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Chapter Ten

Later that night Erik again found himself at the mirror in Charlottes bedroom. However instead of just watching her, he was drawing. Sitting on the floor, he was making a charcoal drawing of her as she sat at her dressing table.

He knew the boy had liked the cat and was pleased. He hoped it would stop the boy from wandering. The cat was now sound asleep at the end of the boys bed, the boy sound asleep as well.

He paused when she moved back toward her bed and watched as she lay down and settled in to sleep. Not quite ready to leave yet, he continued drawing, he had memorised what she had looked like as she had sat there and brushed her hair.

He wasn't sure how long he continued to draw, time had no real meaning to him. It was only when he heard soft from the mirror that he realised Charlotte was still awake. He knew it had been awhile since she had retired to bed, he had finished alot of the background detailing of the picture.

He stood and rolled up the piece of paper andput away the charcoal, stepping closer to the mirror, waching her for just another moment before he started to sing to her softly.

Angels watching, e'er around thee,
All through the night
Midnight slumber close surround thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
My Angel, I'am keeping watch
All through the night

Charlotte sat up as she heard the voice which had calmed her the previous night. Who did the voice belong to? It seemed far too real to ber imagination and she pinched herself to make sure she was awake and it wasn't a dream. 'Who are you?' she asked softly. Was it the other girls playing tricks on her?

The voice didn't directly answer, simply continued to sing. The voice was beautiful, a deep dark voice that made her feel secure, safe. She lay down, settling into her pillow as she listened to the beautiful voice which finally sung her to sleep.

Erik stopped singing when he was sure she was asleep. He watched her carefully, completely unsure of what had made him sing to her again. Surely she would start to wonder who the voice belonged to? Would she realise who he was?

He shook his head slightly as he picked up his drawing and charcoal and returned to his lair, more confussed then ever.

What was about it that called to him? Why had he retuned again? When he had sworn to himself he would never allow anyone to touch his heart?

But perhaps this young woman could be more accepting of him? She was caring for her brother perhaps...

Her brother is beautiful! An inner voice snarled at him. Not a vile creature like you! How could she possibly accept you when your own mother couldn't?

Erik shook his head slightly. Of course Charlotte could never accept him. Christine never had, only when she beleived him to be her Angel of Music! Perhaps he could become Charlottes Angel of Music but never reveal to her the truth.

It was certainly an idea to think about and with that, he headed for his lair.