I've been putting off writing this chapter, the truth is, this may start to slow down, I'm getting tired of writing this. so I may only update of weekends and things. sorry for the delay, FF locked my account.
"What did you..."
"I've kept a few things stashed away."
there was little light but I could barely see the strings of a violin, suddenly the room was brighter, I was confused, very confused, until I looked around to see Erik had lit a candle. Why was I so jumpy? The room was cluttered, but most of it was instruments.
(A/N: Like mayonnaise!)
I was blown away for a moment 'till I finally was able to ask
"Were did you get those."
he chuckled a bit and said
"Christine, If I told you were I got most of those you'd slap me."
naturally I did slap him. I was sure he probably stole most of them. what was he, some pack rat? something came to me before I felt like slapping him again, this question had bothered me for sometime now.
"Erik?"
"Yes?"
he said, rubbing his face one last time, for the stinging had finally stopped.
"Well...you played my fathers violin...I'm sure it was his, I recognized the sound, It wasn't an illusion so...how did you?"
"He paused for a minuet, paced the room, then, he seemed a little frustrated, kicked a cabinet, it fell open just a bit and inside I saw an old beat up violin. I could we were the paint was chipped by its master over the years it was played, I could see, clearly were the paint was chipped because the masters young daughter dropped it by accident. It was Papas. I wanted him dead. I wouldn't put grave robbing above him, it seemed like something he'd do. the bastard would do anything for me, but this? my anger was growing as I looked at it. I didn't even look at Erik, I couldn't.
"I'm sorry...you know I'm not like that anymore I'm not-"
"Go."
I was choking back tears, again my angel revealed his secret. again my illusions were shattered.
"Christine I-"
"Go!"
forgive me for walking out and getting my account locked. so sorry.