Alrighty, Tuesday. I told you! Alright here is chappie one! Have fun!
Chapter One
Erik sighed, the cold nipping the uncovered side of his face as he strode down a remote street of Paris. His cold eyes examined the shop windows, looking for the supplies he needed -- food, and some extra clothing. He also needed a new cloak; his regular one was becoming frayed at the ends.
He entered a shop, keeping his head down, and shadowing his face with a black velvet hat. He glanced idly at a few cloaks, and found one to suit him. He moved to the counter, gestured, and rang the small bell. A short young woman bustled in from the back of the shop. Trying not to stare at the peculiar man, she asked in a small, hurried voice, "Do you need any adjustments to the size, monsieur?"
"No," Erik said curtly. He was in a hurry. He set the correct amount of francs on the counter and, gathering the cloak, strode out of the store, leaving the young woman staring after.
Outside the small shop Erik glanced around, and heard a rustling in the alleyway on the side of the shop. His hand strayed into the folds of his cloak, closing over the Punjab lasso. The rustling sound came again, this time accompanied by a sound of whining.
Erik's eyes filled with curiosity. He stepped into the alley, and caught a wriggling movement under folds of cloth. He pulled the cloth away, and his face clouded with amazement and wonder.
The child flinched, her pale, bare skin exposed to the chill. A pink tinge appeared on her cheeks and nose.
"What the hell?" Erik muttered, cringing. Suddenly he stumbled backward, realization coming over him.
He would have to do something for her! He couldn't leave an infant in some alleyway!
"No," Erik said to himself. "No, no, no, no, no."
Yet his body disobeyed him. He picked up the child, wrapping her in the thick new cloak. He looked her over. She looked only a few months old, maybe eight to twelve. Her nose was pink with cold and her cheeks were flushed.
She smiled up at Erik through dark green eyes. Her short, whispy hair was soft, and dark red.
He stared at her, confused. Then a thought flew into his head: he could dump this wriggling object on Nadir!
The child's face contorted, and she vomited on Erik's new cloak. Erik let out a curse, and glared at her. "Fine," he said to her angrily. "Be that way."
She smiled back and made a humming sound, using different pitches, and making a sort of melody out of it.
"Melodie."
It struck Erik. 'No,' he thought, 'you can't name her!' Yet it was too late; he already had. The infant smiled, and uttered a long gurgle of sounds, as though happy with the name.
"Damn." Erik swilled his cloak, pulling his hat low, and swept down the empty street, holding the grinning child awkwardly in his arms, heading west towards Nadir's home.
That's it for today. Next update comming soon depending on reviews. Haha, Kisses from Erik if you Review!