Ode to Erik

Observations Of The Girl

"Well I must say it hasn't taken long for things to get back to some form of normality, and I'm quite enjoying it! Granted it's not the same as before, but it's different in a good way!

That little Evey has been here for two weeks now and it's as if she's always been here. It's like she belongs! She fits in very well I must confess, just muddles along and does her best. Gets stuck in with it all and keeps us all jollying along nicely! Even Miss De Milo likes her!

(Very strange, as Venus never likes anyone, but she was saying only last week how it was good to have another girl about the place. Venus is very pretty but doesn't have much going on upstairs, if you get me? More often than not, when she starts gabbing I usually just ignore her and pretend to be asleep, but I agree with her on this one!)

Evey brings a certain something to the place, a….how can I put it….quality that was lacking before. Maybe it's because she's a girl, and we've always been used to just us boys down here, with all the rough and tumbles we incur. It seems brighter, warmer and generally nicer here now. The atmosphere is much lighter. I quite like this change she's brought, about time the cobwebs got blown away I say!

Makes me chuckle when that fop finds her little things around the place. He is genuinely confused and seriously perplexed. He tilts his head to the right and tries desperately to understand her doings, foibles and feminine items, but he makes me laugh when his male mind draws an utter blank!

Yesterday it was a bowl of potpourri she had placed in the television room. He picked it up most cautiously, fingered the little dried flowers and eventually gave it a sniff of approval! The day before that, it was a pink shimmery lip-gloss left by the sink, most alien to him I might add. And the day before that, he found her music player. Oh I laughed when that little white thing blasted out the most bizarre ditty and he struggled to make it stop, before she came along and explained exactly who it was. (Can't say I've ever heard of NSYNC before.)

Even more funny was when he was doing the laundry the other day, and in amongst his nice fresh load of crisp clean black tunics, he discovered something that resembled a piece of cloth held together by string, most peculiar. V and I later learned that this was not some new fang dangled type of eye-patch, nor was it a method of flossing one's teeth. Rather it was an under garment worn by many a young woman now a days. I tell you, my helmet nearly popped off in hysterics, and I could feel the heat radiating from beneath his mask in embarrassment as he handed it back to her! Under garments weren't like that in my day I can safely say!

And the bathroom? That Edmond fancier has blown buildings up and rescued pretty maidens, I should imagine he's fairly brave. But the guest bathroom? Well, even he won't venture in there now! I think he would be even further confused by all her little belongings! Good lord, the smells and steam that come from that room now! I think it's best if he just keeps a good distance away.

Oh though she does tug at my not existent heart strings; I do think I feel a twinge of something for her you know. But two star-crossed lovers we are; she mortal flesh and I immortal metal. Anyway, such a pretty little creature and so full of energy and life. If she's not bouncing about with excitement at another one of V's boring films, she's cleaning and polishing me furiously or cooking something for the grand master himself! She can cook a damn sight better than he can and without the aid of a book! The smell of those little biscuits she makes wafting about, mmmm…heaven in a macaroon! Much better than the smell of singed pork or cremated pasta I can tell you!

And when I said things have gone back to normal of a sort, I mean that crazed fiend has taken to setting about me again. Oh indeed, back to normal with that side of things. Only a few hours ago did I lose my right arm, swish and straight off it was! Luckily nurse Hammond was on hand to administer vital re-attachment surgery. That sweet little creature, always looking out for old Erik! So sparring with him doesn't seem quite so horrendous now, knowing she's going to make me all better again!

Yes. I do so like things as they are now; very pleasant, very pleasant indeed. I especially enjoy it when that cad leaves for the night to commit his foulnesses above ground, and Evey and I are allowed some time alone together. Conversation is not what one would call amazing (I talk to her, she can't hear; she talks to me, I can't reply) but it is something to save me from my loneliness. And she really is very nice to look at.

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There is only one qualm I have, actually more of a query really, one out of pure interest.

Evey is very attractive, very sweet, polite and well mannered.

She is caring, charming, kind and lovely to be around.

She is graceful, delicate and with all the ecclesiastic poise of a seraph.

She is an angel sent from god I am sure of it.

Why is it then, that when she sleeps, I frequently hear such an un-godly rumble like snore coming from her room?"