I went over to the large tub and began running hot water.
As I waited for the large bath to fill up, I glanced around the room.
Wow, he built all of this with his bare hands. It must have really taken him a lot of time and dedication.
I stood from the tub and made my way to the vanity where there was a large mirror.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
Oh, Sheridan, you look so tragic!
I carefully touched my neck and the red welts that had appeared from the rope he had wrapped around my neck the previous night. I gazed at my face and my hair. I looked alright, I definitely looked tired and a little frazzled. I leaned forward towards the giant mirror and knocked on it.
Erik, are you in there?
I pressed my face against the mirror and tried to tell him that if he watched me while I was taking a bath, I might get very angry with him.
Would you really get angry at Erik? No…
I laughed at myself for being so paranoid, and stripped down and jumped in the hot bath. It was so hot and steam was rising from the water.
I looked at all the oils and soaps Erik had on the edge of the tub that had never even been opened or used, and I picked a white one. I unscrewed the top and smelled something like vanilla and flowers, and poured it on a white rag and began the bathe.
I heard the door open, but I was too relaxed to look up, I kept my eyes closed as I felt his hands run down my shoulders and pull my hair away from my face. I leaned my head back and reached my hand up to grasp his face… oh Erik… his lips were getting closer to mine.
Sheridan!
Who was that? I'm about to kiss Erik.
Sheridan!
My friend Mary ran through the door and screamed, "NO SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE!"
I woke up in the tub, the water cold, but my blood running hot through my body. I gave an angry scream and slid back down in the tub. Why did Mary have to ruin my little bathroom daydream?
I heard a scream coming from the bathroom.
I got up from my drawing room and ran to the door of the bathroom she was in.
"Sheridan, are you hurt? What's wrong?"
"Nothing Erik, it was only a spider! I'm fine."
"Did you kill it then?" I said with a snarl.
"No, it crawled away into a crack in the wall… I'm fine, really."
He walked back into the drawing room, to continue composing trying not to think about the young girl in his bathroom.
I stepped out of the bath and dried off on a large, white towel. I found my corset from the night before, and slipped on my green dress.
Oh, pretty! Erik has such good taste.
I walked out into the main room with the organ and the divan to see that Erik had set out tea and what looked like pears on a small table. I saw his little kitty Ayesha lying on his lap as he played a song that I recognized as "Angel of Music".
I hope he's not thinking about Christine.
I sat down as quietly as I could, waiting for him to acknowledge me.
"Why didn't you kill the spider?" He said suddenly, not once looking up from his music, causing me to jump just a little.
"Why would I kill something that meant me no harm? It did nothing, I was just startled, that's all."
"I see," he said turning to glance at me, causing Ayesha to change her position on her master's lap.
"But I would watch out for the other one, I heard they come in twos." And I offered him my most genuine smile.
He looked at me like he had just seen a ghost, and I think I saw the corners of his mouth rise behind his mask. A smile?
"Breakfast, mademoiselle?" He says, indicating the tea and fruit on the table in front of me.
"Yes, thank you." He watched me eat and drink my tea.
"Don't you want any?" I said, a little concerned about his weight already.
"No, I don't need to eat."
"Anorexia: What to Do When an Eating Disorder Consumes You" I thought, and had to suppress a giggle.
After I finished eating Erik turned to me and said, "I was thinking you could do some things for me." He pulled the famous O.G. note from his pocket.
"Deliver this to Madame Giry, the ballet mistress. I will tell you how to get to her quarters. I do not have the time these days for running around to deliver such notes, I'm working."
"On an opera?" I couldn't help it, the words flew out of my mouth before I could yank them back in.
"How would you know this?" He said rounding on me.
"I see the music everywhere, I just thought..." I tried to explain running my hand through my hair.
"Put on this cloak, and I'll write out the directions to get through this labyrinth to the surface of the opera."
He threw a black, velvet, hooded cloak towards me, and I slipped it on.
I stood behind him as he wrote out on a piece of parchment directions out of his home through numerous panels and stairways hidden throughout the opera.
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