Little Lotte-I haven't even left and I am missing you.
Amber- Sorry, once again I changed his name, but I figure I have to be able to spell it. How ignorant I was to think this only 15 chapters...
Chapter 29
After Madame Giry's departed, Erik and I found our selfs heading out into the world above, to the Rue.
How wonderful it is to walk beneath the sunlight, hanging onto the arm of my angel. We passed countless people I know from the opera house, all enjoying their time off. Half of them would never recognize me, not how I shy away from everyone, but those who did, had to take a second look, bewilderment struck their faces. They couldn't fathom how such a low rat like me could get such a man, I still can't believe I have such a man.
A group of the young ones approached us, half of them still wearing there tutus. The girls jaws dropped, looking up at Erik. One of the girls, little Scarlett, approached me, a beaming smile on her face.
Of all the young ones, she is my favorite. She's slowly approaching the age to join my own group, for she is thirteen now. Her curly red hair bounced as she wrapped her arms around me, her brown eyes glittering with joy.
"Madame! Where have you been lately?" She pulled away, looking up into my face happily.
"You haven't come to teach us lately, Madame Meg Giry said you have been busy lately..." She faded off, her eyes falling upon Erik. She blushed, the intensity almost matching her hair.
What is it with the ballet rats liking my Erik?
"I know I haven't Scarlett, I'm sorry." I looked over at Erik, a rather curious amused look upon his face.
"It's just, I've had a lot of things arise in my life lately," I smile crept across my face, as I extended my hand to her, showing of the perfect ring Erik had given me.
"So many things to attend to before I wed."
Normally I wouldn't say anything, but Scarlett won't say anything to anyone, actually, she reminds me of myself when I was her age, she shares the same problem of not socializing with the other rats, it's a surprise she like me so much.
Her face lit up, as she examined the ring.
"Madame! Married? That's wonderful!" She threw her arms around me once more, pulling away when a familiar voice called her name. From behind her, another one of the Ballet rats approached us, this time Sorelli.
"Scarlett! What are you doing-" She cut off, her eyes looked as if they would fall out from shock, seeing me in Erik's arms.
"Who is that?" She spoke, her jaw dropping as she stared at Erik in bewilderment.
"My fiance" I spoke triumphantly, drawing myself closer to him, she looked between him and me, her mind trying to piece together how it could have happened, but failed. I almost laughed at her, but I was able to retain my amusement.
"Something wrong Sorelli?" I tried to sound innocent, and slightly concerned. She shot me her famous distaste full look, and stormed off, Scarlett followed right behind her.
After they disappeared into the crowd, I released my long awaited giggles.
"Did you see her face?" I found myself saying between laughs.
"I shall never forget that, She couldn't believe I, of all people, could be with someone as handsome as you are." Erik smiled down at me, before kissing my quickly, as most lovers do in public.
Oh! how good it is to be able to kiss my Erik in public, he is an angel, and I wish to show the world what gift god has sent to me. I know he enjoys this even more than I do. Without his mask, how the different the girls reactions would have been, for they are shallow, even my little Scarlett, would scream and run from my Erik's beauty, for they shall not see it. They shall see the small, insignificant flaw of his face, and never look past it, to the truly beautiful soul that lies beneath. I am almost ashamed to say I belong to their race, for how shallow, and simple minded they are.
"All thanks to you, Mon Ange." He kissed me again, before leading me off down the crowned street.
"What do you think about getting something to eat? At a little cafe perhaps?" He asked sweetly, but I shook my head.
"If you do not mind, there is another place I have in mind, it's not the most glamorous of Paris, but you will like it." Taking his hands in mine, I lead him to the Sophia's inn, where I reunited with Murtagh.
We found a small table, off in the corner, away from all the other costumers. Even with his new mask, he still shy way from people, but then again, so do I. Sophia came out to greet me, rather curious at who the Erik is. Her two little boys seemed to follow right behind her, passing a ball between the two. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Erik's eyes glisten as they passed us, and went out to play in the street.
After I introduced the two of them, Sophia couldn't help but joke at the dreams Meg and I used to have, back when she was our teacher.
We were convinced we would remain single forever. Nothing was going to interfere with our plans to be the greatest dancers the world would ever see, irony seems to have it good sense of humour. Who would have thought that the timid little girl who was the only one from the group who didn't chase after the opera bastards would be the first to find a man, and soon wed him. How could I have thought such things back then? I can't imagine what life would be like without my Erik, he is my reason for life, how could I have said so many years ago I wished to never find a man? How foolish I was back then.
Sophia left us to our selfs, letting us talk about nothing in particular. From behind me, someone called my name, which interrupted our conversation. I turned to find Roxanne heading towards us, that mysterious man following right behind.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but could I talk to you for a brief moment?" She said at almost a whisper.
"Of course." I nodded my head, and invited them to sit with us, despite Erik's rather obvious disapproving glare. She sat down, the man following her action, although he looked just as thrilled as Erik.
"Oh, This is Dorian." She motioned to the man.
"Nice to meet you." I extend my hand, as he took it and kissed the back of it softly.
"As it is to meet you." He said, in an accent I have never heard before, then bowed his head slightly.
"A proper gentlemen." I commented.
"Only in the presence of a lady." I blushed at his over flattering comment
"I am no lady." I denied, before turning to my uncomfortable Erik.
"And this is my fiance, Erik." Dorian gave a friendly smile.
"Erik? Wonderful name, I have only met one other person with such a name."
"As I have only heard one with the name Dorian." Erik's usual calm voice pulsed with hatred.
What could make Erik talk so? The two others didn't notice his stiff behavior, but it worries me.
"And what is it you wished to talk about?" I returned my attention to Roxanne, who slipped me a small pouch from her cloak.
"Mix this into a glass of water, just a pinch each day. It will help with ... keeping you well." She whispered, making sure the men wouldn't hear. Erik raised his brow at the transaction, but didn't question it. I nodded, and placed in with in my own cloak, before returning my attention to the men.
"What is it that you do, Dorian?" I asked, trying to relive some of the tension between the two of them.
"I am a gypsy." He answered shortly, As Erik's eyes filled with hatred.
Why must I have asked? Poor Erik, how could I have been so stupid to think that Roxanne's friend wouldn't be one too? How could I have forgotten Erik's justifiable hatred for them?
"What about you, good sir?" He asked.
"I am a composer." Erik said through his teeth. Dorian's rather maniacal grin widened.
"A composer? You must sing too?" If it was possible, Erik's tension grew.
I don't know why, but something about his man makes me not trust him, despite my first impression.
"Yes I sing." His words seemed as cold as death itself. The two sat back in there chairs, glaring at each other, equal amounts of hate in each of there eyes.
"We should probably be going." Roxanne reluctantly tried to break them us, just as confused as I am for there behaviour.
"Of course." Dorian returned to his gentleman tone. He rose from the table, bowing slightly to me.
"It was a pleasure to meet you mademoiselle."
"As it was to meet you." Dorian turned briefly to Erik, whispering something into his ear, luckily I am close enough to hear his fiery words.
"You may think you can fool every one else, but my poor pitiful Erik, you shall always be the devil's child."