Thank you guys! I have a new reader I see? (yay! I loved your stories! thanks for reviewing!) Yes, Poor-Emo-Erik-who-is-in-desperate-nead-of-a-hug!
well, heres the next chapter. hope you enjoy. this is from the persians POV...of course he's gunna be in the story! he's my second fav! (Erik is #1!)
Something made me think of him today. I don't know why but he was on my mind. He really never left, its always one thing or the other. Ever since Miss Daa'e came into his life things have been...interesting. I was caught in the middle really. I'll never forget the year she left him. The torture chamber, The Scorpion, that night he came to my house, and all that followed. I returned to his domain the next day. it didn't take long to realize I wasn't wanted. I can never forget that. He was in deep pain, emotional and physical. I couldn't let him die, no matter what. He was as weak as he was when he stumbled into my house, if not more. I grabbed him and drug him through his passage ways out of the building and to my carriage. Against his will of course, it wasn't like he could easily protest. I never let him rest either, and considering he lived five stories under ground and was almost dying he could hardly breath when I threw him into my carriage. He spent a year with me. A very shaky one. starting with two suicide attempts in one week. The first involving striking his head at the wall. He was intelligent, to smart for that, So remembering what Christine did I started to question if that was what most depressed people think of first as a suicide attempt. The next time he would have stabbed himself if I hadn't come in. I never thought he was that way. Trying to kill himself seemed above him. No, he was desperate. I went to all precautions to prevent this. I knew life this way couldn't possibly be heathy for him, but he was doing a great deal better by simply eating and having a room with a window. He spent a year with me and was back his normal self, whether that was good or bad. He had gotten over it, Christine was in the past. He returned to the Opera house. Curse him, he was so much better off here. Yes, he was back to himself. I officially realized it when I went to the house on the lake once again, or, more to the point, I didn't. there was no way for me to enter. I was simply caught by him, I was caught "Sneaking around". He was truly sick of me. I was glad. The next thirteen years were wonderful, simply because Erik was alive and so was everyone else! Maybe he was finally keeping that promise. After all he did owe me his life. Twice. He never came close to killing me either, I was even able to cross the lake. One winter day came, however were I went to his house. This time I was hoping to actually get there. I knew he was following me. I felt his eyes. Suddenly I heard a cry from right behind me and then a crash. I turned to find Erik rubbing his leg. He finally looked at me. The look in his eyes was a combination of dislike, pain, and complete embarrassment. I felt sorry for him but I was trying my best not to laugh. I was guilty later. He was depressed again. This time over the fact that he didn't think much of himself anymore.
Ok. all my readers get free Raoul bashing. heres your hammer. -hands over hammer- I will not update 'till Saturday but then I'll be back to the actual story. enjoy hitting the Fop while I'm gone.