"Shut up," the man screamed slapping me and causing my silence. His hat was now on the ground next to the gun. His sweaty blond hair clung to his pointy head. Those gray eyes sunk in into his head like a skull. I stood to him as he beat me. His hand was a fire to my flesh. My entire face burned.

I couldn't allow him to take the last piece of Erik from me. I would let him take me if it didn't mean killing my child, our child. I wrestled with his arms to try to prevent him from striking me, but I knew I was too weak. He began hitting me harder. I could barely see anymore. It might not be long before I join Erik. Everything began spinning. I could barely feel the pain any longer. I was in an odd state of conciseness that I doubted was real. I wanted so badly to wake up in Erik's arms and realize this was all a night mirror. My cold tears relieved my aching flesh.

I kicked blindly at all that was in front of me. I was not going to give up. I kicked randomly and was surprised when I heard a thud. I had bought some time. I ran in the darkness to where I remembered the gun was and began feeling around on the floor but was savagely pulled back by the ankle. I tried to grasp anything, but there was nothing. There was no longer any light. I was behind an eternal shadow.

A gun shot was the last sound my ears heard.


A voice rang in my ears. The mix of syllables was a song to me. Lights shined in the direction of the source. It must be an angel. The brown haired beauty that sat at the foot of my bed was definitely an angel. I was in heaven.

"Addie? She's opening her eyes hurry get the doctor!" I heard a familiar voice shout.

I wasn't in heaven? A sense of disappointment weld up inside me as memories came flooding back

I could scarcely make out the face that was at the foot of my bed. I must be in a hospital.

"Christine is that you?" I asked.

"Addie oh heavens! I was so worried about you!" She exclaimed gently hugging my neck. She was trying to be gentle. I began heaving with sobs. She gently stroked my hair and rested my head in her neck to comfort me.

"Christine he's dead," I moaned. I didn't even care that she didn't understand.

"Do you feel well enough to stand?" She asked me.

I moaned louder. My sobs were heard throughout the building.

Christine slowly helped me up allowing me to adjust to the weight of my swollen head. Was she trying to torture me? The dizziness was overwhelming. I cowered in her arms as I stood. My knees shook. She forced me to walk each step. This had to be the worst I had ever felt. The room was spinning or what I could see of the room. It was all a blur of color and light to me. Christine helped me to walk a few steps but it seemed like she was forcing me to walk a mile.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked behind my sobs. Christine didn't answer. She only helped me to kneel at the foot of a bed. She took my right hand and placed it upon a man's hand. I remembered that feeling all too well. I nearly screamed thinking Christine had placed my hand on a dead body. She only ran my hand up his bare arms so I could recognize the form. I began crying louder. I kneeled closer and placed an ear on his bare chest to hear a heart beat. His heart still sang. His heart beat was a sweet melody in my ears. I kissed his bare chest. Oh how I loved him! I kissed his entire body. I kissed his neck and a moan vibrated underneath my lips. He was trying to speak. I doubted he could even move.

Christine nearly cried at the sight. He had finally found a woman who could love him back. She had been haunted by that face for so long. The thought of him living alone in darkness tore her up inside. Now he had found someone. She smiled.

I crawled into the bed next to Erik and lay my head on his chest enjoying the faint rise and fall. I wrapped my arms around his body feeling the bandages around his stomach. He must be in so much pain. I placed a finger on his tender lips. My head rolled with sensation. I felt out the curves were his lips joined at the edge of his mouth. I circled my hand around the opening in the middle.

"I," he managed to stutter. I kept my finger on his lips and shushed him. I didn't wish for him to struggle. I gently cupped his face and turned his head to face me. My tears streamed down his face. I gently kissed him allowing him to steal my air. He managed to kiss me back. He forced all his energy to harshly demand with his lips that I quicken the pace. He felt that same desperateness that was tearing me up inside. Now that I know he's alive I could only weave out my need to be with him upon his lips. His tears joined mine.

Erik is a part of me now. We are one. Without him there is an entire half of me missing.

We kissed each other into exhaustion. It was not long before we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Author's note: Ok I admit. I spoil you rotten.