Author's Note: I'M BACK! Well you all answered within twenty-four hours of my question about a sequel and I didn't want to disappoint, especially after such enthusiastic responses. So here's the first chapter you've all been waiting for. I couldn't think of a really good title to rival the one for the first story so bear with me on that part. All my creative muses decided to jump ship when it came to the title. :shrugs: Oh well, we'll just have to make due with this one for now.

As for the first chapter, it will be short. A reintroduction to the main couple and one new character. : grins: She very heavily inspired by Susan Kay's take on Erik's childhood. So if you've read her work you'll understand the advanced workings of characters mind. Hope you enjoy.


Chapter 1: Snow Angels

The train moved at a comfortable speed, the sleeping passengers never feeling a bump or shake as they passed through new lands without acknowledging it. Outside the passing scenery was one constant factor. The thick layer of snow that covered every house and tree in sight. Even now, at three a.m. the snow still continued to fall in thick snowflakes that rivaled the size of the small child's hand that was pressed flat against the cold glass of the train.

The child was only a year old, but she had bright azure eyes that told more then her small body could at first glance. Intelligence burned in those eyes far stronger then they should have. But the snowflakes still amazed her, captivating her attention while the rest of the world around her slept.

The train passed by a lamppost while traveling through a small town and lit up the child's face, flashing on her dark brown hair that gleamed with red highlights in the bright light. She blinked for a moment and rubbed at her eyes. The light had been so sudden that she saw white spots for a while.

A sound caught the child's attention, enough to even draw her away from the winter wonderland outside. She turned to the two figures sitting beside her on the cushioned bench. A man and woman in their late twenties, sleeping soundly against each other. The woman was nestled against the mans side with her head beneath his chin. The white porcelain of his mask resting atop her red curls and his arm wrapped about her shoulders while the other lay limp at his side. Their faces were peaceful, they trusted each other even in their sleep.

The little girl smiled, they were beautiful. She didn't know why at such a young age, but to her they were as beautiful as butterfly's were to any other child. And she was happy because these two butterfly's were hers.

Mommy and Daddy. By now she new that they loved to hear her say those words. She liked how they smiled whenever she called them that, so she called for them often. Their hugs and kisses never got old, she absorbed them with glee. No child loved their parents more then this year old angel.

A small sound made the little girl jump. A piece of baggage shifting in one of the overhead compartments no doubt. The sound was enough to wake the man and have him stare bleary eyed off into the distance for a moment. He sensed the woman curled up against his chest and rested his mismatched eyes on her with a loving smile. His free hand came up to brush stray curls from her sleeping face. At the same time he seemed to realize that something was missing. He stared at his free arm in amazement and then quickly saw the little child grinning at him.

He chuckled softly as not to wake his sleeping wife and raised a questioning eyebrow at the child. " And what exactly are you doing up little one?" He asked playfully. The melody of his voice still clear, even in the whisper he'd reduced it to. The little girl grinned and easily crawled over to his free side and matched her mothers snuggling position, though her head only reached her fathers waist. She realized how tired she really was when her fathers arm came around her like a warm blanket.

Erik smiled down at the sleepy child. " Sleep now Megan, we'll be in Paris very soon mon petite ange." He said before leaning back and letting sleep claim him once again. Outside the trains window, snow continued to fall as the last wakeful passengers slipped back into unconscious bliss.


Author's Note: This is a really sweet scene I saw the moment I put my mind to writing a sequel. I never could introduce a character very abruptly. So I wanted to make this a sweet picture to build the story on. Don't worry, the story will not be like this all the way through. I just wanted something other then a jump back into the story, that would be like jumping in a freezing cold pool on a scorching summer day. Way to shocking for my taste.

So please review, tell me what you think of little Megan. I love her so much, due to the fact that she's only one she won't be speaking too much. I only want to see through her eyes at some critical parts of the story. I hope you like so far and approve. Love you all.