Chapter 9

Erik was frazzled. He had no idea were to put her. Poppy sat back listening to him grumble to his self. Finally she just told him that ether he stop fretting and decide where to put her, or she'll take his room and He can have the couch. Five minutes latter he pulled her into a room and told her that it was hers.

There was a bed, Poppy found out after she fell all over it. She ended up on the floor letting out a string of colorful words. Words Erik never heard before, much less such words out of a woman's mouth.

"Were did you learn such language?"

Poppy stood, spun to face him even though she could not see him. " I live-lived in New York. One of the best places to learn that kind of language." She smiled up at his annoyed and shocked face.

"Hmm. Well remember you are a lady. And as a lady you such do well to remember that you are not to say such things."

Poppy huffed, and brushed her shirt off, "Yes, well, habits die hard. So this room is mine?"

"Yes. For the time being. Now, you need to go to bed."

Poppy chocked her head, "What about you?"

Erik had started to walk out of the room. He looked back at her," I don't...sleep. But you do, so do so. I will set up rules tomorrow."

Poppy had placed her pack on the bed. Her head shot up, "Rules? Rules, You are going to make me live by some stupid assed rules?"

"Language. And yes, rules. In the short amount of time since we met, I have seen that if I don't set some rules you will drive me even more insane."

"Fine, fine. You can tell me your rules."

Erik nodded, and then left, closing the door.

Poppy smirked after she heard the door close, "It doesn't mean I have to listen to them."

XxX

The next morning Poppy rolled out of bed...literally.

"Oomph! Ouch! Shit, when did I have stone floors?" Laying on her stomach, Poppy felt around on the floor. It was hard and cold. Her hands came to a soft rug. "Oh, I remember now." Poppy got up and pulled on her jeans. She dragged her brush though her messy hair. Poppy picked up her black glasses. Before she put them on, she ran her fingers over her eyes. She winced as she felt around her eyes. Poppy quickly shoved the glasses on her face. She then grabbed her pack and cane. "Time to face the music." She found her way to the door, and before opening it heard an organ being pounded on unmercifully. She sniggered, " literally. " Poppy tapped her way out to the room. The noise got louder.

Erik had not slept at all. There were two reasons why. One there was a song that refused to play out right, and two the young girl sleeping in the spare room. From the future, ha! But then she was different then all the people he ever met on his travels. She was bold. Yelling back at him, all while she's blind. Erik pounded out his emotions on the organ. Suddenly he heard a voice shouting, " That's it! Kill the poor thing! What did it ever do to you!" Erik turned and saw Poppy standing in the doorway laughing. He stood with a growl.

Poppy heard him standing with a growl. She rolled her eyes behind her glasses. "Ok. Step one, take a joke. Your life will be dull if you don't learn to have fun."

Erik just shook his head. "My turn. Step one. Dress like a lady."

"What?"

Erik smirked, "Lady's wear appropriate clothing. Not pants. If you are to learn to be a lady, then you are to first look the part."

Poppy just glared at him. A dress, she hated dresses. She has not worn a dress since that night she lost her sight. But, he was right. If he is to suffer with her, she can at least suffer with a dress. Besides, she won't be able to wear her shirt and jeans forever. She crossed her arms, "Fine. So be it."

Erik was a bit disappointed that she gave in fairly easily, but judging by the look on her face, she will not make it truly easy. "Well then, wait here and I shall go get some."

Poppy scuffed, "Does it look like I can go anywhere?"

He didn't say anything, but left to go see Madame Giry about some clothes. He knew nothing about such things.

XxX

Poppy could tell when he was gone. There was no feeling that she was being stared at. She sighed. How is she going to pull this off? Not teaching him. That's easy. Just be happily insane and eventually it will rub off on to him. She smiled evilly at the many things she could do. No, it was acting like a lady. Even before she lost her sight, she was like this. Well, she had always wanted to perform. If she pulls this off, well it will be her greatest achievement.