I have not read that story, but perhaps it will find its way on my Christmas list! XD

Thank you ALL for reveiwing! it really helps!

Part Twenty-three:

Lark awoke with a wail, "Mama!" Looking around frantically, she only saw darkness. 'I'm alone,' she thought with horrified realization, resting her head on her knees, 'I'm alone…'

Erik was working at the organ again, thankfully his headache had cleared after an hour and the girl was asleep. He blessed the silence as he worked; it was much easier to concentrate without anyone around. He scratched his head with his quill then added a few notes and hummed it under his breath. Yes, it sounded correct, and it flowed nicely, he smiled slightly and added them to the growing piece. It's an excellent piece; he complimented himself brushing off a bit of dirt that lingered at the paper's corner. The door behind him gave a creak, Erik turned around, bewildered. There was Lark in a sleeping gown, tears running down her face. Before he could say anything she was running over and wrapping her arms around his middle, putting her head on his shoulder and gave a lonely wail. Shocked, he could only sit there, feeling awkward.

Lark didn't care how she was acting; she couldn't be alone…not now. She cried into his cloak like she did in her mother's arms so long ago when she was little. Erik stared ahead, letting her cry on his shoulder. He didn't do anything because he didn't really know what to do in this sort of situation, so as a conference, he sat still. "I'm sorry!" she wailed, "I'm so sorry!" Now Erik was confused. He let her sit on the organ bench beside him, though she didn't let him go. "What's wrong?" he asked, still confused by her behavior. She shook her head hugged him tighter, as if she was afraid he would disappear.

"Can…Can I stay here for awhile?" she whispered, "I can't be alone…not right now. I'll be really quiet, I promise!" Erik sighed; perhaps he would never finish his work. "If you can be quiet." He said sternly, prying her arms off him gently. She nodded and moved to another chair; sinking into it she drew up her knees and hugged them close. Erik turned back to his work and all that could be heard was the scratching of his quill and Lark's soft breathing. After awhile, Lark got up. "Thank you," she whispered, and she left back to her room. Erik looked up and watched her leave the room with a calmed air around her unlike the overwhelming sorrowful loneliness she had brought with her before.

"What is wrong with that girl?" he sighed to himself, adding another chord.

Lark had slept much more peacefully after staying with Erik. Just being in a room with someone else had calmed her panicked terror of being alone. She awoke hours later and sighed a breath of relief, it was light in the room. Getting up she walked cheerfully to the wardrobe and tried to open it, no luck it wasn't budging. "Hey..!" she said startled, it worked yesterday. Hiking a foot up, she tugged relentlessly until she felt it giving way. "Uh oh…" she said, it opened, "WAHH!" She cried out. It all collapsed on her, burying her in a mound of clothing. A door opened. Lark pushed her head up through the pile, though the rest of her was unmovable in the large mess that trapped her limbs.

"Well. This is unexpected," Erik said coolly, walking past her. She watched him stroll by and open another door, and disappeared into it. She stuck out her tongue at the door he had gone in. Struggling, the girl managed to pry her arms out and then with their help, pull the rest of her out. The mess that her error had made was enormous; she turned to the black mask resting on her pillow. "Why does this always happen to me, Mama?" she complained, picking up the first outfit she found and stalked to the bathroom, only to come back, blushing, and place the dancing outfit away and grabbed a green dress.

She had a requiem to do.

Sorry it's soo short, the next one will be longer, i think. XD

hopefully you all know what a requiem is, if not, then ask:)