Okay Here we are. More…

Hey, if there are other people reading this, I'd be nice to know, you know. Not that diner is a problem, 'cause hey, she's pretty cool. But hey, I'd be nice to hear some other reviews.

Right now with Erik, was going to bring back a memory so something's can fit better. I'm going to do my best, so if you don't understand…well. I'll do better next time.

Little Erik stays in the corner of his cage. Yesterdays' thrashing was so ghastly, Erik now couldn't stir. The bag remained over his head, and he stared off into nothing. It was five minutes until they lifted the faded curtains to show him. He did nothing now because he could do nothing. He wanted nothing more than to give up.

"Alright, boy, get up!" Jabari, his master, yelled. Erik lifted his gaze to look at Jabari.

"No more… sir…no more…" he mumbled tiredly. Jabari laughed at Erik's pitiful excuses for pleas. He grabbed Erik and dragged him out of his cage.

"We decided not to do a show today. Today we have a special treat for someone. It seems, a little girl has been very naughty at her home. So her parents asked a favor of me, that I surely, could not refuse." Jabari smirked. As they got closer to the end of the corner, Erik saw a little girl in a lacy blue dress. She had long blonde curls and her eyes were a deep chocolate brown. She was a little fussy, and wore a frown on her face.

"This is stupid, "she started, "My parents are just complaining about nothing. They just can't handle me."

"Why hello little Emily. Tell me…what are your fears?" Jabari stayed with the same smirk. Emily tapped her foot lightly.

"I aint a scared of noffin's!" obviously she was still learning how to speak properly. Jabari through Erik in front of him.

"Is that so? Well…what do you think of this?" he said. Suddenly, he grabbed Erik's bag off his head; showing his face. Emily screamed and backed up in the far corner. She held herself close and began to cry.

"I'll…I'll be good! I swear! I swear I will!" she whaled. Jabari laughed and push Erik down.

Erik didn't move. He lay there damaged by the girls' reaction. He didn't say or touch her in anyway. I suppose he didn't need to. Jabari returned the frightened girl to her parents, and went back to Erik. He grabbed Erik's shoulder so hard; it might have been enough to leave a burse. Light tears fled his eyes.

"My boy, you look surprised. You shouldn't be, you get this reaction all the time! And you will ALWAYS, get this reaction. Your nothing but a little monster. No one wants to touch a filthy thing like you, and no one probably will. Go ahead. Cry. It only makes you look most disgusting." Jabari told him. Erik's gaze drifted down to a puddle. 'I suppose he's right…' Erik thought. 'I must be a monster if I cannot be touched.'

Erik came back to the real world. Monique was still asleep. He realized the play would soon begin, and he looked at Monique once more. Slowly, he reached out his hand and shook her lightly. Not too hard, though. He was afraid she'd wake and scream or other such. She moved a little, and her eyes carelessly opened. She looked at him for a moment, trying to see who it was. When she realized it was Erik, she smiled.

"Hello, Erik. What are you doing here?" she asked lifting herself a little.

"The performance will soon begin, and I was wondering if you would like to accompany me." He said holding out his hand. She took it, and stood up. She gave a disappointed sigh.

"I cannot. Beatrice said she must see me behind the stage, if I were with you, she would not see me at all." She smiled slightly. He nodded.

"I understand. Until we meet again…" he said stepping behind the mirror. She sighed again. She felt very warmhearted when it came to Erik, and she truly wished she could accompany him, but Beatrice would surely scold her if she did not. She looked at the door, but didn't move for a moment. Sighing once more, she went out the door.

The performance was going smoothly. Monique often glanced up at box five, wishing she was with Erik. Finishing her glance, she looked back at the performance.

"Why hello…I don't think we've met before." He mysterious said from behind her. She jumped a little, and looked back. She saw a man with brown eyes, brown hair, and slightly tannish skin. His smile was friendly, but laced with sensuality. Unfortunately, if Monique didn't notice, she probably would have fallen for it. She didn't smile, but she didn't frown.

"My name…." She paused. She didn't even tell Beatrice her real name. She wasn't ready to tell this man yet.

"…. Is Fawn. My name is Fawn." She said with a false smile. He smiled back and nodded his head.

"Fawn…I like it. Are you named after someone?" he asked curiously.

"Well, yes. My mother's name was Fawn." She said nervously. Well, she wasn't lying…completely. Her mothers name WAS Fawn.

"So…what is your name?" she asked trying to get the object of the topic away from her. Maybe if she just got his name, she could say she has to go help someone, or help prepare for tomorrows performance.

"My name is Vachel." He said with a brighter smile. Monique stared at him. She knew men like him. Always getting any kind of woman, because of their charm, and there dazzling smiles. She was sure there was personality, but she guessed he probably didn't stick around with the girls long enough for them to find out. She gave a small smile.

"Well it was nice to meet you Vachel, but I got to go now…they wanted me to help out with tomorrows performance, and I just couldn't say no." she said laughing nervously. He just stared at her, and he nodded.

"Oh…okay. Well…see you around, I guess." He said. She waved and ran off. He was very, perplexed. Women usually fell for his charming smile quick, with her, she just sat there not even noticing. 'This ones going to be a challenge.' He thought to himself.

Monique ran to the dark box five.

"Erik…are you here?" she called softly. Erik saw her, and pulled her hand to a chair. She sighed in relief, but Erik didn't say anything.

"Who was that boy?" he asked inquisitively. Monique couldn't see his face, so she reached out a hand to feel around for it. First she felt his chest a little, then his shoulder, then finally she found his face. Erik was very thankful for the darkness, because he was blushing madly.

"Sorry, I was trying to find your face…" she said.

"Well the man down there was Rachel. No…wait…Wachel? No, that wasn't it…It was…oh, Vachel! That's it! I don't know what he was after…he was probably trying to seducing me or something." She said with little chuckles. Hearing the way she said it, he felt greatly relieved.

"But I don't know Erik…he makes me very nervous." She said looking away. Erik looked down at Vachel, and glared. Even if Vachel couldn't see him, it didn't mean he couldn't feel it.

Their conversations carried on, and lead to other different conversations.

"You know…I've always wondered your age, Monique. I could only guess twenty one, maybe a little younger…but I was never really sure." Erik asked. Monique's expression changed a little to an embarrassed. One.

"I'm…twenty six, Erik." She said blushing a little. Even if they were in the dark, Erik still saw it.

"Oh…well, your still younger than I am, you're a lot more beautiful as well." He told her. Her blush deepened.

"Well, umm...thank you Erik. But what do you mean, 'more'? You are quite handsome yourself, you know." She said shifting a little. Erik paled.

"You don't mean that." He said shaking his head a little. Monique reached her hand out to his face again.

"Yes, I do." She said with a smile. Her hand left his face; but as it was falling, Erik caught it before it could go back to her.

"I'm a little cold…do you mind if I hold your hand?" he asked shyly. She giggled a little.

"Well if your cold, wouldn't it be better if I moved a little closer to you?" she asked slowly moving closer. When she was right next to him, basically touching his cloak, she stopped.

Erik first all kind of uneasiness. Over time it eased off, and he sighed contently.