MW (is pulled out by a huge white lab who is chasing a small border collie puppy named Dammit.) Hi, Everyone. I'm so sorry it's late. It's not easy with two dogs in the house, especially one is old and the other is a pup. Plus it's the end of my school year so I'm trying to scout out a summer job while I finish grading tests. Wel, I hope you enjoy it now that the rest of the kids show up and we establish a villain for now. Don't worry, Carlotta Deaglasse will make an appearance and yes they are the same person. Well. Enjoy and Review. On with the (is pulled off as the lab tries to catch the puppy) Shoooooowwwww! Heel, Abby, HEEEELLL!!!
Second Chances
Chapter 5- Enter the Acolytes!
Erik grinned as he stepped into the sunlight. He adjusted the muffler so he could breathe easier. Looking around, he noticed people milling about down the hill where the cottage stood. Several tall building stood out as soldiers against the blue sky. He could smell the river that flowed nearby. It was clean and fresh compared to the air of his underground lake by his home. Erik frowned and corrected himself, his old home. Several metal machines zipped by. Erik frowned as he remembered seeing them several times on the television. They were called cars.... or he thought that's what they are called
Father B stepped out next to him. Smiling at him, Father B hooked a rope onto Dammit's collar. Dammit gave a joyful bark as he patiently waited for Father B to finish. Standing up straight, Father gripped the leash tightly and turned the Erik's direction. Father B flashed a smile at Erik which Erik returned.
"Welcome to Niagara University, Erik." Father B told him, "Please don't hesitate to ask questions."
"This is the brightest place I have ever seen." Erik told him.
"Wait until the snow flies. It's blistering cold but you'll never see a more beautiful sight." Father B stated as they began to walk towards the campus, "It's not a huge campus but it's not too small either. Everyone is very friendly and helpful."
"I just can't get over the clothing people are wearing here" Erik commented as a pair of giggling girls walked by wearing mini skirts and mid drift shirts, "In my home, it would be consider scandalous."
Father B nodded, "Ta. That would be true in my home town as well. But times change. We need to adjust with them or be left behind."
Erik grinned, "You can't see the clothes."
"No, but Ebony and Angie tell me enough about them to have a good mental picture. Besides Kurt and Felix keep me up to date with new trends." Father B grinned, "I'm not totally out of the loop as they would say."
"Are those the students I owe my life to?"
"Yes, Hopefully they will stop us so you can meet them." Father B informed him as Dammit began to bark.
Erik looked up to see a lanky young man with messy sandy brown hair come running up. His clothes were baggy causing Erik to wonder if he was starving himself. His voice had a lazy laid back feel when he shouted out to them. Dammit was barking uncontrollably his tail going very fast that Erik could hardly see it.
"Dammit! Father B!" Christian shouted as he raced over.
He dropped to his knees in front of Dammit who began to lick the man happily. Christian began to laugh loudly as Dammit began to nudge and search all his pockets. A smile touched Erik's face at the joy on the boy's face as he romped with the dog. Father B grinned brightly waiting for the laughter to die down. Dammit was munching happily on a bone as Christian stood up. He shoved a lock of his hair out of his face and grinned at them.
"Hello, Christian. Why aren't you in History of Music?" Father B greeted him.
Christian blushed at being caught, "Professor Carlotta Deaglasse is returning our tests today. I know I failed it so I decided to skip."
"Forget to study?"
"No, Father. Nothing we covered was on the test."
"Ah, I see. Christian, This is Erik Noir." Father B motioned to Erik.
Christian grinned brightly as he gripped Erik's hand firmly and shook it, "Pleased to meet ya. I'm glad to see you are okay."
Father B interjected, "Christian is one of communication students and helps run the music station on campus."
"Really?" Erik asked intrigued, "Is it like the shows on television?"
Christian blinked, "Um... we are on Television if that is what you mean. But we are really a radio station."
Erik grinned widely, he knew what a radio was at least, "I'm surprised there are still radios around."
Christian laughed, "Well, a T.V is pretty hard to use in a car. We would have more accidents that way."
Erik looked over at one of the cars as it passed by, "How many accidents can one have in those contraptions? They don't seem too dangerous."
Father B gave a small laugh while Christian smiled, "Well, If you are a good driver, it isn't a big problem. However sometimes one accident is all it takes. People have died or been scarred in a single accident."
Erik turned over this information in his head and came to one very valid conclusion, "They must not be very pleasant machines. I'll take walking any day."
Christian quickly commented, "Don't get me wrong, Mister Noir. They are useful. How else can you get to town in under fifteen minutes around here?"
Father B nodded his head in agreement. Erik looked over at the nearest parking lot. Several cars sat there. He wondered how many young people like Christian would lose their lives to those machines. Of course it couldn't be so bad if almost everyone had one. He considered this but wanted to reserve judgment until he could get a closer look at one. Erik was snapped back into the conversation with he heard Christian exclaim.
"I hope you are not going to take him to Clet Hall to eat. "Christian cried out. (A/N: Pronounced Clay and yes this is an actual building on NU campus and yes we know about the other joke. Mind out of the gutter please.)
Father B smiled as he knew what was coming, "Not today, Christian, maybe later."
Erik rejoined the conversation, "What is Clet Hall and why should I eat there?"
Father B grinned, "Clet Hall is one of the older buildings on Campus. Currently it is a serves three purposes. The Main Building is a dormitory while the right side of the building houses the theater department and the basement holds the cafeteria."
"With the worst food in the world." Christian interjected.
Father B chuckled, "The student population is convinced that the food is a new form of bacteria. Which Taylor Thomas, one of the students that saved you, is currently testing. How is that going?"
