In the liar Erik was playing a tune on his organ. It was a sorrowful tune, with a haunting sound to it. The melody exactly portrayed his pain. He poured his soul into all his music, and anyone who listened to it was easily memorized by it. That's what was magical about Erik's music.
After a while he stopped playing and got up. He looked out towards the gates and noticed something behind it. A pale body dressed with a red velvet dress was floating up against the gate. Her hair was brown with hints of red between the strands.
'Christine? Could it be her?' Erik opened the gate and plodded through the water towards the body. As he came closer he realized it wasn't Christine, for although the girl had the same hair color, she had no curls. Instead her hair was straight.
Disheartened, Erik came up to the body. He could not see her face since it was covered by her bangs. 'I can't just leave her here,' he thought, picking her up. Water soaked his white shirt as he went up to his bedroom, stopping in front of the swan bed and putting her down on the ground. He checked her pulse. 'Still alive.' His hand was red. 'And she's bleeding.' He went to fetch something to wash the girl's wounds. He tore a piece of cloth from a costume.
He came back and started to clean her left arm. After that was done he pulled her bangs away, first pulling away her strands from the right side.
"Her again!" He pushed her away from him. "What is she doing here?" He eyed the deep gash on her forehead. Blood was streaming down her cheeks. He didn't know what to do. Should he help the girl who mocked him before? She seemed different. Her face was peaceful, and without her thrusting her tongue she seemed angelic. 'I can't just leave her here in this condition,' Erik concluded after much thought.
He wiped the blood from her cheek, and proceeded on brushing away the bangs from her left side. His eyes grew wide as he discovered what lied behind the bangs. His hand froze. "Wh…What happened? Her face…" He scanned her features, comparing the deformity with his. Unlike his, her face was still plump, and did not resemble that of a skeleton. It seemed as though some magical hand was messing around with the nose, eye, and lips. Her skin pigment was red in some places and blue in others from the broken flesh. Erik just stood there in awe. Never in all his life has he seen someone else with such a deformity.
Roselle slowly began to regain consciousness. Her eyes opened to little slits. Erik wanted to flee, but it was too late.
"You!" She shuddered. "How dare you touch me! Get away from me!" She tried to push Erik away from her but he stayed where he was, so instead she backed away from him.
Erik stood up, his arms crossed. "And that's how you give thanks to the man who saved your life?" He thrust the blood-drenched cloth at her. She knocked the cloth away from her with her arm.
"You should've left me at the bottom of the lake. I would rather die than have to live in this world with this horrid complexion!" After this was said she sank down and buried her face in her arms, quietly crying to herself.
Erik was still standing where he was, watching Roselle. He pitied her, and this was the first time he felt sorry for anyone else besides himself. There, in front of him was this girl who, the other day was a rare beauty, and now, was as ugly as he. He couldn't imagine being handsome and then lose it all before his very eyes. He truly felt sorry for her.
Roselle lifted her head and noticed that Erik was still there. She scowled. "Why are you still here! I told you to get away from me!"
"Well I'll go away, but it's not because you told me to." Erik was now by the entrance way to the bedroom. "Do remember who's house this is." He stole one last look at her. She was cross, her eyes flickering with anger. Her cheeks were moist from tears. He turned his head away from her and went down the stairs.
When Roselle was sure Erik was off the stairs, she resumed crying, until she lulled herself to sleep.
