So sorry For not updating. Holidays are hard. and I have been in a slump. But I think I will go write another chapter. sorry again for the delay!


I have done my homework. All of the bits about the paper, the methods used in the story where used in reality. So all you flamers saying "Did they really have Ad papers?" YES they did! Its like asking

"Did they really have indoor plumbing?" Okay the ROMANS had indoor plumbing. So here is the story! Tata!


Erik cursed himself for what he just did. But it couldn't be avoided. He picked her limp figure up and began to walk to his house.

Faith woke up in the dark.. Which wasn't surprising. She sat up and tried to figure out where she was. She felt around her. First she found there was a wet cloth on her head, then she found she was on a couch. Faith breathed in deeply she smelt candle wax, he must work very late. Ink, and charcoal. Was he an artist? Then she smelt very faintly was fresh water. He lived near a large source of water. She found the end of the couch and swung her legs over. She patted her hair over her eyes and smoothed her dress with her spider like fingers.

"Ah. You are awake." The voice behind her said making her nearly jumping out of her skin.

"Oh sorry." he said. Faith heard the voice move around the couch to stand in front of her.

"Didn't mean to make you jump." Erik said apologetically. Faith smiled then winced putting her hand to her head.

"What happened?" she questioned her head hurt.

"You fell down the stairs, I am sorry I didn't catch you." she smiled.

"ah thats alright. I remember falling now." she said, Faith tried to stand but she fell back on the couch and moaned. Putting her hand to her head. She smiled grimly at Erik, he didn't smile back. Erik left the room and returned several minutes later with a cup of Russian tea. She smiled and took it gratefully. Sh could tell it was Russian by the smell. She sipped it and sighed. It was lovely to just sit and calm her nerves. She felt like she had been running around forever. She hadn't realized how shaken she was until that moment. She sighed and sipped her tea. Trying to make sense of it all. It didn't work. She set the tea cup on her lap and steadied it with the tips of her fingers.

"Did you leave the dog outside?" Faith questioned, she had hoped he had not made the mutt leave.

"No." Erik said looking down at his leg. The dog hadn't liked it very much when he tripped his self appointed mistress. He had almost killed the dog out of anger.

"He is sleeping in the corner." he ended up drugging the beast and tieng him to a doorknob.

"Oh I hope he wasn't too much trouble." she said

"No...No trouble." Erik lied. Faith smiled and lapsed into silence she sipped her tea uncomfortably. She felt the Mans eyes on her. She didn't know if she liked it.

"Should we go about finding you a place to stay today?" Erik asked

Faith nodded, glad to have something to talk about.

"Yes, I think that would be nice." she said.

"Then we will be off as soon as you finish your tea." he said.

"Oh no need. The tea did wonders." she said standing.

"Then let my fetch your dog and we shall be off." Erik said with dread. Then an Idea hit him. He could dull take her through the mirror in the dressing room. That would get them off a little sooner.

He walked over to where he tied to dog up and shook it softly. It growled in its sleep. He stepped back a little the proceeded to shake him again. The dog was roused out of his drug induced sleep eventually and they where off. As they passed through the dank passage to the dressing room he only told her that they where passing through an alleyway to the street to avoid crowds. When they reached the mirror he only said.

"I need to go into the theater for a moment to pick up some papers." she nodded as he led her through the dressing room. He was careful to stay strictly to the shadows so it appeared that Faith was walking alone with the dog. A few glares where shot at her due to the animal. But she didn't notice...

How could she? He thought

"wait here for a moment." he said to her.

"I am going to pick up the papers." she nodded as she felt him leave her side. He was actually going to drop off some papers. A few letters to the managers. He figured he would just kill two birds with one stone.

He returned to Faith as soon as he could, and they where off. Faith smiled at the noise around them. It felt good to be around the people again. Erik hated it. He pulled his fedora over his face and pulled his cloak up. Somehow between the process of leaving the house on the lake and going through the opera house faith had taken his arm so she wouldn't loose him. His footsteps where so light she could barely hear them. He was glad of her arm taking his, and he led her throughout Paris. He picked up a local ad paper and now sat in the park with faith flipping through it. He knew she had no money, he also knew she wouldn't accept charity. He would not allow her to stay in an Inn. Filthy places those.

Why do you care for this girl so?

I am not going to live much longer might as well let the money I have go to something good. He challenged his thoughts back,

He was still skimming the paper when a certain add almost jumped off the page at him

Small House for rent eighty franks per month, 65 Rue Plummet

He was thanking God. Which was unusual for him. For showing him the want ad.

"Faith." he said.

"Yes?"

"I think we just found the answer to your problem. There is a house looking for a caretaker, So you could stay there for free." He lied.

"Thats amazing." she breathed.

"But I am sure they would never let a blind girl care for their house." she continued.

"I am sure that I could take care of that."