After all,her brother could move silently and I was certain she could as well! Their bodies were built in much the same manner,and Pearl,too,moved with an inhuman grace.
I dared not let anything near her,other than Charles,that could spark her imagination. I remembered all too well what Marie had told me Erik did to Madeleine with just his voice,Pearl could have easily pulled off a similar trick more than likely. Unfortunatly,it seemed Melinda was sneaking her paper and paint before she could write so she could draw whatever happened into her mind,suffice to say,we had some very odd but well drawn looking creatures in a single,nearly full cabinet that was reserved for Pearl only. Her curiosity around my office certainly made up for the lack of imagination I allowed her. Even as a toddler she question me about everything in the entire house,from the way I kept my office,to how food was cooked,to why voices echoed around the house.
Her first run-in with a mirror wasn't as bad as I'd imagined. "Why are all these funny little red and pink marks all over my face,Papa?" She has inquired at the innocent age of four. "And why aren't they on yours?" I was stunned by the calm tone of her voice,I suppose my shock was heard in my voice when I answered her. "They're remenants of a fight you won sometime ago,love. A fight you beat all the odds in,and one I'm very proud of you for winning. Now please dear,get rid of that blasted mirror and go to bed." She turned her head,smiling,and slung Melinda's hand mirror against the wall,shattering it. Her eyes were positively twinkling as she said simply," I don't think I like mirrors,and I don't like your lies either,Papa." She marched silently from the room then straight to her own without another word.
I had no idea if Pearl was more like myself or her mother! Sometimes,her temper was so amazingly violent (to herself and to those around her) she resembled neither of us and acted like Him. Erik in a fit of rage. That worried me.
I wheeled my chair to the window,watching Charles and Pearl talking. I could almost see her going to Madeleine to get her own version of Erik's mask. The very thought sickened me,why was I so sure she would chase that brother of hers? She might hate him. I decided to begin composing the speech I would give her and wait.
What else could I do?
I'd dreaded telling Pearl about that boy,Madeleine's first child and son,my daughter's half brother. I had never regretted having Pearl,but I came close that day! I wanted to keep her completely ignorant of the world she was born into,but someday,I realized,I wouldn't be there to protect her. She must learn, and I couldn't keep the identity of Erik secret any longer. Good lord,even His name held Pearl already. To my knowledge,she had only overheard Melinda and I fighting once,but I had a sneaking suspicion she was listening at my keyholes. After all,her brother could move silently and I was certain she could as well! Their bodies were built in much the same manner,and Pearl,too,moved with an inhuman grace.
I dared not let anything near her,other than Charles,that could spark her imagination. I remembered all too well what Marie had told me Erik did to Madeleine with just his voice,Pearl could have easily pulled off a similar trick more than likely. Unfortunatly,it seemed Melinda was sneaking her paper and paint before she could write so she could draw whatever happened into her mind,suffice to say,we had some very odd but well drawn looking creatures in a single,nearly full cabinet that was reserved for Pearl only. Her curiosity around my office certainly made up for the lack of imagination I allowed her. Even as a toddler she question me about everything in the entire house,from the way I kept my office,to how food was cooked,to why voices echoed around the house.
Her first run-in with a mirror wasn't as bad as I'd imagined. "Why are all these funny little red and pink marks all over my face,Papa?" She has inquired at the innocent age of four. "And why aren't they on yours?" I was stunned by the calm tone of her voice,I suppose my shock was heard in my voice when I answered her. "They're remenants of a fight you won sometime ago,love. A fight you beat all the odds in,and one I'm very proud of you for winning. Now please dear,get rid of that blasted mirror and go to bed." She turned her head,smiling,and slung Melinda's hand mirror against the wall,shattering it. Her eyes were positively twinkling as she said simply," I don't think I like mirrors,and I don't like your lies either,Papa." She marched silently from the room then straight to her own without another word.
I had no idea if Pearl was more like myself or her mother! Sometimes,her temper was so amazingly violent (to herself and to those around her) she resembled neither of us and acted like Him. Erik in a fit of rage. That worried me.
I wheeled my chair to the window,watching Charles and Pearl talking. I could almost see her going to Madeleine to get her own version of Erik's mask. The very thought sickened me,why was I so sure she would chase that brother of hers? She might hate him. I decided to begin composing the speech I would give her and wait.
What else could I do?