N E wayz, summer vacation now, Whoohoo! Oh wait, I have ss. sigh could be worse I guess. I do not speak French, so if I screw something up, please correct me, but be nice . What French sentences are in here I got off a translator…
Erik's POV
Luckily for me, Antoinette was home when I showed up. I banged furiously on her door until she showed up. "Bonjour?" She asked groggily, shaking her head.
"J'ai besoin de quelque aide, mon vieil ami (I need some help, my old friend)." I said, slipping inside.
"pourqui?" …..
GOING TO ERIK'S HOME
"Okay, so let me get this straight: Christine Rene plopped down on your beach, half-dead, you shot her father, put her into a bed that only your old lover has been on, and now you are stuck raising her, and need my help?" She raised her eyebrows and stared at him until she heard a faint noise, like a violin. "Wha….?" A familiar voice drifted up to meet her.
Past the Point of No Return…
"WHAT THE HELL?" I roared, dumbstruck. That could not be Christine René, she was asleep. I ran down, crazed by thinking that Chris's mother had returned to me. I stopped dead when I saw the younger Christine staring at me with fear evident in her eyes. I stared for several moments, composing myself. "Christine, what are you doing with my violin?" I asked, much calmer now.
Christine's POV
"I…I… I w-was p-pra-acticing, l-like, you t-taught m-me." I stuttered, scared as all hell. Not that he was going to hit me, but that he would tell me to leave, refuse to speak to me, or…
"What made you want to play that song?" His control was clearly forced.
"I…I…." I trailed off. I was terrified. His face softened, and he walked over to me. I took an involuntary step backward, and he looked startled.
"Here" he said gently, taking the violin, and sitting at the organ. "You are singing a bit out of tune, it's easier to sing it with the organ. My violin is never in-tune for long, sounds it, but it's not."
I stared for a minute, as he motioned me to the organ. Then he began to play and sing.
Erik's POV
I looked at her for several moments, and began to sing, knowing it would calm her down.
You have come here,
To the seat of sweet music's throne
To this kingdom where all must pay homage
To music, music.
I have brought you,
for one purpose, and one alone…
I broke off, looking at her for a moment. Then I rose from the organ, held out my hand for her, and led her away from it. Her eyes where filled with a certain awe, one that I had seen once before from a certain woman in a boat. I could not sing music of the night. Before I could say anything, she began to sing
Christine's POV
I had to say something. I could not just stand there gaping like an idiot. So I began to sing, making everything up As I went along.
Qui est l'ombre l'est je vois dans la nuit ?
Quand la voix du ciel me Trouvera ici ?
J'ai trouvé mon ange
Mon ciel
Ma terre.
Mon seul espoir est Que mon ange toujours sera
là-bas de me garder et me diriger…
(Who's shadow is it I see in the night?
When will the voice from heaven
Find me here?
I have found my angel
My heaven
My earth.
My only hope is…
That my angel
Will always be there
To guard me and to guide me…)
I broke off, hearing a strangled sob. It came from Erik.
"What's wrong, did I say something? Maestro?"
Erik's POV
I stared at her and shook my head. "No child, you did nothing wrong." She seemed relieved. I picked her up and put her into the large bed. "Get some sleep" I instructed.
"But I'm not tired."
"Go to sleep Chris."
"Okay." She agreed. Then she did something really surprising, she stood on the bed, stood on tiptoes to reach my face, and kissed me on the cheek. She lay down and promptly went to sleep. I was stunned.
I had forgotten Mme. Giry was still here, and after regaining my wits, I looked around for her. But when I looked for her, she was gone. I saw an note lying on the table, and by the fact that the ink was still wet, I gathered she had just left.
Erik,
You don't need any help from me, the two of you will do just fine. You will make a great guardian. Just don't fall in love with her.
Antoinette
I like reviews. This is not meant to be a cliffie, just the last part of this time-period. Haven't decided how old I will make Chris yet, so bear with me.