Erik growled at how nice he'd been to the girl as he walked down the street. He had already bought the sheet music and now he was on his way to pick her up something to wear. 'I can not treat her like I have been. It will make her soft. And it will probably make me soft as well. You must be strong to survive in this world and with all her crying she is deffinately someone who needs some toughening up.' He thought to himself as he spotted the shop in the now fading daylight.
The sun was pretty much down and a shadow spread throughout the street. Sighing as he looked into the window the shop. Standing out infront of it for a short period of time just gazing in at the fabrics and the dresses. He soon walked in now noticing that the Giry child was in here with two of the ballet brats. "Oh, Meg! This dress is exquisite!" She said and Erik rolled his eyes as the girls fawned over an extremely expensive dress that none of them could afford.
He walked to the other side of the shop not being noticed by anyone except maybe the shop keeper. He looked at the dresses and soon picked out one that looked casual, and non-expensive for something to wear around his lair. He then saw the girls had left the dress as he walked over and looked at it himself. It was silk and red. The top of it was a corset so there was no one for one under it. the stitching on it was black winding patterns that would sometimes burst into an ocassional rose. The laces for the corset were also black.
Erik now looked up from the dress to see the ballet girls looking over at him. They were watching to see if he was going to buy it. Wondering if he was of nobility. Laughing inwardly to himself as he thought of this. 'Me! Nobility! That's one thing i wouldn't be expecting if i saw myself walking down the street.' He thought to himself and shook his head taking the dress down and deciding that with Crystal's dark black hair and beautiful pale skin it would look wonderful on her if they were to go to see an opera, which he did soemtimes with Nadir in box five.
The girls whispered amongst themselves as he walked over and payed for the dresses he had baught. Smiling inwardly he walked out of the shop and down the street. He figured he could do one more nice thing for Crystal before eh became his hatred filled self agian.
Erik continued walking until across the road he saw Raoul emerge from inside the local pub. He stumbled out and called a carriage as Erik did the same. The vicomte got in and Erik soon was following him down the winding roads to his home. 'A drunken fop is never a good thing.' He thought to himself concerned for Christine since h knew little of their new life and how it was going.
Soon the carriage stopped and Raoul disapeared into the house. Erik exited his carriage after and snuck around the back of the house. He climbed up a tree and luckily found the window that happened to be the newly wed's room. "Christine! Where are you?" He heard Raoul's voice yet not seeing the man. All he could see was Christine praying as she was interupted by the man opening the door.
Raoul smiled at Christine drunkenly but not to threateningly. Erik watching closedly as Christine smiled back half-heartedly. "My dear Christine...my little lotte..." He cooed seductively as he proweled over to her and picked her up.
Christine giggled someone and looked the man. Erik felt his heart pounding and heard the blood rushing in his ears. Jealousy was consuming him as he saw the couple kiss passionately. Deciding nothing was wrong he began to descend the tree and moved around to the waiting carriage. Getting in agian he sighed as the man at the reigns waited for him to tell him the destination of his next place. "To the Opera House." He chimed and the carriage was off.
