I owe much explanation. I've found that I told you nothing of anything considering when this is occurring. To start, it's been about 3 years since the fire of the Populaire, so I'm assuming that Erik is around 32ish and he the 2012 movie Erik. And if you're wondering, I will not tell you of Lorna's backstory, you'll find out eventually. Oh, and the little dialogue in the summary never happens. Erik will appear in this one, don't worry.
And a note(I changed it):
Thinking
"Talking"
Knock. Knock.
"Lillianna! Josephine! Go get the door!"
Two little, dark blonde heads popped out of a door way. One kept an emotionless face while the older looked unsure of following through with the command.
"Your father is home!"
The older bolted out the door, the other following a little ways behind because of stubby legs. The first slammed open the door and flew into the waiting arms of her papa.
"Did you find Auntie Lorni yet?" she cheeped. Her blue eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Well, yes in fact I have, Lilly!" Draco said. He shifted Lillianna around until she was settled comfortably on his side.
She squealed in delight.
"Let me see her! Let me see her!" She started crawling over Draco's shoulders and head.
"Oh no ya' don't." Draco grabbed her torso and placed her gently on the ground in front of him.
Draco looked up with a smile on his face to a woman leaning on a peach colored wall.
"Dearest Lucielle!" He raised his arms into a welcoming hug.
Lucielle raised her hand up, stopping him.
"No."
"But Lucy-"
"No."
Draco let his arms fall in defeat, looking at Lillianna.
"You'll give your papa a hug, won't you?" he said, a fake pout on his lips.
She gave a brightening smile to him,
"Oh! At least one girl loves me-"
Then flitted over to her mother.
Draco glanced at his youngest, Josephine. Her big, brown eyes stared back.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
"Pft. Draco you're pitiful!" Lorna exclaimed, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder and shimmying around him into the house, a sly smile on her face. She believed him to have no spirit left, having been denied by all the women in the house.
She was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
"Oh but dear Lorni. I believe you are the drastically pitiful one", he laced an arm around Lorna's shoulders, "Of the last I've heard, I see you have but, oh what was it, one suitor?"
Lorna silently growled.
"Oh no no no, I am wrong. Forgive me. You have none!" He let out a laugh, releasing Lorna from his grasp. He poked her unscarred cheek."Your so pitiful it makes me laugh!"
"Oh, stop it Draco!" Lucielle walked over and dragged Lorna away from him. "Watch the children while I take care of Lorna."
He sauntered to the children.
"Whatever you wish Lucy", he glanced to Lorna, "Why don't you find her a husband while you're at it?"
Erik slammed his fingers on the keys of the organ.
Why did she leave me?! I gave her everything! Everything!
He buried his face in his hands, leaning on the organ. He'd been wallowing in self pity for three years. Three miserable years. He never left his lair after...Christine.
He sneered at her name.
He hated her.
What once was the desperate need for her love had turned into a cold bitterness. Never again would he fall in love so flippantly.
He let out a sigh.
Best not to stagger on these thoughts.
Erik stood, sliding his hand across the keys as he walked away, out of his lair. He slowly stepped through the calm passageways.
What happened to the fear, the dread, these halls used to hold. They used to be...foreboding.
He continued his walk until reaching an end. He felt for a loose spot in the gray stones and pushed, revealing a longer corridor. Progressing through the slowly lightening halls, thinking over how everything used to be. Of course he still pesters the Opera managers to no end, that was his only use of entertainment. They caused no trouble over his demands afraid of what he'd do next.
Eventually, he reached the actual end of the passage. He was about to slide the switch of opening the wall into place, but he heard footsteps. He quickly released the switch and slid over to a spy hole.
It was the outside.
Erik mentally slapped himself. He had no want to leave his safe haven to explore, but maybe this person would cause for some amusement.
They were looking the opposite direction, their shoulders heaving in what seemed like frustration. He chuckled mentally.
Their light brown hair was covered in cobwebs and their green dress in dirt.
So it is a woman.
His eyes were woven in delight.
She must have been wandering the darkest, most unused alleys to look like that!
He carelessly let out a deep chuckle causing the said woman to spin around, a frightened look in her eye.
He clamped his mouth shut. His own eyes widening.
She...she's like me.
Chapter 2 done! I finally brought up Erik and I'm sorry he's acting like a pity filled dog, but what the hey. If you couldn't tell, the last part was when Lorna was still wandering around the Paris streets.
Au revoir