Christian smirked, "Not too bad, I guess. Kurt hasn't seen him in a while"
Father B grinned, "Hard at work then?"
"I think so." Christian froze as his watch beeped, "Oh Hell, I have to be on desk now. Bye Father. Bye Mr. Noir. Nice meeting ya. I hope you can stay awhile"
"Same here, young man." Erik called to Christian's running form and turned to Father B, "It's not like I have any place to go."
Father B smiled, "They don't know that. They are very eager to meet you and hope you stay around for a bit. But of all of them, Christian will understand your problem the best. He too has nowhere to go."
"What about his family?" Erik asked.
"He is an orphan. He has family but none that he can stay with long. They just send him from home to home every year. Here is the longest home he has had. I pulled strings for him to stay on campus during the breaks." Father B replied softly, "Here is where his real family is."
Erik didn't know how to respond Sure he left his home when he was seven to spare his mother any pain but still it was his decision. This boy lost his parents and was forced from home to home. Somewhere in his heart he felt something tighten as he thought of a younger Christian lost and alone. He nearly jumped when another male voice shouted out to them.
"Father B! Father B! Father B! I did it! I have cracked the secret to Clet food!" a tall young man in a lab coat cried out as he ran up.
Erik smiled as he skidded to halt. Here was another scientist. A pair of goggles was perched on top of his black haired head. He was tall and very thin. His clothes were disheveled but his smile was bright even triumph. Erik noted that he was only an inch or two shorter than himself. The man grinned at Father B expectantly.
Father B grinned, "Really, Taylor? What is it?"
Taylor stated very matter of factly, "Clet food has absolutely no nutritional value at all. No taste or spices in it."
"Are you going to publish your findings?"
Taylor became very serious, "I don't think the University would like that too much. Of course I am."
Erik smirked, "I take it the food is well known."
Father B grinned, "It's a school wide joke."
Taylor looked at Erik curiously, "Who are you?"
Father B gasped, "Forgive my manners. Erik Noir this is Taylor Thomas the resident mad scientist."
Taylor shook Erik's hand eagerly, "I prefer eccentric. Pleased to meet ya."
Erik smiled, "Hello Taylor."
"That is a matter of opinion." Father B teased.
Taylor crossed his arms trying to look indignant, "Hey, when I figure out how to change the taste of the food here, I'm not giving you the 40% I promised. I'm downsizing it for calling me mad."
Father B just smirked, "Does Mira know who stole her acid concentrate yet?"
Taylor paled, "You wouldn't! She'll kill me Father B"
"Mira? She seems like an even temper young lady." Erik replied with a bit of confusion.
Taylor groaned, "Until you cross her or borrow her things without asking. Please Father B I'm begging."
Father B nodded, "Fine. I won't but you better replace it."
"I will, Father B, I promise."
"Now I hope you at least cleaned up your lab area. Can't have Dr. K screaming for your head again."
Taylor suddenly got nervous, "Of course I did. How could I forget that?"
Erik grinned, "You did forget."
Taylor began to back away, "No I just remembered I left something for Mira in Dr. Crausi's Lab. Bye!"
Father B started chuckling as Taylor ran away. Erik grinned to himself. That was different. Father B began walking again. Erik followed as they walked up to a huge stone building loom in front of him. High on top was a white dome. Erik could see several people in the windows enjoying their view of the campus. The Front Courtyard was made of stone that gradually lead up to the dormitory. Erik could see as he got closer that the building was shaped like a "U" with two wings. To his right a group of students sat looking very depressed.
The tallest of them had sandy blond hair that pulled back into to a ponytail. His hazel eyes were lost in thought. He was leaning against the wall of the building. His clothes were similar to Christian's except they weren't as baggy. Next to him on the ground was a young man with short brown hair. His face was buried in his hands and a pair of glasses hung from them. Erik noted that his clothes were a lot neater than his friend's. A young African American woman was on the ground next to him looking very upset. A purple bandana was wrapped around her hair. Erik grinned as he noted that she sat without fear next to her friends. Leaning against her was another young lady this one was obviously Asian. Her long black hair was flying in the wind. Her eyes reflected the pain inside her heart. Erik looked back up to see another young man with ruffled blonde hair. His blues eyes were zoned out as he gazed out. Next to him stood Angie, the girl that Erik woke up to seeing. She looked at them and gave a small wave. Father B waved back and walked up.
Angie smiled brightly, "Hello Father, Mister Noir."
Kurt looked up from his spot on the wall. Being the tallest, he could easily spot who Angie was talking to. Kurt nudged Felix who was beginning to doze off. Felix jumped from the wall at the slightest touch. Felix looked at him questioningly. Kurt nodded his head toward Father B and the mysterious visitor. Felix listened as Angie explained to the two intruders what had happened in class and with the tests. While Father B listened intently, the stranger every so often said something in French or pretty clear English.
"You alert the others while I check it out." Kurt stated as he walked towards them. Felix nodded and bent down.
Erik spotted Kurt's approach first. The young man walked with confidence and yet with enough laid-backness to deceive anyone who didn't look closes enough. He sized up Erik as if to say I see you and I'm watching you. Erik braced himself for a confrontation. Kurt flashed an easy smile at Father B but kept his eyes trained on Erik.
"Hey Father B." Kurt grinned, "Who is your friend?"
Father B replied, "This is Erik Noir. I was giving him a tour of the campus. He wanted to walk around."
Kurt turned to Erik and offered a hand to him. Erik took it and found the young man to have a firm handshake. Surprised and pleased, Erik grinned under the muffler. Kurt grinned back as he pulled his hand away, flexing it a few times. It was reassuring to Erik to know his strength was coming back.
