I must be like, sick in the head, I have lost my trademark for updating quickly! I have just been so sick lately, it's ridiculous. I have gotten reasonably better though! But everyone at my school is sick so I got reinfected. Booo... And yes, Erik is going to be a classic dad and ruin his daughter's first prom/masquerade/whatever! Muahaha, bad Erik. And I still need the timeline because I don't know when the cemetary scene was and that's going to play a key part in the story. Anyway, my friend Lexi said there's now four kinds of Erik. Gaston Leroux's Erik, Susan Kay's Erik, A.L.W.'s Erik, now Totschafe's Erik! Yay! Now read more about Totschafe's little Erik person!
Chapter 26: Dmitri
It was the night of the masquerade and Amile couldn't have been more excited. Erik watched amusedly as Amile waltzed around the lair, grinning happily. She got her dress from behind her bed and ran behind a curtain. A few minutes later, she came back out, grinning almost madly. Erik had a stunned look on his face. She looked beyond beautiful, she was gorgeous. He touched her shoulder and smiled. "You are absolutely beautiful Amile." he said gently, kissing her on the cheek. She smiled and hugged her father. "Thank you daddy! I gotta go now" she said excitedly. As she ran up the stairs, Erik felt his heart weighing down painfully. He couldn't do it. This was her night. The one night that she could be around people. She hid herself long enough. She might as well hide herself among people.
She sat excitedly on the edge of Madame Giry's bed, toying with her mask with her fingers. It was a silver mask looking much like her father's mask. It had a black outline and a white rim around the eye. She smiled at it. Madame Giry was braiding her hair and smiled. She put diamond clips in the hairs to keep it still. It was a nightmare to brush out Amile's unruly and insane hair. To add to that, Amile hadn't been completely compliant with the likes of Mme. Giry's brush. But after some harsh pulls and many yanked out hairs later, Amile's now beautiful hair was the result. The teenager grinned from ear to ear with excitement. "Oh Madame Giry, this night is going to be wonderful" Madame Giry added a couple more pins before going in front of Amile and admiring her work. "Yes, it will be wonderful. Now remember who you are to me." Amile nodded. "Amile LeCrux, distant cousin. Daughter of Stephen LeCrux, famous wine seller in America." Madame Giry nodded. "Yes, you will do very well tonight."
They headed into the ballroom. Amile did feel the worst urge to go to the back halls with the crazy drunk people. Above all things, she hated being with a bunch of posh rich people and keeping herself straight at all times. She walked stiffly, her boots not giving her much grace or balance. She just wanted to rip off the boots and throw them at Carlotta's big ego-filled head. Then run away to the halls where she could go crazy. But she knew Erik and Madame Giry wouldn't like that from her. She stiffly walked in behind Meg and Mme. Giry. A couple boys sent her looks that made her look down and blush. When she got in, she smiled as she saw everyone dancing happily. Then she was approached by a young boy. He had light brown hair pulled into a ponytail and a half black, half white mask in his hand. He bowed to her. His voice had a very Russian accent to it. "Excuse me madamemoislle. Would you care to dance with me" Amile smiled and took his hand. They danced together. Luckily, Erik had given her some dancing lessons. It felt awkward at first, then she felt herself get drawn in.
Erik watched from a window over the balcony, smiling at his daughter. She seemed so happy where she was. There was a boy dancing with her. She seemed almost embarassed by it, then he watched as she slowly got into it. She was angelic out there. His angel. He felt so guilty for what he was to do. He looked at the packet in his hand. A frown graced him and he looked back at his daughter. "Amile..." he whispered. But then he saw Christine and Raoul come in and a spark of anger lit in his heart. The young couple kissed and Erik felt every part of him tense. Amile was off to the side and she too noticed since she was giving Christine a death glare. Now was the time to wreck the party. Both of them were angry at the new couple. Amile seemed like she wanted to run off and hit Christine over the head with something heavy.
The boy that danced with Amile let her go. He stood next to her. "My name is Dmitri Zayachkov. My father is leading in the oil business. Right over there." He pointed to an older man, around 50, dancing with a younger woman. Amile smiled. "My name is Amile LeCrux. My father is Stephen LeCrux, a famous wine seller in America. My aunt is right over there." She pointed at Madame Giry. Dmitri nodded and smiled. "Thank you for dancing with me, now if you'll excuse me, I'm quite thirsty." He headed over to the bar. Amile felt her heart flutter as she watched him. Then she turned her head and her heart turned from butterflies to stone. Christine was back.
