I knew that my music had control over people, and I knew playing a soothing song would get her to be quiet.
He glanced over at the sleeping girl on the divan.
She didn't scream or try to run when she saw me. She wasn't frightened. She was probably in too much shock to even care; you invited her to stay in your home because she's all alone… like you.
Well, I just can't let her sleep there all night, she must be getting uncomfortable.
He walked gracefully over to her and lifted her with ease from the divan, once again not being able to decide where to put her for the remainder of her stay. He didn't need sleep but he knew this child did.
Making up his mind, he strode into the Louise Philippe room and laid her in between the white silk sheets.
She must be terribly uncomfortable, sleeping in that dress and that corset—no! That is none of your concern!
He stared down at her, watching her even breathing. When he was sure she was asleep and wouldn't wake up, he reached out to touch her warm cheek. He immediately drew back after contact and stalked out of the room.
I sat up in bed, when I was sure he was gone. I touched my hand to my cheek and laid back down in bed smiling.
SCORE!
Only seconds later sleep overcame my exhausted body.
I woke up the next morning feeling rested but my stomach ached from not eating and sleeping in a corset. I stepped out of bed, onto the cold stone floor and immediately brought my feet back under me.
Damn Erik, get a heater…
I glanced around the dark room, taking in all of the books that lined the walls, noticing extinguished candles and a chair in the corner of the room with a dress draped over the back. I decided I had to get out of this warm bed sometime and wandered over to where the dress was laying.
It's green! My favorite color…
I also noticed a silk robe lying on the trunk at the foot of the bed I had just spent my night in, and decided to slip it on over my 21st century undergarments that I had kept on under my 19th century clothes.
I peeked my head out from the door of the room to glance around his house. I took in every detail. I noticed every candle, every piece of music, every little trinket he seemed to have stashed around his domain. And then him sitting at his organ, not playing but composing.
"Umm… excuse me monsieur?"
He stopped writing and looked at me in my silk robe that was hanging to my young figure, and looked away immediately.
"May I know your name?" Even though I already know it.
"My name is Erik, and yours mademoiselle?" He said without turning around to look at me.
"Sheridan."
"I know it's strange," I said, reading his thoughts. "May I ask, if you have a bath that I might be able to wash up in?" I said nervously as I brought my hand to the back of my head, where I felt a giant lump, obviously from last night.
"Yes, right this way"
He kept his eyes down as he passed me, and walked back into the Louise Philippe room. I watched him pull a book from the shelf, Utopia, and saw it slide to the right and open up into a completely white marble bathroom.
He cleared his throat and said, "Well then, I'm sure you have everything you need…" and he began to leave.
"Erik?"
He turned around and for the first time looked at me dead on.
Jelloid legs! Must remain… Standing!
"The dress on the chair, it's mine?"
"Yes, it is yours."
And without another word he soundlessly left me in the bathroom.
Should I try to bribe you all with cookies and muffins if you review?
Have I really come to that?
Erik: You are pathetic...
slams head on keyboard