Kurt greeted warmly drawing Erik's gaze back to Kurt's face, "Welcome to Niagara."
"It is a beautiful campus. The architecture is gorgeous." Erik remarked as he look back up at Clet hall.
The brunette man with glasses spoke up, "It was built in 1856."
Erik looked back at them and noticed that the kids were flanking Kurt. Each one was watching him with curiosity in their eyes. Erik shifted uncomfortably. A tense silence fell over the group. Dammit looked between everyone and began to bark softly. Father B cleared his throat and changed the subject asking about their test. Erik felt relief sweep through him as he returned to his role of observer. He listened as the students told Father B about how horrible Professor Carlotta Deaglasse was. Erik nearly dropped through the floor when the black girl, Ebony spoke up.
"I wish I could drop a chandelier on her like they did in this one play I saw in Toronto." Ebony grumbled.
Tai, the lovely oriental girl, piped up, "I remember that play. I saw it in Kyoto. It was a musical about a man with was horrible disfigured and he fell in love with a young singer. It was so tragic."
Felix, the sandy haired young man, smirked, "I only saw the silent film version of it. It was called...um...Something of The Opera."
Angie rolled her eyes, "Phantom of The Opera, you moron. It was a book."
Erik sighed under his breath, "Someone would turn that whole farce into a book."
Father B smiled, "It was written by a Frenchman named Gaston Leroux. A very sad story."
Dean nodded, "Yes it was. I always wished he got a happy ending."
Kurt grinned, "He was the ultimate actor and singer. If I could meet anyone, I would want to meet him. The Phantom is the greatest."
Erik tried not to feel pride at Kurt's confession. He looked at their beaming faces as they discussed his exploits at the opera. He had an impact on them. It may not have been direct, but it was there. Erik looked at Father B's amused face. Tai's soft voice drew back Erik's attention.
Tai sighed, "I hope he found his happy ending. He deserved one."
Erik couldn't help but say, "I'm sure he did as well, but only after extreme pain."
Father B smirked while the kids grimaced at that thought, "Happiness is often surrounded by pain. How else can you tell if you are truly happy?"
Dean groaned as he dropped his test, "Please, Father B, it's not a good time for philosophy. This test already fried my brain."
Erik looked at the packet of papers that was covered in red marks. Curious, he picked it up and began to flip through it. His eyes narrowed as he read the corrections. This woman was an incompetent. Half of her corrections didn't make sense to him. Erik knew he could teach a better class than this woman could. A small flame of purpose flame in his heart, he could teach them.
Suddenly Erik realized what he was thinking. Didn't he swear Christine would be the last? He couldn't bear the rejection he felt when those he began to care about turned away. He looked at their joyful faces as they bantered at each other. How long until that joy turned to fear and loathing, when their ease become discomfort? No, he couldn't bear it happening all over again. He was ready to throw the test down when he saw the huge red 35 staring up at him. But did anyone deserve to be called a failure when they really weren't. Despite his face and rejection, Erik was never called a failure except when it came to love. He looked at Dean. Did this young man who had a flare for understanding music deserve to believe he knew nothing? Did anyone deserve to feel that deception?
"Um... Mister Noir, can I have my test back?" Dean whispered ashamed of the grade, "I know it's not the greatest grade in the world."
Erik pinned Dean with a gaze and made up his mind, Rejection or not, he couldn't bear the shame in the boy's eyes. Gritting his teeth, he stated simply, "I know it isn't the greatest grade because it is the wrong grade."
Dean looked like he was just struck by a bat, "Excuse me?"
Erik took a deep breath and smiled, "This test deserves an 85. She marked you wrong on several right answers. For example, on the question about breathing while singing, you have stated that it is a singer's decision when to breathe which is correct."
Kurt checked it on his test, "She marked it wrong on my test too."
"Exactly my point," Erik grinned, "You were correct in your answer. You were right in all the answers she marked as wrong. Dean, is it?"
Dean nodded, "Yes, sir. Dean Athenes."
Erik smiled as he handed dean his test back, "Well, Mr. Athenes, you should have 85 on this test. I'm pretty sure the same hold for all of you."
Felix smirked, "Professor Disgrace...umm... Deaglasse is full of hot air?"
Erik quirked an eyebrow at that expression, "Hot air?"
Father B intervened, "It means she doesn't know what she is talking about."
Erik nodded his understanding as he looked back at the students. He watched as they exchanged a look and hurried into a huddle. Erik felt his heart begin to pound as he heard them whisper to each other. Under the muffler he could felt his face begin to sweat. Looking down, he noticed his hands were trembling. He felt tensed and afraid. Was he nervous? He only felt this way in Christine's presence after the unmasking. Then he was fearful of her rejection of his face? Would these students reject him now? He closed his eyes against such a possibility. Erik remembered that he was brought here to try again. Was Fate so cruel to allow him to be rejected all over again? Doubts swam through his head as he tried to cope with it all.
Suddenly a sense of peace settled over him as Father B gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Erik looked to him. At least he had the Father and H.G. With them, he wasn't alone. Dammit leaned against Erik's leg in a way that told him he would always have a friend. Erik gently scratched the dog's head. Erik looked over the beautiful campus and decided that he would stay no matter what.
Kurt broke away from the group and turned to face Mister Noir. He was surprised to see him serenely looking over the campus. Kurt grinned knowing that they need to keep him here. Maybe this would open a few doors. Hating to broke to mood that settle in the open area, Kurt cleared his throat. Erik's startling clear yet dark eyes came back to Kurt. Kurt shifted uneasily and knew here was a teacher he wanted to learn from.
