Okay, before I go on. Rebecca was introduced because she is my best friend in the whole wide world and she begged me to.
Rebecca: I feel special now. Extremely childish. I am so totally in character
and that is awesome.
I also want to give thanks to Beccie Magnus, the first to review this particular story. gives cookie
I will also add others who wish to be in… let me know what you want your char to be like, and I will work them into the story somehow
Only a few reviews, but thanks for the ones I have gotten! Hope to get more hint hint!
Okay, story time.
Erik's POV
I heard a strangled gasp, and turned. I hadn't been listening to Giry anyway. She was like a mother to me, however, she was so tiresome sometimes. I caught Christine just before she hit the ground. I carried her to her bed, and laid her down. She began to whimper as soon as my hands where off her. To remedy this I lay down beside her and held her as I often had when she was sick. I gently ran my hands over her hair, which was starting to get really curly like her mother's, and looked at her for a long time.
"What are you doing Erik!" Giry demanded loudly. I stared at her with a look of death on my face. She shut up, and walked over to the bed. I could tell she disapproved.
"She has a fever Erik, I will go get things to bring it down. You keep her still and warm 'till I get back. Miss, come with me." And she left, taking with her my Christine's highly annoying friend… I paused. When did I start thinking of her as my Christine?
She opened her eyes slowly, and looked at me in confusion. "Eeriik? Where am II?" She slurred more than spoke. I stroked her face reassuringly. "In your bed dearest child." She grew really agitated, and practically shouted "I am Not a child!" Then she passed out again.
I began to sing to her softly.
Wandering Child, so lost, so helpless.
Yearning for my guidance.
Much to my surprise, she began to sing in her sleep
Angel, my father, friend and phantom
Who is it there staring?
Erik: Have you found yet your angel?
Christine: Angel, oh speak, what endless longings
Echo in your whisper?
Erik: Too long I've wandered in winter, far from your strange, loving gaze
Christine: Wildly my heart beats against yours
Both: And the soul obeys
Simultaneously
Christine: Angel of music, I accept you, turning to true beauty
Angel of Music, My protector
Erik: Angel of Music, you accept me, turning to true beauty!
Angel of Music, do not shun me
Both: Come to me Strange angel!
I fell asleep holding her, and smiling. It may just me some demented dream, but I would enjoy it for the time being.