I thank you all for your lovely reveiws and ideas:)
Thamkfully i have gotten my Christmas list done, done some shopping, and yeah! XD
anyways, here is the next chappy!!
Part Thirty-one:
A week or so passed without anything particularly interesting happening, save for the time Lark almost burned down the kitchen while trying to light a match. Erik had gone out to the roof to get away from the smell of smoke and burning oranges; Lark wouldn't notice he was gone since he was only going up for a minute. He breathed in the cold air and sighed, his warm breath creating puffs of small clouds. He didn't notice the chill much, it was pretty cold down in the lair and he was used to the cold that seeped in.
He was perched on the edge, looking down into the streets where few people bustled around trying to prepare for the holiday rush. Erik tried to keep his off couples that passed before shops, all huddled together in loving embraces, sharing kisses, thoughts about what to get for whom. Tears pricked his eyes and he tore his eyes away from the nearest couple that was standing in front of a jewelry shop, the woman leaning up to kiss her tall husband on the cheek.
Erik had always been alone, even with his Angel for that shortest period of time there had been an empty hollowness, aching in him. He should have felt it in the beginning, he knew she would have never loved him…the monster. 'But what if I had been born with a different face…what if I had been handsome…' he thought then he immediately tried to banish the thoughts, but they kept picking at his skull. His hands balled into fists and his nails dug into his palms, he stood up. He needed to stop thinking about the 'what ifs.' They were the only ones that could really hurt.
He decided to head back, starting to feel the cold creeping up on him, and it wasn't the snow.
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Lark wasn't in the organ room when Erik came back, actually, it didn't even look like the organ room. He looked around in bewilderment in the newly organized room. He glanced down, so that's what the stone color was…it was much easier to see it without all the papers, instruments, and other unidentified items that had once littered the ground. Erik was checking the newly polished and dusted organ top when Lark skipped in happily behind him. "So what do you think?" she asked anxiously. He jumped slightly; he didn't see her behind him. "Good, it's well done," he said finally, trying to keep his startled heart rate down. He walked away to another part of the room.
The girl sat at the organ's seat and looked at Erik and smiled. "Where did you go, anyway, Erik?" He was looking through a stack of books, taking a few and opening them then snapping them back shut. Erik and came over to the organ and laid a hand on Lark's head. "Just to the roof, and," he looked back at the book pile, "do I really have all those books?" She laughed lightly and shook her head slowly under his hand. "No, some are ones I had…borrowed from Meg." Erik snorted and motioned for her to stand up, which the girl obeyed. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to work," he said, pushing her out the door, "go amuse yourself and try not to burn anything again."
Lark made a face at him but he had already closed the door behind him. Something was bugging her; she opened the door and popped her head in. Erik was looking at the organized pile of his music; his head looked up at the sound of the door. "Yes?" he asked irritably. The girl smiled weakly, "sorry to bother you, but I have a quick question, Erik. What's the date?" Erik looked at her for a moment as if he didn't know what she said. "The date?" he asked, she nodded.
He rubbed his bandaged hand absentmindedly, "It's the 20th of December, I believe." Lark's eyes sparkled excitedly for a moment. "Oh! Thanks, Erik." She said, trying to remove the excitement in her voice. "You're welcome…I guess." Erik murmured turning back to his music as the door shut. He shook his head, what could be going through that girl's head each day? Erik made a face, he may never know in all his lifetime. "Typical," he muttered, taking out his quill and ink.
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Lark was so happy and surprised, it was already December! That meant that Christmas was coming up soon, she grinned wickedly as her eye fell on Erik's door. Stifling a giggle she ran off, she had to go do some things…
i wonder what's she up to...XD