"Mister Noir, you know a lot about music. More than our current professor. And we wanted to make you a deal." Kurt proposed.
Erik crossed his arms, "What kind of deal?"
Ebony grinned, "We'll teach you about our culture if you teach us about music."
Erik quirked an eyebrow at this, "How do you know I need help?"
Felix pointed to his shirt, "Because you are wearing H.G's shirt and are totally at ease with it. Orange plaid is not exactly the best thing for you to be wearing."
Erik looked down and quite agreed with Felix. Maybe he did need help. According to Father B's earlier comment these kids have a good eyes and ears for the ever changing fads of this country. He would be a fool for not taking advantage of that. Erik grinned beneath the muffler.
"It's a deal. When should we have your first lesson?" Erik asked.
Dean cheered, "Yes!!! We have a chance to pass!!"
Kurt shook his head and suggested, "How about tomorrow night at eight? No one is here on a Saturday. There is a practice room open."
Erik thought it over, "That will work."
Kurt smiled brightly and extended his hands, "Great. Let's shake on it."
Erik blinked at this phase, "Shake on it?"
Father B spoke up, "It means you shake hand to seal the deal so neither of you back out."
Erik nodded his understand and shook Kurt's hand. Kurt stepped away and began to give the others something to do in preparation for tomorrow. Erik was content watching them argue over who got to do what. Erik turned as Father B's canes tapped along the ground. The old priest began to walk away towards archway to the left of the building. Erik glanced back to see the student to busy arguing to see him. Erik walked quickly to catch up with Father B. As they passed through the arch way, a light breeze kissed their faces. Erik took in the colorful trees in the huge open area and the cars that passed in the distance on the expressway. He was amazed by the mix of natural beauty and technology.
"It's very beautiful here." Father B spoke breaking the silence, "At times I dream that I can see it as the seasons change. You can just stand here and forget for a while. Or dream of how things can truly be."
"I can see how. I often think I'm dreaming this. I'm so afraid to wake up." Erik confessed, "Afraid to wake up and find out I'm still in Paris and being hunted for my face. To be lost and alone in my house without anyone who cares about me."
"You have doubts, don't you?"
"Can you blame me? My whole life was judged not by my personality but by my face. How can I not have doubts?"
Father B didn't comment but turned a corner and they stood in front of a simple stone building. Erik looked it over as they walked towards the front stairs. There was a small stone courtyard separating it from another building that students were milling in and out of. They were so close yet Erik felt they were miles away. Sadly he watched them walk around chatting, oblivious to him. How Christine would fit in here so well. Erik's heart grew heavy at the thought of her.
"Erik, my lad, are ye coming?" Father B called to him.
Erik looked up as Father B held open a door to the building. He took the steps two at a time and relieved the priest of the burden of the heavy door. Father B entered the dim entrance way. In front of them was a set of wooden double door. A plaque rested on the door that read The President's Office. Erik looked around and saw two sets of stair on opposite sides of the hall leading to a second floor. A small handwritten sign read 'Heaven.........Sort of.' A smile touched his lips. Obviously someone was trying to be cute. He glance to the side and noticed a black door that also held a worn sign. Erik nearly laughed as he read it, "Purgatory... Good music, good booze, and too many priests' Father B smiled as he moved towards the stairs.
"Where do these stairs lead, Father?" Erik asked as he went to follow.
"Which ones?"
"The ones we are on?"
Father B grinned as they reached the top, "Easy, my lad. The quietest place on campus."
Erik looked around and was surprised to find that it was the quietest place on campus. Of course he stood outside other room that was guarded by another set of double doors. Father B walked up and pushed them open, revealing a very bright room. Erik shielded his eyes as he stepped through. In front of him a huge glass mural showing different scenes from the Bible. High above was a crucifix washed in a warm white light. Erik gaped how beautiful the church was. He looked around at the simple stain glass window that showed various saints and angels. As he gazed at them, he noticed one held the prophets from the Old Testaments around the Star of David and one that held the symbols of Islam. In all his years he had never seen a place that honored so many different religions. It was breathtaking. Erik felt welcomed in a place of faith for the first time in his life. Father B was smiling at him in a very happy way. Even Dammit was quietly regarding him.
"I know it's not as grand as Norte Dame, but it ours little place of worship." Father B began.
Erik felt the need to correct him, "I have never been in Norte Dame but this is the most beautiful church I have ever been in."
"Thank you, Erik." Father B beamed, "I have so papers to pick up in the back to look over. You are free to look around."
Erik grinned at Father B's retreating back. He waited for Father B to disappear behind a door that was behind the altar before investigating the chapel. AS he looked at the different windows, a haunting melody reached his ears. The soft Organ music drifted to him, luring him away from his exploration. Silently he crept to the altar, curious to who was playing. Maybe he could entice them to let him play with them. His fingers itched to touch the keys of keyboard again.
Soon the back of a young lady came in to view. Her light hair was swept up into high ponytail with a few strands slipping loose. It was so light that Erik believed it was white which tripped something in his memory. When he couldn't focus on it, he shrugged it aside and returned his attention to the girl. She was dressed in all black. Erik watched as her fingers elegantly danced along the keys as she continued to play through that song. A smile touched Erik's lips as he recognized the sonata by Mozart. When she finished up, Erik couldn't help but play a bit of a game with her. He threw his voice so it would be coming right next to her ear.
"Brava, mademoiselle, you are quite excellent." Erik complimented.
