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Kaya
Chapter 2 Guardian angel
The girl had ate in silence. I watched as she slowly chew the food I prepared for her. She was surprised that I knew her taste. What she like to eat, even her favourite brand of coffee. She doesn't understand yet that I know every part of her, inside and out. Corrine is truly a sweet girl. The soul maker was right to trust that old man's soul with her. She is shy, polite, respectful but incredibly melancholic and sad.
When she was finish, she insisted to clean the dishes. She said she wanted to occupy her mind. I understood that she wanted to think about something else than her family. Even though they had never really had anything in common with her, she truly loved them. Now on, I will do my best to keep her from sorrow. After all, I am her guardian angel as humans would call me, and I have to play my part as Erik, the Phantom of the Opera as its best.
Slowly, I joined her at the other side of the kitchenette as she cleaned the counter. I gently laid one of my gloved hand on her shoulder and instantly felt her shiver. Her mind was filled with quite explicit images of herself and...well and me or at least with the "Erik" she has always envisioned. But that was not part of the job.
-Can you sing? I asked, after clearing my throat to help her tear her thoughts from the naughtiest of them
She bowed her head and laugh softly. I knew she found my question a bit ridiculous, but I was doing my best to look like the Phantom.
-You don't have to do this you know. She said with a sweet smile
-I know all of this is a bit awkward, but we'll have to learn to be friends. I asked if you knew how to sing for I can teach you if you want. I have the same abilities you have imagined for me.
She actually blushed and somehow, I could not make my way through her thoughts, she had constructed a powerful wall around them in only half a second. She is a strong indigo. The master was right, she isn't like the others. That is why she needs more protection against the demons. None of the indigo child are hunted. I lied to her but it was the soul maker's will. She is precious to this world and she doesn't even know it.
Her eyes darkened suddenly, she looked so sad that I could not repress myself from taking her in my arms. I knew that the word that caused this was 'friend'. She never had any, we made sure about that. And now, she missed her family. I felt her trembling in my embrace, crying as silently as she could. She had never really cried in her life, but now, since the events of the last few hours had began, her world was falling into piece and I knew she was scared.
Lifting her light body, I transported her to the bedroom. I felt how tired she really was, even if she was doing her best to hide it. But I was no fool, she could not hide such things to me, the one assigned to her well being.
I tucked her under the sheets and kissed her forehead. I knew she liked those kinds of little attentions and I have to be honest with myself, I liked that too. I was an angel, but the soul maker made sure I would feel what the character she had imagined would, besides physical love.
-Sleep me darling. I murmured, making my new voice soft and reassuring. Later, at nightfall, we will go up to see the rest of the opera house and then on the roof, to see the stars. Would you like that?
-You mean, the rest of the opera populaire is part of that...fairytale? She asked, a weird expression of disbelief crossing her sweet features
-This is your world chérie. There's everything and maybe someday there will be more, who knows. You created that world based on what you saw in that movie crossed with your own fantasies.
-So if I decided to give you a big ugly moustache, you would have one? She continued, a light of mischief glowing in her eyes
-Don't even think about it!
We laughed together. It was fun being her guardian. She had a particular sense of humour, but I enjoyed it, very much.
-I'll wake you for lunch and then we could enjoy some reading or music. I asked again
-That sounds good. She smiled
I'm really starting to like that smile of hers. I raised from the bed but before I could do one step, she reached for my hand, holding it tightly. I wondered what was wrong and turned to see her still smiling face.
-Thanks...hmm... what shall I call you? Angel?
-Just call me Erik and you are welcome my dear.
On that, I left her alone, a bit shock by being thanked by a indigo. I am her servant, and she thanks me. I'm just…flabbergasted, taken aback, name it. I guess I'll have to talk to my master or maybe I could use a drink, even if my kind doesn't need anything.