Elizabeth sat at the edge of her bed, a brush running through her long blonde hair. It cascaded down her body like water over stones, and it spilled onto the ragged sheets of the bed. She stared blankly into her reflection, her face emotionless as she did. With lily white skin, Elizabeth strongly resembled a doll, and her dress didn't help. It was a long white dressing gown that brushed the floor as she hung her feet over the end of her bed.

There was one thing and one thing only that could possibly cue anybody to what really made Elizabeth so special besides her beauty. Her eyes were the color of smoke, and in the eighteen-hundreds, gray colored eyes were very uncommon. Her pupils were dilated more than a normal human being's, but that's because in her eyes, all she saw was darkness; Elizabeth was blind.

Sometimes when Amy would take her to the market, people would gawk at her, and look into her eyes and wave their hands in front of her face rudely. Of course she would just keep walking, unknowing to the people who were mocking her and her sister. It wasn't their fault that they had been chosen by God to be different than the rest. God had sent those sparks flying into Elizabeth's eyes that lonely cold night, and he had touched Amy's arm to make it stop working.

At least that's what Amy had always told her when she was being put to bed. Even though Amy was a good two years younger than her, she still treated Elizabeth like she was younger. She had always been her eyes, and not once did she ever complain; She had no reason to.

But now as Elizabeth sat there at the foot of the bed, she had regretted not going with her to the market. She wasn't home at the time she said she would be, and she never lied, never messed up a schedule. She was beginning to panic, her hands shaky as she continued to brush her hair. When she heard the footsteps coming though, she leapt up from her spot at the foot of the bed and hurried across the hard wood floor of her ground level-apartment. What she didn't hear was the extra set of footsteps that were in sync with her sisters'. She reached the front door and threw it open, running to her sister and throwing herself into her arms.

"May I help you?"

"Y-You're not… AMY!"

"Lizzy, calm down, I'm here, it's me, Amy."

"Amy! Who is this man with you? What does he want? Is he going to rob us?"

"Calm down Lizzy, he's all right…Go inside."

For some strange reason, she began to reach her hands upwards to feel at Erik's face. Erik felt slightly alarmed for he had never met a blind person up close and personal, and it was certainly a first for him. Her hands were like waxen candles, so pale in the moonlight, and they radiated with beauty. Erik looked down at her and for the first time since he had run away from the Opera house that night, he felt safe. The blonde was blind, and would not know his face if something tragic were to happen, and the other wouldn't put up much of a fight with one arm. But he thought that it would not be necessary to fight these two ladies this night; Amy had brought him to her own home… trusting a total stranger.

Before the blonde's hand could reach the mangled side of his face, Amy had snatched her hand away from him and had spun her around, prodding her to go inside. Elizabeth cursed her inside of her head, but she marched inside anyways in front of her sister.

"Erik, this is Elizabeth, she's my older sister. Incase you couldn't tell, yes, she is blind in both eyes."

He stood stunned there for a second in their little flat they called an apartment. It was very ragged with regular wooded floors, a wooden table with three chairs altogether, four sets of plates, and not a single picture hung on the wall.

"Come Erik, you must be tired, let me show you to a place where you can sleep."

He hadn't realized it earlier, but he was completely exhausted from running from the Opera Populaire' and the angry mobs that had plundered his home. He nodded in agreement and she took him by the hand, guiding him down the only hallway they had. Elizabeth stood in the front room, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. Her sister had just brought a man home which she had just met off of the street. The man could slit Amy's throat and then go for her, but nobody would ever know. She shook her head furiously and then moved to follow her sister and Erik down the hallway, but was then pushed back into the living room by her sister.

"Lizzy what is your problem? Treating a guest like that... You acted purely like a child!"

"Amy that man could be dangerous, and you're letting him sleep in your bed! Where will you sleep!"

"I will sleep with you tonight, but unless you have any more complaints, I will see myself off to bed. I advice you to accompany me, if you are so afraid of Erik, then come with me to bed. I will explain everything once we are settled down in bed alright?"

"Okay Amy..."

And with that said, Amy stalked to her sister's bedroom, quickly undressing into her sleeping gown. Elizabeth joined her minutes later and they both crawled into bed. Laying there awake they both listened silently. There were sobs coming from the other room, unmistakeably Erik's.