The girl merely smiled to her self in a mysterious way. As if she was amused by the whole thing. Slowly she turned and Erik was pinned by her familiar brown eyes. Erik took a step back. How could she be here? It was impossible for her to be here as well as in his own time. The girl's smile got wider as she turned around fully. Daintily she crossed her legs and greeted him.
"Hello, Erik Noir, Angel of Music. I'm so glad you are adjusting well to this world." his savior remarked very amused.
Second Chances
Chapter 5- Enter the Acolytes!
Erik grinned as he stepped into the sunlight. He adjusted the muffler so he could breathe easier. Looking around, he noticed people milling about down the hill where the cottage stood. Several tall building stood out as soldiers against the blue sky. He could smell the river that flowed nearby. It was clean and fresh compared to the air of his underground lake by his home. Erik frowned and corrected himself, his old home. Several metal machines zipped by. Erik frowned as he remembered seeing them several times on the television. They were called cars.... or he thought that's what they are called
Father B stepped out next to him. Smiling at him, Father B hooked a rope onto Dammit's collar. Dammit gave a joyful bark as he patiently waited for Father B to finish. Standing up straight, Father gripped the leash tightly and turned the Erik's direction. Father B flashed a smile at Erik which Erik returned.
"Welcome to Niagara University, Erik." Father B told him, "Please don't hesitate to ask questions."
"This is the brightest place I have ever seen." Erik told him.
"Wait until the snow flies. It's blistering cold but you'll never see a more beautiful sight." Father B stated as they began to walk towards the campus, "It's not a huge campus but it's not too small either. Everyone is very friendly and helpful."
"I just can't get over the clothing people are wearing here" Erik commented as a pair of giggling girls walked by wearing mini skirts and mid drift shirts, "In my home, it would be consider scandalous."
Father B nodded, "Ta. That would be true in my home town as well. But times change. We need to adjust with them or be left behind."
Erik grinned, "You can't see the clothes."
"No, but Ebony and Angie tell me enough about them to have a good mental picture. Besides Kurt and Felix keep me up to date with new trends." Father B grinned, "I'm not totally out of the loop as they would say."
"Are those the students I owe my life to?"
"Yes, Hopefully they will stop us so you can meet them." Father B informed him as Dammit began to bark.
Erik looked up to see a lanky young man with messy sandy brown hair come running up. His clothes were baggy causing Erik to wonder if he was starving himself. His voice had a lazy laid back feel when he shouted out to them. Dammit was barking uncontrollably his tail going very fast that Erik could hardly see it.
"Dammit! Father B!" Christian shouted as he raced over.
He dropped to his knees in front of Dammit who began to lick the man happily. Christian began to laugh loudly as Dammit began to nudge and search all his pockets. A smile touched Erik's face at the joy on the boy's face as he romped with the dog. Father B grinned brightly waiting for the laughter to die down. Dammit was munching happily on a bone as Christian stood up. He shoved a lock of his hair out of his face and grinned at them.
"Hello, Christian. Why aren't you in History of Music?" Father B greeted him.
Christian blushed at being caught, "Professor Carlotta Deaglasse is returning our tests today. I know I failed it so I decided to skip."
"Forget to study?"
"No, Father. Nothing we covered was on the test."
"Ah, I see. Christian, This is Erik Noir." Father B motioned to Erik.
Christian grinned brightly as he gripped Erik's hand firmly and shook it, "Pleased to meet ya. I'm glad to see you are okay."
Father B interjected, "Christian is one of communication students and helps run the music station on campus."
"Really?" Erik asked intrigued, "Is it like the shows on television?"
Christian blinked, "Um... we are on Television if that is what you mean. But we are really a radio station."
Erik grinned widely, he knew what a radio was at least, "I'm surprised there are still radios around."
Christian laughed, "Well, a T.V is pretty hard to use in a car. We would have more accidents that way."
Erik looked over at one of the cars as it passed by, "How many accidents can one have in those contraptions? They don't seem too dangerous."
Father B gave a small laugh while Christian smiled, "Well, If you are a good driver, it isn't a big problem. However sometimes one accident is all it takes. People have died or been scarred in a single accident."
Erik turned over this information in his head and came to one very valid conclusion, "They must not be very pleasant machines. I'll take walking any day."
Christian quickly commented, "Don't get me wrong, Mister Noir. They are useful. How else can you get to town in under fifteen minutes around here?"
Father B nodded his head in agreement. Erik looked over at the nearest parking lot. Several cars sat there. He wondered how many young people like Christian would lose their lives to those machines. Of course it couldn't be so bad if almost everyone had one. He considered this but wanted to reserve judgment until he could get a closer look at one. Erik was snapped back into the conversation with he heard Christian exclaim.
"I hope you are not going to take him to Clet Hall to eat. "Christian cried out. (A/N: Pronounced Clay and yes this is an actual building on NU campus and yes we know about the other joke. Mind out of the gutter please.)
Father B smiled as he knew what was coming, "Not today, Christian, maybe later."
Erik rejoined the conversation, "What is Clet Hall and why should I eat there?"
Father B grinned, "Clet Hall is one of the older buildings on Campus. Currently it is a serves three purposes. The Main Building is a dormitory while the right side of the building houses the theater department and the basement holds the cafeteria."
"With the worst food in the world." Christian interjected.
Father B chuckled, "The student population is convinced that the food is a new form of bacteria. Which Taylor Thomas, one of the students that saved you, is currently testing. How is that going?"
Christian smirked, "Not too bad, I guess. Kurt hasn't seen him in a while"
Father B grinned, "Hard at work then?"
"I think so." Christian froze as his watch beeped, "Oh Hell, I have to be on desk now. Bye Father. Bye Mr. Noir. Nice meeting ya. I hope you can stay awhile"
"Same here, young man." Erik called to Christian's running form and turned to Father B, "It's not like I have any place to go."
