Awww, I'm sorry I made some of you cry! I didn't mean to! Oh well, Erik and Amile kind of have a sad relationship, but it's nice all together. Hope this next chapter makes you somewhat happier! This chapter seems kind of pointless, but pointless is good! It's a bit funny too. I'm in a slightly better mood than I was yesterday because I rented Moulin Rouge and Chicago last night and ran around my house singing like a maniac. I spent my whole morning singing 'Because We Can' from Moulin Rouge because I was very bored. I wouldn't be very good in a musical. Ach well, just read or get poked with a small plastic porcupine.
Chapter 34: Demons and Angels
Every night at the same time, 9 o' clock, Erik went to visit his daughter. She was regaining her strength, much to his delight. It did go by very slowly, but it started to come back to her. Her normal paleness was restored instead of her being perfectly white. Her blood flow also lessened. Erik always stayed until she fell asleep, sometimes a little bit after. He just would stare at her, taking everything about her beauty in. He did this because he knew that someday this beauty would be different. Amile was only sixteen now, but soon she would be older and different. But perhaps she wouldn't change at all. Only time would tell.
One night, at the end of the week, Erik slowly walked into Mme. Giry's room and was greeted by a huge hug from a certain teenager. Which basically meant that she was fine again.
"Hello darling." he said gently.
Her eyes stared up at him happily, the turquoise shining in them again. "I feel a lot better now." she said, grinning up at him. He smiled down at her. "I can tell."
She sat in her bed, drinking some kind of soup that Madame Giry made for her. Erik smiled as he watched her. "I'm very glad you're feeling better." She grinned, a noodle sticking out of the side of her mouth. He supressed a laugh and pointed to the side of his own mouth. Amile looked at him sideways, then laughed and sucked the noodle in. He smiled and shook his head.
"I suppose you would want to being going back home soon."
Amile nodded quickly, setting down the bowl on the nightstand.
"Oh, you don't know how badly I want to go back! I've been in here too long."
He smiled and nodded, standing up and stretching slightly. He glanced around and sighed. "As long as Madame Giry is okay with it." Amile looked around quickly, then smiled. "She won't care." Erik laughed slightly and shook his head. "Fine, fine..." he said gently. She lifted up her arms. "Carry me." she said in a very dramatic voice. He smiled at her.
"You're too strange sometimes."
She smiled back at him as he picked her up, cradling to him. She snuggled against him and sighed. "I love you daddy." He smiled at her. "I love you more." She grinned and just nuzzled his chest happily.
He laid her on her bed and pulled the covers around her. She looked up at him with her innocent gaze. "I'm sorry for getting you worried." she whispered. He shook his head.
"It's nothing. As long as you're okay." he said gently.
She sighed softly. "Thank you for taking care of me. You and Madame Giry both." He nodded and smiled. Then he stroked her hair gently, softly humming to her. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Good night daddy." she said gently, sliding farther under her covers. He kissed the top of her head and got up. "Good night my angel." he said gently.
In the morning, Amile slowly got up. To her delight, she felt perfectly fine again. She didn't feel as tired or as weak as before. She slowly got out of bed and looked around. The candles around the place gave it a very warm feel to it. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling of the place that she had missed so much. The damp warmth of the place, the faint sound of Erik playing something on the organ. Everything seemed so beautiful to her. Quietly, she slipped off the bed and tip-toed into the music room. Erik was softly playing something. It sounded almost mournful. He tried to play it as quietly as he could, probably as so not to disturb her. Still tip-toeing, she walked behind Erik. She knew that when he got into his music, he didn't pay attention to anything around him. She slowly placed her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. He stopped playing and leaned back, grinning.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, very much. It feels like I was never sick at all."
He smiled and turned around. "That's good." She nodded and looked into his eyes, smiling.
"You know I heard the song you were singing the other night?"
He looked at her sideways. "What song?" She rolled her eyes. Then he knew suddenly what she was talking about.
"How on earth...?"
She smiled at him. "I still have good hearing." she stated. He looked down, almost embarassed that he had forgotten. She placed her arms around his neck suddenly, nuzzling her face in his neck. "It was beautiful." she said softly. He closed his eyes and absorbed the moment, the closeness. He sighed and put his arms around her, pulling her to him. For the whole time she had been sick, he had been so afraid he would have never been able to hold her like this. But now it was just her. This angel in his arms. A demon holding an angel. It seemed so strange to think about. But it was still perfect.
