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Chapter 2- Down that Path into Darkness.
Sita could hardly believe what she was doing. She had put her life into the hands of a complete stranger, a Frenchman at that. Blindly, she was following this man who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere to some forgotten place that she would never be found. Sita shivered at the thought of that.
"Are you cold?" Erik's musical voice said, startling Sita out of her thoughts.
"Wha- oh, no I'm actually fine." apparently, that answer wasn't good enough for the man, as he took his cloak off and placed around her. Sita snuggled in to the warmth of it, using one had to hold the cloak to keep from tripping. Erik took her other hand again and led her further down. Or were they going up? Where were they going? Sita, normally a strong person, began to panic at the confusion in her head. The confusion broke her concentration and she tripped on a stone. Strong arms caught her from falling again and promptly lifted her off the ground, carrying her. Sita felt oddly comforted by this and relaxed against Erik. This strange masked man was unlike any Frenchman, or any man, she had ever met. He had not judged her for being a gypsy or tried to hurt her in any way. Instead he had tried to help her, something no one had ever done for her before. This man made her feel safe, especially now that the cries of the mob were becoming fainter and fainter.
Holding Sita close to him, Erik walked down the winding passages to get to his home. He felt a strange pull towards the girl, which was odd as she was a gypsy. Erik had hated the gypsies for what they had done to him in his past and here he was helping one. Plus, Erik never bothered much with helping people unless it were Mme. Giry, Nadir or Christine. No, don't think about her.
Struggling to forget Christine, Erik looked at the girl in his arms. She was so young, and in the same position Erik was in when he was a child. Maybe that was why he was helping her. He couldn't bear to see someone so young and beautiful suffer for being different. This girl seemed to have a bizarre combination of strength and childish innocence, so different from Chris- Don't think of her.
Stepping through a curtain, Erik entered into his lair. He placed Sita in a chair by his organ and removed his cravat from her eyes.
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