Father B smiled, "They don't know that. They are very eager to meet you and hope you stay around for a bit. But of all of them, Christian will understand your problem the best. He too has nowhere to go."
"What about his family?" Erik asked.
"He is an orphan. He has family but none that he can stay with long. They just send him from home to home every year. Here is the longest home he has had. I pulled strings for him to stay on campus during the breaks." Father B replied softly, "Here is where his real family is."
Erik didn't know how to respond Sure he left his home when he was seven to spare his mother any pain but still it was his decision. This boy lost his parents and was forced from home to home. Somewhere in his heart he felt something tighten as he thought of a younger Christian lost and alone. He nearly jumped when another male voice shouted out to them.
"Father B! Father B! Father B! I did it! I have cracked the secret to Clet food!" a tall young man in a lab coat cried out as he ran up.
Erik smiled as he skidded to halt. Here was another scientist. A pair of goggles was perched on top of his black haired head. He was tall and very thin. His clothes were disheveled but his smile was bright even triumph. Erik noted that he was only an inch or two shorter than himself. The man grinned at Father B expectantly.
Father B grinned, "Really, Taylor? What is it?"
Taylor stated very matter of factly, "Clet food has absolutely no nutritional value at all. No taste or spices in it."
"Are you going to publish your findings?"
Taylor became very serious, "I don't think the University would like that too much. Of course I am."
Erik smirked, "I take it the food is well known."
Father B grinned, "It's a school wide joke."
Taylor looked at Erik curiously, "Who are you?"
Father B gasped, "Forgive my manners. Erik Noir this is Taylor Thomas the resident mad scientist."
Taylor shook Erik's hand eagerly, "I prefer eccentric. Pleased to meet ya."
Erik smiled, "Hello Taylor."
"That is a matter of opinion." Father B teased.
Taylor crossed his arms trying to look indignant, "Hey, when I figure out how to change the taste of the food here, I'm not giving you the 40% I promised. I'm downsizing it for calling me mad."
Father B just smirked, "Does Mira know who stole her acid concentrate yet?"
Taylor paled, "You wouldn't! She'll kill me Father B"
"Mira? She seems like an even temper young lady." Erik replied with a bit of confusion.
Taylor groaned, "Until you cross her or borrow her things without asking. Please Father B I'm begging."
Father B nodded, "Fine. I won't but you better replace it."
"I will, Father B, I promise."
"Now I hope you at least cleaned up your lab area. Can't have Dr. K screaming for your head again."
Taylor suddenly got nervous, "Of course I did. How could I forget that?"
Erik grinned, "You did forget."
Taylor began to back away, "No I just remembered I left something for Mira in Dr. Crausi's Lab. Bye!"
Father B started chuckling as Taylor ran away. Erik grinned to himself. That was different. Father B began walking again. Erik followed as they walked up to a huge stone building loom in front of him. High on top was a white dome. Erik could see several people in the windows enjoying their view of the campus. The Front Courtyard was made of stone that gradually lead up to the dormitory. Erik could see as he got closer that the building was shaped like a "U" with two wings. To his right a group of students sat looking very depressed.
The tallest of them had sandy blond hair that pulled back into to a ponytail. His hazel eyes were lost in thought. He was leaning against the wall of the building. His clothes were similar to Christian's except they weren't as baggy. Next to him on the ground was a young man with short brown hair. His face was buried in his hands and a pair of glasses hung from them. Erik noted that his clothes were a lot neater than his friend's. A young African American woman was on the ground next to him looking very upset. A purple bandana was wrapped around her hair. Erik grinned as he noted that she sat without fear next to her friends. Leaning against her was another young lady this one was obviously Asian. Her long black hair was flying in the wind. Her eyes reflected the pain inside her heart. Erik looked back up to see another young man with ruffled blonde hair. His blues eyes were zoned out as he gazed out. Next to him stood Angie, the girl that Erik woke up to seeing. She looked at them and gave a small wave. Father B waved back and walked up.
Angie smiled brightly, "Hello Father, Mister Noir."
Kurt looked up from his spot on the wall. Being the tallest, he could easily spot who Angie was talking to. Kurt nudged Felix who was beginning to doze off. Felix jumped from the wall at the slightest touch. Felix looked at him questioningly. Kurt nodded his head toward Father B and the mysterious visitor. Felix listened as Angie explained to the two intruders what had happened in class and with the tests. While Father B listened intently, the stranger every so often said something in French or pretty clear English.
"You alert the others while I check it out." Kurt stated as he walked towards them. Felix nodded and bent down.
Erik spotted Kurt's approach first. The young man walked with confidence and yet with enough laid-backness to deceive anyone who didn't look closes enough. He sized up Erik as if to say I see you and I'm watching you. Erik braced himself for a confrontation. Kurt flashed an easy smile at Father B but kept his eyes trained on Erik.
"Hey Father B." Kurt grinned, "Who is your friend?"
Father B replied, "This is Erik Noir. I was giving him a tour of the campus. He wanted to walk around."
Kurt turned to Erik and offered a hand to him. Erik took it and found the young man to have a firm handshake. Surprised and pleased, Erik grinned under the muffler. Kurt grinned back as he pulled his hand away, flexing it a few times. It was reassuring to Erik to know his strength was coming back.
Kurt greeted warmly drawing Erik's gaze back to Kurt's face, "Welcome to Niagara."
"It is a beautiful campus. The architecture is gorgeous." Erik remarked as he look back up at Clet hall.
