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Chapter 22- Passion Play
Dominique stormed into the lair. Erik sat at the organ, writing his latest compilation, something he wouldn't let anyone near. Dominique ran over to his father, and threw the music down on his father's moving fingers.
Erik calmly looked up at Dominique and blinked twice. "Yes?" He said.
Dominique looked as if he would explode. "What the hell is this?" He raged, pointing at the music before them.
Erik looked down at the papers. "Why, I believe it is music." He said. "And quite a wonderful piece, might I add."
"No, you may not!" Dominique exclaimed.
Erik's look of surprise was completely unsuppressed. "I'm sorry, my ears must be failing at my old age." He laughed, mockingly. "Did you just tell your father what he could and could not do?"
"No." Dominique said with a great look of hate. "I told you!"
Erik calmly stood. "Well, let us explore this particular piece of music." Erik said, picking up the sheets of paper and handling them as if he was inspecting them.
"What did you do?" Dominique said.
"Pardon me?" Erik said, looking up at Dominique.
"Why did this song make Isabelle leave?" Dominique demanded. "What did you do to her?"
"I did nothing to this young and talented lass." He said, smiling a devilish grin, knowing how he was infuriating Dominique.
"Then how did you do it?" Dominique yelled.
"Why do you assume that if something is foul between you and this charming young lady, it is at my fault?" Erik said, turning around and taking a few steps.
"Because." Dominique snarled. "It always is."
Erik laughed. He continued to stand with his back to his son, but in a scornful tone began to hum "The resurrection of Lazarus" under his breath. Dominique knocked the chair over and stormed, loudly into his room. He sat with a huff onto his bed, and picked up the music he had been working at the day before. The passion raging within him, he knew that now would be the perfect time to continue with his writing. So, with no hezitation, he began to write, erase and tweek.
Erik stood on the other side of the door. A wide smile covered his half hansome half deformed face. All was going to plan. He would need Dominique to continue to write with this fervor, or the plan would not work. Dominique had passion, this Erik was sure of. All Erik had to do was hone that passion to Erik's advantage.