Chapter 25
Erik jumped. Fury welled up in him. He turned to the couch. There on the couch, was a girl. Or more like a young woman. She was wearing even stranger clothes then Poppy wore when he first met her. They were black and red. A red top and black pants that flared out at the bottom. A sliver rose necklace and silver hoop earrings glinted in the candlelight. She looked up at him with a cynical smirk on her lips. Her arms were linked behind her head.
"Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
She raised a dark eyebrow; "That was really cliché. And yell all you like, it won't faze me" She stood and stretched; all of her 5 feet glory. She winced and lightly touched her right side. "Still tender," came a mutter. She walked over to a wall and inspected it closely. "Hmm, limestone…thought it would be granite…ah well." She straightened up, tossing her shoulder length chocolate brown and red striped hair out of her brown eyes. "As to answering your questions…I am Sarah. Or Des Iries. Or the annoyed Authoress of this story. I prefer Des." At his confused look added, "don't really try to understand, Love. I find it really confusing to try to type anyway. Ok. What the hell is your problem? I have sworn never to put myself in my stories, and yet I'm here…can you tell me why Erik?" She didn't let him answer. She walked up to him and glared up at him. "I'll tell you! You have an issue. Yes, I understand you have "loved" Christine for, what seven years? That it will be hard to just fall out of love with her like," she snapped her fingers, "that, and fall in love with another. But you have to ask yourself—do you really love Christine, or is she just an obsession? Poppy really loves you. You need love, she needs love, and I need sleep! It's 4:00 in the freakin' morning! I've been up since 6! But," Des shook her head, "don't worry about me." Des wandered up to the organ and stared up at the ceiling, Erik following, " Nice. Love the cut of the stone." Her eyes went back to Erik. "Oh, one last thing. I'm sure Poppy explained it to you, where you are being such an ass, many loyal phans want to slap you. So shape up. You are supposed to be a genius, so think!" Des glanced at her watch, "look at that! It's all so late!" She grabbed his hand, gave it a quick kiss "I have to go. I hope I will not have to be back? I hate putting myself in my stories. And not many readers like it! Because, even though I don't have a cheesegrater like Silvermasque, I do have doc martens. Big black ones. 'K?"
Erik could only nod.
Des smiled and tipped her head quickly, "Wunderbar! Great! Auf Wiedershen!" She waved, hiding a yawn and just disappeared; leaving Erik to stare where she had been standing at. He wondered whether he had finally lost his mind. Well, even if he was, the Des girl was right. He had been an ass. When Poppy wakes up, they are going to have a long talk.
