I got a reveiw saying that i should make this story longer. Well let me say this, if i did, it would take up the size of a small book! XD
Don't worry, i'm not going to be done for a long, long time. :) there are so many things i still have to write and add, no, don't worry. This story will last longer! you have the authoress's word on it! XD
Part Twenty-four:
Erik was irritated. No, scratch that, he was furious. The girl had disappeared, again, to God only knows where. He stalked around the lair first, searching. This is what he got for taking in a girl, endless trouble and worrying. He hated that. It was so much easier before when everyone left him alone and his rein as 'Phantom' ended. "Where could she be?" he muttered to himself, exiting the glass mirror to the Opera's dim hallways, she wasn't anywhere in the lair much to his irritation. It was still dark, and not many people were out so it was very simple for Erik to roam around without a worry about someone seeing him.
"I'm going to Punjab that girl." He murmured darkly after searching for about a half an hour. "Once I get my hands on her scrawny little neck…" He made a violent gesture in midair. He stopped his miming of what he would do to Lark if he caught her to listen hard, he though he heard something. Erik stood still as a marble statue, yes, he could here something! It was coming from the stage, but Erik was cautious so he went the back way where the performers would enter the stage in a play. Moving silently, he could hear the sound more distinctly, it sounded like someone was…singing?
Without a sound, Erik was right behind a pillar on the stage, he peered out; and felt his own eyes widen with disbelief. Yes it was Lark alright; there was no doubt about it. But… it was also Lark who was singing.
Lark was singing softly, the song her mother wrote, for a requiem. Mama had told them, her siblings and Lark, that they could sing it whenever someone 'left', it didn't matter who. Her voice was soft and light, almost like velvet, but it was also a little rough; like she hadn't used her voice for such a purpose in a very long time. Lark sang softly, eyes closed, to the rafters and heavens above:
You lie sudden there before me
Your tears meaning nothing to me
The wind, howling at the windows
The love…you never gave
I give to you…
Really don't deserve it
But now, there's nothing you can do
So sleep in your only memory
Of me
My dearest mother…
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes
Goodbye…
It was always you that I despised.
No I don't feel it, not for you to cry
Oh my…
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes…
Goodbye…
So insignificant, sleeping dormant deep inside of me
Are you hiding away lost under the sewers?
Or maybe flying high in the clouds…
Perhaps you're happy with out me
So many seeds have been sown in the field
And who could sprout up so blessedly if I am gone
I would have never felt sad at all
You will not hear me say… I'm sorry,
Where is the light?
Wonder if it's weeping somewhere…
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes…
Goodbye…
It was always you that I despised.
No I don't feel it, not for you to cry, oh my,
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes…
Goodbye…
Lark really is just a person for the piano, she won't sing much anymore in the story :)