Chapter 65 Poetry and Song

Yay! I'm back and only after 3 days! (had this chapter written forever ago) Not long now till things really start heating up! I also went shopping and found a book called the Vampire Encyclopedia,wuite interesting actually, anddiscovered the true name for one of my fetishes, Hematomania, if anyone knows what this means...well you'll be disturbed to say the least.

Adriana was curled up on her favourite couch, Erik's head in her lap as the Phantom sat slumped on the rich Persian carpet, running her fingers through his stringy hair. She twisted the coarse muddy black-brown-grey strands around her fingers with a single-minded purpose as she hummed slowly under her breath.

"Sing," Erik commanded softly, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of her touch.

"Sing what?" she teased in reply, Erik sighed, "What you were humming,"

"Hm," a single chuckle vibrated in her chest, "Alright," she shifted slightly and kissed the Phantom once, then settled back.

"I dreamt I met a Galilean, a most amazing man
He had that look you very rarely find, the haunting, hunted kind
I asked him to say what had happened, how it all began
I asked again, he never said a word, as if he hadn't heard"

Erik took her other hand and kissed her palm as the low alto timbre of Adriana's voice hummed across the room.

"And then, the room was full of wild and angry men
They seemed to hate this man
They fell on him and then, disappeared again"

Erik sighed, a familiar ache, dull in his slender chest, Adriana ran a comforting hand over his thin shoulder and continued to sing.

"Then I saw, hundreds of millions, all crying for this man
And then I heard them mentioning my name
And giving me the blame…"

"That sounds like a hymn," Erik said softly, Adriana laughed, "It is rather, it's from Jesus Christ Superstar,"

"Is there any more?" the Phantom asked, a shrug answered him, "More of the show, no more of the song,"

"Ah," Erik stole her hand again and littered the skin with icy kisses, nibbling on the inside of her wrist, she flicked him lightly with her fingers, "That tickles," she laughed.

"That's why I'm doing it," his cold breath was drawing goose bumps.

"Evil Phantom,"

"Naturally, what other songs are there?" Adriana shrugged again, "Meh, I cant be bothered singing them all now,"

"You're lazy,"

"Naturally. I'll recite you a poem though, if you want?"

"Shakespeare again?"

"Yeats,"

"Who?"

"William Butler Yeats, he won't be around for another few years yet, he was an Irish poet, I've studied him a little while before,"

"I see, go ahead then,"

"I will, its called The Mask," she straightened in her seat and her voice took on a rhythmic melody.

"Put off that mask of burning gold
With emerald eyes
'Oh no my dear you make so bold
To find if hearts be wild and wise,
And yet not cold'

I would but find what's there to find
Love or deceit
'It was the mask engaged your mind
And after set your heart to beat
Not what's behind'

But lest you are my enemy
I must enquire
'O no my dear let all that be
What matter so there is but fire
In you, in me?'"

"Interesting," Erik commented, Adriana smoothed over the dark, greying, locks of his hair, "It was one of my favourites,"

"Through no fault of my own, I trust?" Erik yawned sleepily, Adriana slid down and curled her arms around his neck, "Au contraire my dear Phantom, the fault was entirely your own,"