Mrs. Gyllenhaal: I'm so glad you like it so far! Èowess is just a Lord of the Rings girl I made up, but she was adorable, so I paired her with Erik.

Asdjf: Thank you!

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Annecordelia: Um… I don't know yet, lol. Glad you like it.

AmberPalette: Well, I updated just for you! Lol, well, not just for you, but you know. Hope you like it.

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Moonlightrosegoddess: Huh? Erik can't be your b/f, my sister (MD) owns him and I steal him on the weekends. But I updated anyway for you!

Hope you all like this chapter. No flames please!

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Meg Giry's old dresses fit Éowess perfectly. The child pirouetted in front of Erik, smiling brightly. The dress was a simple one made of white with pink rosebuds embroidered along the waist and bottom hem. A small pair of leather boots graced her tiny feet and she danced around Erik's feet again.

"Oh Papa, I love it! It's so lovely!" she laughed. Erik struggled to retain his cold demeanor, but smiled foolishly as she danced around. The lights of the theatre came up and the gala began. Erik took the child to her seat and took his own, but suddenly found her placed in his lap. She turned and kissed his mask quickly, then turned around, placed herself calmly in his lap, and watched as the cast filled the stage. Éowess smiled excitedly as she watched, but Erik stared in pain. The pain of loss. For there on the stage stood Christine Daae, singing the lead. The song, could it be? Angel of Music…

"Father once spoke of an angel . . .I used to dream he'd appear . . .Now as I sing, I can sense him . . .And I know he's here . . .Here in this room he calls me softly . . .
somewhere inside hiding . . .Somehow I know he's always with me . . .
he - the unseen genius . . . Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory! Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Secret and strange angel . . ."

The audience rose to their feet and cheered as Christine took her bow. Èowess clapped loudest of all.

"Oh Papa, isn't she wonderful? I want to be like her when I grow up! I want to be a prima donna, or a dancer!" Erik sat in stony silence, but the child was oblivious. Erik stared sadly and all the painful memories came rushing back. Christine… He saw Raoul and his son, cheering and almost burst with jealousy. He would torture them all! How DARE he take her! But a soft laugh drew him back to the world. Èowess pointed at the stage again. Look at that ugly woman Papa, she sounds funny. Erik stifled a laugh. It was Carlotta. The end of the gala came, and Erik gathered Èowess' things and led her down.

They returned to their home. Èowess flounced away from him to stroke his lovely pet, Ayesha. Ayesha, the lovely Siamese cat that Erik kept as his only companion, mewed sweetly at the child. Erik laughed softly to himself, remembering how much Ayesha had hated Christine. The feline had taken to Èowess quickly and loved her as her own.

"Papa, where did Ayesha get her collar? It's so pretty." The cat turned away and moved to Erik. She purred loudly and then turned to Erik, rubbing against his ankles.

"Hello my lady. Did you miss us?" Ayesha mewed in response, a soft, I miss you, cry. "Her collar came from Persia." He answered. He then set Èowess' things down gently and the child began to attack the toys joyfully. But Erik's mind was elsewhere, with Christine. He vowed silently that he would see her again, just once more…

Review or… No Erik for any of you! Mwahahahahahahahaha!

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