Just a quick look into the mind of Erik after he finished talking to Meg. Thank you Kathryn M.B. Denson for the corrective complaint, YokaiChildoftheSouth for the idea. I will use it in the next few chapters. And thank you GlamorousGriz for the ideas, I will use them in the next few chapters. This is only a short and quick chapter in honor of poor Erik who has shown up very little in this Phan Phic so far. Poor thing.
Disclaimer- No own Phantom…But if I did…. Hehehe…
Chapitre Quatre: A Quick Look Inside
Erik made his way back down to his home. He had walked Meg up to the surface after he had found her wandering near the lake looking for frogs. Something about a new prank. His lip curled upward and a semi-smirk, then immediately fell into a grimaced.
The little girl was getting to him. He didn't know how or why, but she was. It bothered him that someone could get so close to him as the make him almost smile, yet they had only talked two times.
Something was wrong. He climbed into his gondola and began to make his way to the other side.
He had even told the girl his name. Something not even Christine had known.
But then again, I was never a real person to her. I was only an Angel of Hell in her eyes.
What was wrong with him? Hell! He had even joked with Meg about needing an insane asylum, and let her call him an aardvark.
He exited his gondola and worked his way over to his organ, looked at his notes and papers strewed everywhere, and figured he deal with it tomorrow. Lifting himself up one more time he made his way to his bed and collapsed upon it.
His last thought before drifting off into the perils of the subconscious gnawed at his heart making him grimace in pain.
Do I like her?
See, short and sweet. Well at least short. It was pretty straight-laced, too. Oh well. Tell me what you think, please. Review for the sake of poor Erik. How can you resist that sexy voice? Au revoir my wonderful readers.