Okay, any questions? No? Good. Onward with the story (was about to post it twice…)

Next Morning… or maybe just a few hours later 'looks at clock' damn thing is broken (sorry couldn't resist) Back to the story!

Erik's POV cont…

I woke up several hours later, to the sound of Christine's snoring. She never snored unless she was sick… The snores where still quite loud, and I got up, plugging my ears. Chris tossed around a little bit, 'till she was comfortable. I walked to my music room and picked up my violin. I needed something to clear my head. She was asleep, she could not have understood what she was saying. I had meant every word, but I knew she couldn't. Don't be so sure. The annoying voice in my head counseled. Oh shut up. I grumbled, quite a bit more testy than I usually was in the morning. Then I saw the note with Antoinette's handwriting on it…

Christine's POV

I woke with a terrible headache. I had woken up slightly the night before to listen to Erik sing. He was probably singing to comfort me. He couldn't have meant what he said. He did, the little voice in my head insisted. Oh shut up, I replied. Thinking made my head hurt. I heard Erik in the music room, so I got up, changed into much more comfortable clothing, and went in. I was surprised to see him reading a note of some sort.

"Morning?" I said, a bit disoriented still. He looked up and smiled. That was the first time I had ever seen him smile, it was actually rather… was sexy the word? No. Charming. That's what it was. Charming. "Good Morning, little comet" I smiled slightly. He was always making up nicknames for me. "Isn't good and morning together an oxymoron?" I looked around. "Is there anything to eat? I'm starving. I'll be right back." I walked out of the room. Just the sight of him made me feel weak. I wanted nothing more than to run over to him and… well…

I reached the kitchen without incident. I fetched some bread and cheese and returned to the music room. He looked up as I entered.

"Feeling better?" I could see something in his eyes. Desire? I mentally shook my head. He's just concerned I told myself. "Yeah, much." I said sarcastically, going and sitting on his lap. "What you reading?" I looked the note over curiously.

Erik,

I don't know what you think you're doing, however, I will not remonstrate you for it. I need some help. Meg has been experimenting in things best left untouched. Could you talk to her, and get her to stop? I don't want her to get hurt by this new boy. The thing she is using is called Crystal Meth. on the streets. Please, please help her. You have always been like family to me, and I am begging you. I was coming to talk to you about it when Christine fainted.

A word of advice, keep a close eye on Christine. Keep her off of this thing.

With love,

Antoinette

p.s. please apologize to Christine for hitting her… I stumbled.

"I'll be back in a little while" he said, before getting up and walking out, leaving me staring dumbfounded after him.