The brunette man with glasses spoke up, "It was built in 1856."
Erik looked back at them and noticed that the kids were flanking Kurt. Each one was watching him with curiosity in their eyes. Erik shifted uncomfortably. A tense silence fell over the group. Dammit looked between everyone and began to bark softly. Father B cleared his throat and changed the subject asking about their test. Erik felt relief sweep through him as he returned to his role of observer. He listened as the students told Father B about how horrible Professor Carlotta Deaglasse was. Erik nearly dropped through the floor when the black girl, Ebony spoke up.
"I wish I could drop a chandelier on her like they did in this one play I saw in Toronto." Ebony grumbled.
Tai, the lovely oriental girl, piped up, "I remember that play. I saw it in Kyoto. It was a musical about a man with was horrible disfigured and he fell in love with a young singer. It was so tragic."
Felix, the sandy haired young man, smirked, "I only saw the silent film version of it. It was called...um...Something of The Opera."
Angie rolled her eyes, "Phantom of The Opera, you moron. It was a book."
Erik sighed under his breath, "Someone would turn that whole farce into a book."
Father B smiled, "It was written by a Frenchman named Gaston Leroux. A very sad story."
Dean nodded, "Yes it was. I always wished he got a happy ending."
Kurt grinned, "He was the ultimate actor and singer. If I could meet anyone, I would want to meet him. The Phantom is the greatest."
Erik tried not to feel pride at Kurt's confession. He looked at their beaming faces as they discussed his exploits at the opera. He had an impact on them. It may not have been direct, but it was there. Erik looked at Father B's amused face. Tai's soft voice drew back Erik's attention.
Tai sighed, "I hope he found his happy ending. He deserved one."
Erik couldn't help but say, "I'm sure he did as well, but only after extreme pain."
Father B smirked while the kids grimaced at that thought, "Happiness is often surrounded by pain. How else can you tell if you are truly happy?"
Dean groaned as he dropped his test, "Please, Father B, it's not a good time for philosophy. This test already fried my brain."
Erik looked at the packet of papers that was covered in red marks. Curious, he picked it up and began to flip through it. His eyes narrowed as he read the corrections. This woman was an incompetent. Half of her corrections didn't make sense to him. Erik knew he could teach a better class than this woman could. A small flame of purpose flame in his heart, he could teach them.
Suddenly Erik realized what he was thinking. Didn't he swear Christine would be the last? He couldn't bear the rejection he felt when those he began to care about turned away. He looked at their joyful faces as they bantered at each other. How long until that joy turned to fear and loathing, when their ease become discomfort? No, he couldn't bear it happening all over again. He was ready to throw the test down when he saw the huge red 35 staring up at him. But did anyone deserve to be called a failure when they really weren't. Despite his face and rejection, Erik was never called a failure except when it came to love. He looked at Dean. Did this young man who had a flare for understanding music deserve to believe he knew nothing? Did anyone deserve to feel that deception?
"Um... Mister Noir, can I have my test back?" Dean whispered ashamed of the grade, "I know it's not the greatest grade in the world."
Erik pinned Dean with a gaze and made up his mind, Rejection or not, he couldn't bear the shame in the boy's eyes. Gritting his teeth, he stated simply, "I know it isn't the greatest grade because it is the wrong grade."
Dean looked like he was just struck by a bat, "Excuse me?"
Erik took a deep breath and smiled, "This test deserves an 85. She marked you wrong on several right answers. For example, on the question about breathing while singing, you have stated that it is a singer's decision when to breathe which is correct."
Kurt checked it on his test, "She marked it wrong on my test too."
"Exactly my point," Erik grinned, "You were correct in your answer. You were right in all the answers she marked as wrong. Dean, is it?"
Dean nodded, "Yes, sir. Dean Athenes."
Erik smiled as he handed dean his test back, "Well, Mr. Athenes, you should have 85 on this test. I'm pretty sure the same hold for all of you."
Felix smirked, "Professor Disgrace...umm... Deaglasse is full of hot air?"
Erik quirked an eyebrow at that expression, "Hot air?"
Father B intervened, "It means she doesn't know what she is talking about."
Erik nodded his understanding as he looked back at the students. He watched as they exchanged a look and hurried into a huddle. Erik felt his heart begin to pound as he heard them whisper to each other. Under the muffler he could felt his face begin to sweat. Looking down, he noticed his hands were trembling. He felt tensed and afraid. Was he nervous? He only felt this way in Christine's presence after the unmasking. Then he was fearful of her rejection of his face? Would these students reject him now? He closed his eyes against such a possibility. Erik remembered that he was brought here to try again. Was Fate so cruel to allow him to be rejected all over again? Doubts swam through his head as he tried to cope with it all.
Suddenly a sense of peace settled over him as Father B gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Erik looked to him. At least he had the Father and H.G. With them, he wasn't alone. Dammit leaned against Erik's leg in a way that told him he would always have a friend. Erik gently scratched the dog's head. Erik looked over the beautiful campus and decided that he would stay no matter what.
Kurt broke away from the group and turned to face Mister Noir. He was surprised to see him serenely looking over the campus. Kurt grinned knowing that they need to keep him here. Maybe this would open a few doors. Hating to broke to mood that settle in the open area, Kurt cleared his throat. Erik's startling clear yet dark eyes came back to Kurt. Kurt shifted uneasily and knew here was a teacher he wanted to learn from.
"Mister Noir, you know a lot about music. More than our current professor. And we wanted to make you a deal." Kurt proposed.
Erik crossed his arms, "What kind of deal?"
Ebony grinned, "We'll teach you about our culture if you teach us about music."
