Ah the next chappy, how it warms the heart. kidding, sorry, had too much sugar today (heehee)
anyways, hope you're enjoying your reading, reviews are much obliged. XD
Part Five:
Lark was still ill even after a few days but she seemed to improve despite she was still dangerously thin, close to unhealthy. She had tried to leave the next morning but Madame Giry would not permit it. "You are hardly well enough to leave the room let alone go outdoors. No, mademoiselle, you will not be leaving until you are well enough." There were little things for Lark to do in her room, mostly she had to rest and get well. She had tried to read the music sheets that she found on the piano but found it truly was too complicated for her to even attempt.
Meg had been kind to her though, talking to her and bringing a few books along for Lark to read once she found out that the girl was an excellent reader; quite strange for a girl who was no more than thirteen. Lark had been studying the music sheets that morning, trying to figure out how to play certain notes and tunes without touching the piano that sat in the room. She had a feeling she shouldn't bother it, as it seemed to be special, too special for a girl like Lark to practice on. A shudder went down her back, sometimes, like right now, she thought she could sense someone in the room through she had looked around the room quite thoroughly. It unnerved her slightly but not enough to truly scare her.
"Madame," she asked Madame Giry when she was giving lark her tonic and lunch, "is this room special?" The older woman looked up at the child, whose face was curious and wondering. "It is to some, mademoiselle," she replied and spoke no more of it. Lark got up again after Madame Giry left the room, feeling another chill of being watched. 'But how is that possible?' she asked herself.
Erik was watching from the two-way side mirror, scowling at the girl as she looked around the room, narrowing his eyes suspiously as Lark looked again at sheets of music. He wondered what music it was; Lark never took it close enough to the mirror for Erik to see, though he had a suspicion it was his work. He smirked as the young girl looked around nervously, and did a quick check of the room. So she could sense she was being watched, not bad for a child that dresses opposite of how she should dress.
Rubbing her arms, Lark set the music sheets back down on the piano stand and coughed violently. Erik hoped she wouldn't cough on anything in the room that was Christine's. 'Everything in that room is my Angel's,' he silently corrected himself. Lark had stopped coughing and had drifted to the bed, blowing the candles out and settling down for some sleep. 'I should see what music that is…' he thought briefly, 'it may get ruined by her grubby hands always touching it.' Making absolutely sure that Lark was sound asleep; Erik quietly opened the mirror and slipped into the room.
Walking as silently as he knew how, Erik crossed the room towards the back piano. Plucking up a sheet of the music he scanned it quickly and breathed in sharply. It was his alright; he could tell even though the sheet had no title to the music, he could recognize his own handwriting and music style! How the music sheets could've gotten into Christine's room Erik didn't know, but that didn't matter. Gathering the other pages, he tucked them carefully into his cloak, turned around and froze.
She, Lark, was staring right at him.