No, it's not this one, but it's coming soon! (feels like a movie preveiw...)
# Part Thirty:
Lark touched the cold water, splashing it around as Erik rowed back down the lake to the house. He watched her carefully, thinking, how could she be so happy still when she had lost everyone? "So who's 'all eight of you'?" he asked, breaking the silence. She didn't look up from the water, her body had stiffened but she answered. "There were eight in my family, my Mama, Papa, my four older brothers, my little sister…" the girl hesitated, "and me." She added finally in a small afterthought. He looked up. "So…then they are all…?" Lark looked at him with glassy, emotionless eyes, he shivered slightly. "Dead." She prompted, her hands begun to wring around themselves.
"Ah…" Erik didn't say anything else in the matter to Lark's relief. The boat bumped the other side and the girl jumped out with her basket. "I'll be in the kitchen!" she sang out happily, her basket swinging precariously behind her. He sighed as he tied the boat up.
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She had cleared out the kitchen pretty well; at least there weren't so many bottles. Lark had stocked up the cupboards with the food that they had bought and set the oranges in a bowl. Listening to the sweet music that echoed down from Erik's room, the girl peeled one of the orange fruits and ate it, relishing each juicy piece. "Yum," she said smiling, licking the juice off her fingers. She decided to work on something else, since the kitchen was done. "Where to work?" she asked herself quietly, laughing. A heavy thud and some swift swearing from the halls caused Lark to smile wider; she would clean the organ room! It really was a mess in there, and Erik wasn't working. Unless, of course, you call damning half the world work.
Walking cautiously down the hall, the girl jumped a little at the sound of something smashing against the wall, with Erik's watchful language sputtering through.
"Damn…"
Smash.
"It…"
Crunch.
"All…"
Shatter.
"To Hell!"
Erik's war cry came through the door. Lark pressed her ear against the door, what was he doing? The door jerked open, sending the girl sprawling into the room. "WAHH!" Lark cried out, landing right in front of a pair of black boots. Erik's angry voice came from above her. "And you, what are you doing?" he demanded, "Sneaking around again, eh?" She got up and brushed herself off while avoiding his burning gaze to look around the room. It was even more of a mess then she had ever seen, papers scattered, instruments lying around, and something lying smashed and totally demolished at the foot of the wall. "I'm not sneaking," she said, answering Erik's previous question.
Glancing at the pile of splintered wood and at Erik's bleeding hand she exclaimed loudly, "You're hurt!" She rushed over and gently caught his bleeding hand, peering at it worriedly; it had a nasty gash across it. He snatched it back. "Its fine," he snapped, wincing as he wrapped a strip of cloth around it. She looked a bit worried but her gaze fell on the pile of shattered wood. "What were you smashing, Erik?" He glowered at her from his hand and kicked the pile slightly with his boot. "A damnable piece of…" He made a violent gesture in mid-air, miming strangling something. "Oh." She walked past Erik to bend down to look at it then looked back at him, horrified. "Erik…was this…a violin?" she asked shocked. His response was tart. "No, it was a viola."
"Same thing!" she cried, fingering the wood pieces. Erik shook his head, "No, it's not the same thing." He persisted, "It's very different, my dear, any musician would know that!" Lark wasn't really listening. "I can't believe you broke it!" she wailed, "I can't believe you broke it, Erik!" He grimaced, "I needed a new one, anyways…" he grumbled. She rounded on him as best a 13 year old girl could, "You could've sold it or traded it for a new one!" He looked back down at her coolly, she continued. "You could've saved it! But you choose to smash it, Erik!" He shrugged indifferently and began sweeping the pile farther into the corner with the toe of his boot. "It was too old to sell," he said, "it needed to be retired." His eyes grinned wickedly at her.
Lark moaned in exasperation, "Not retired in pieces!" He was grinning again. "And it's not funny, Erik, not funny! Why I should…I should…" Erik interrupted, "If you're trying to threaten me, mademoiselle, you might want to be taller." She glared at him but found herself comparing their heights. Erik was defiantly outranking her by two heads, he was tall and thin, like a wire. A very, very strong tall wire. Lark sighed, defeated and began to clean up around the organ; sifting through papers and organizing. He watched her befuddled before asking, "What are you doing?" She looked at him and smiled. "Can't you guess?" she asked sweetly. Erik scowled and turned on his heel and stomped out of the organ's room. Lark smiled, shaking her head and continued to clean up.
Updated. XD
Haha! Oh i really DO enjoy writting this story, thanks for the reveiws! I decided on no more ruler thingys to seperate parts in the story. too confusing XP