(I Don't Own POTO, Only The People You Don't Recognize)
This was my first attempt to re-write Masquerade...i think this is gonna end up as a one shot...unlees i get lots of reviews and ideas...
Review please...ideas are welcome...
as usual, if something is not formatted right...i blame it all on Fanfiction...it has a tendency to screw things up like that...
In the cold December night Erik was on a walk since he could not sleep. All
at once he thought he heard a child cry out in the dead of the night.
'Who would be out at this time of night?' He thought to himself. Erik
quickly moved further into the shadows, he did not wish to been seen or
heard, for if he was it would most likely mean his death.
"Hush my little one, we mustn't be heard." The gypsy mother said in a
whisper to her child. For her child was starting to fuss, and was unaware of
the dangers that lay ahead.
"If you don¹t keep your child quiet, I will throw it into the river. For
if we are heard we will be slain." A man in the darkness said.
The man had a good point, if the guards who were on patrol heard the child
they would be slain. For who would allow gypsies into France? Gypsies were
said to be the Devils right hand advocates. Sent to destroy and corrupt the
world with their heathen ways.
"Gypsies" That one word held so much anger and hatred in it for Erik. As
a child the Gypsies had abused him, used him to make money, and called him
'The Devils Child'. No he would not stay here a minute longer, he cared not
at what happened to the Gypsies on the boat. Whatever happened to them they
deserved. And with that last thought Eric slipped away into the darkness of
the shadows.
"Why do we have to patrol at this time of night when it'
s so bloody
cold?" Asked a Solider to his partner.
"So we can catch Gypsies, and burn them at the stake, sending them back
into Hell where they belong. Also did you not hear the Cardinal? He said
that God had sent him a vision of Gypsies sneaking into France at night by
boat."
"God? You mean more like he paid someone to be his informantŠWait! Did
you hear that?"
"Yes it sounded like a child crying, and who would be out on a night
like this in December? One word for you my friend, Gypsies. Lets go have
some fun shall we?" The men road off laughing an evil laugh.