Erik quirked an eyebrow at this, "How do you know I need help?"
Felix pointed to his shirt, "Because you are wearing H.G's shirt and are totally at ease with it. Orange plaid is not exactly the best thing for you to be wearing."
Erik looked down and quite agreed with Felix. Maybe he did need help. According to Father B's earlier comment these kids have a good eyes and ears for the ever changing fads of this country. He would be a fool for not taking advantage of that. Erik grinned beneath the muffler.
"It's a deal. When should we have your first lesson?" Erik asked.
Dean cheered, "Yes!!! We have a chance to pass!!"
Kurt shook his head and suggested, "How about tomorrow night at eight? No one is here on a Saturday. There is a practice room open."
Erik thought it over, "That will work."
Kurt smiled brightly and extended his hands, "Great. Let's shake on it."
Erik blinked at this phase, "Shake on it?"
Father B spoke up, "It means you shake hand to seal the deal so neither of you back out."
Erik nodded his understand and shook Kurt's hand. Kurt stepped away and began to give the others something to do in preparation for tomorrow. Erik was content watching them argue over who got to do what. Erik turned as Father B's canes tapped along the ground. The old priest began to walk away towards archway to the left of the building. Erik glanced back to see the student to busy arguing to see him. Erik walked quickly to catch up with Father B. As they passed through the arch way, a light breeze kissed their faces. Erik took in the colorful trees in the huge open area and the cars that passed in the distance on the expressway. He was amazed by the mix of natural beauty and technology.
"It's very beautiful here." Father B spoke breaking the silence, "At times I dream that I can see it as the seasons change. You can just stand here and forget for a while. Or dream of how things can truly be."
"I can see how. I often think I'm dreaming this. I'm so afraid to wake up." Erik confessed, "Afraid to wake up and find out I'm still in Paris and being hunted for my face. To be lost and alone in my house without anyone who cares about me."
"You have doubts, don't you?"
"Can you blame me? My whole life was judged not by my personality but by my face. How can I not have doubts?"
Father B didn't comment but turned a corner and they stood in front of a simple stone building. Erik looked it over as they walked towards the front stairs. There was a small stone courtyard separating it from another building that students were milling in and out of. They were so close yet Erik felt they were miles away. Sadly he watched them walk around chatting, oblivious to him. How Christine would fit in here so well. Erik's heart grew heavy at the thought of her.
"Erik, my lad, are ye coming?" Father B called to him.
Erik looked up as Father B held open a door to the building. He took the steps two at a time and relieved the priest of the burden of the heavy door. Father B entered the dim entrance way. In front of them was a set of wooden double door. A plaque rested on the door that read The President's Office. Erik looked around and saw two sets of stair on opposite sides of the hall leading to a second floor. A small handwritten sign read 'Heaven.........Sort of.' A smile touched his lips. Obviously someone was trying to be cute. He glance to the side and noticed a black door that also held a worn sign. Erik nearly laughed as he read it, "Purgatory... Good music, good booze, and too many priests' Father B smiled as he moved towards the stairs.
"Where do these stairs lead, Father?" Erik asked as he went to follow.
"Which ones?"
"The ones we are on?"
Father B grinned as they reached the top, "Easy, my lad. The quietest place on campus."
Erik looked around and was surprised to find that it was the quietest place on campus. Of course he stood outside other room that was guarded by another set of double doors. Father B walked up and pushed them open, revealing a very bright room. Erik shielded his eyes as he stepped through. In front of him a huge glass mural showing different scenes from the Bible. High above was a crucifix washed in a warm white light. Erik gaped how beautiful the church was. He looked around at the simple stain glass window that showed various saints and angels. As he gazed at them, he noticed one held the prophets from the Old Testaments around the Star of David and one that held the symbols of Islam. In all his years he had never seen a place that honored so many different religions. It was breathtaking. Erik felt welcomed in a place of faith for the first time in his life. Father B was smiling at him in a very happy way. Even Dammit was quietly regarding him.
"I know it's not as grand as Norte Dame, but it ours little place of worship." Father B began.
Erik felt the need to correct him, "I have never been in Norte Dame but this is the most beautiful church I have ever been in."
"Thank you, Erik." Father B beamed, "I have so papers to pick up in the back to look over. You are free to look around."
Erik grinned at Father B's retreating back. He waited for Father B to disappear behind a door that was behind the altar before investigating the chapel. AS he looked at the different windows, a haunting melody reached his ears. The soft Organ music drifted to him, luring him away from his exploration. Silently he crept to the altar, curious to who was playing. Maybe he could entice them to let him play with them. His fingers itched to touch the keys of keyboard again.
Soon the back of a young lady came in to view. Her light hair was swept up into high ponytail with a few strands slipping loose. It was so light that Erik believed it was white which tripped something in his memory. When he couldn't focus on it, he shrugged it aside and returned his attention to the girl. She was dressed in all black. Erik watched as her fingers elegantly danced along the keys as she continued to play through that song. A smile touched Erik's lips as he recognized the sonata by Mozart. When she finished up, Erik couldn't help but play a bit of a game with her. He threw his voice so it would be coming right next to her ear.
"Brava, mademoiselle, you are quite excellent." Erik complimented.
The girl merely smiled to her self in a mysterious way. As if she was amused by the whole thing. Slowly she turned and Erik was pinned by her familiar brown eyes. Erik took a step back. How could she be here? It was impossible for her to be here as well as in his own time. The girl's smile got wider as she turned around fully. Daintily she crossed her legs and greeted him.
"Hello, Erik Noir, Angel of Music. I'm so glad you are adjusting well to this world." his savior remarked very amused.
