Hey! I don't know what to say, but here is another chapter late at night! This one is kind of short, sorry. It will be longer tomorrow! Well, enjoy! Please review, favorite, and follow! Thanks.

~Lauren

Chapter 6

Storytelling

"Yes. It was just the patron." Erik nods, but he had a gut feeling that he could not trust this man. Something about him wasn't right. He didn't know what it was, but he was going to find out. He looks back up at Eva and sees she is looking all around at his lair. He can tell she is curious. "You can look around if you would like." Her head snaps over to him and she smiles. "Thank you." She then gets up and starts to walk around. The Erik gets up and decides to follow her.

She starts in the kitchen. She looks around at all the pots and pan. Not very interesting. Then she walks out and pass the room with the swan bed, and then pass his own bedroom. Then she gets to the room where he keeps-no, kept all of his mannequins and dioramas of Christine and the Opera Populaire. She walks in and is fascinated by all the burnt pieces and mannequins. She looks over at the corner and he hears her gasp, very quietly. He realizes that he has a mannequin of Christine stuffed in the corner and obviously was trying to be covered up with papers. Erik, not knowing what to do, just starts by saying, "Um, Eva," She cuts him off by saying. "Tell me about her."

His eyes bulge, not expecting this. "Who?" he asks her, even though he already knows who.

"Christine."

"How do you know that is Christine?"

"It has to be! I have heard all the stories. I know that is Christine!" she yells, chasing him as he walks out of the room.

"You don't know anything about me or Christine!" he explodes at her. Eva stumbles back at his outburst. He turns away from her and sits at the organ bench. "I'm sorry…" she mumbles. He just sighs. She walks over to him, but not too close. "I'm sorry I pushed you. I know we barely know each other, but I feel like I should learn more about you. Like, your past life. And I think I should know about Christine." He puts his hand up to stop her. "Stop saying her name." Eva backs away from her, not knowing what to do. "I think…I should go." Erik whips around on the bench.

"Wait! I want you to stay."

She is shocked at his reaction. She could have sworn he was mad at her. She smiles. Erik then gets up off the seat and walks up to her.

"I'm sorry I lost my temper. Here, I will make us some tea." He then leaves and walks into the kitchen.

Eva is really starting to think Erik is pretty cool. He can sing, write, construct, paint, and cook! He is the whole package! He is handsome too. Well of what she can see. And his eyes, and the most gorgeous color of green. He is just perfect…WAIT! What am I thinking?! You barely know this guy, Eva! Snap out of it! But maybe you do like him! NO, you don't! She hears the tea kettle whistle as she is fighting with her thoughts, and she knows he is coming in soon. Don't act to weird, Eva. Be natural. As Erik is walking back in, she puts herself in an awkward position and a fake smile. As soon as Erik sees this, he instantly stumbles and furrows his brow. He walks slowly over to the table and sets the tea down. As she is still in her awkward position, he says to her, "Okay, what's up with you?" Eva relaxes and sits normal. "Sorry! We kind of had a fight back there and I was trying to act 'natural'! I didn't know what to do!" Erik just stifles a laugh. Then Eva and Erik both pick up their tea and take a sip.

Erik then looks at Eva and say, "Well I need to know about you too. I think you should tell me about you before I say anything about myself." Eva gulps.

"What would you like to know?"

"About your past life."

Eva inhales quick and her eyes bulge. "Um…I don't know, Erik."

"You can tell me anything. I have no one to tell but you and Madame Giry. She won't care, so it's just you."

Eva inhales and sighs it out. "Okay." She doesn't know what to do. She has to tell him. But, she will cry. I need to. You can do this. She tells herself. But she really doesn't know if she can do this. She has told many hard stories before, but she know this one was going to be the hardest.