RedDeathLvr, we'll have to wait and see! ;)

thegeyerguesthoouse, thanks for the review! I do apologise for the long gaps in updates. I'm lazy. That's really my only excuse now.

I know, I'm updating so soon! Shocker!

"Good evening my angel." his grip on her was immediately tight. It was a grip that assured her she wouldn't be able to slip away again. Cold panic flooded her, so much that she couldn't even catch the air to scream.

A few heads turned, surprised to see him after his disappearance for the last few months, but not enough to notice the terrified girl in his grasp. She was so trapped. She needed to breathe.

"Shh, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to protect you, someone is looking for you, they want to hurt you."

"I know!" She yelled, "I'm looking right at him!" Attention was immediately turned to the woman struggling in his grasp. So he dragged them into the shadows, a place he worked best.

People now started to pay a little more attention. More heads turned until practically every eye was looking for them in the shadows. A few even drew weapons in case of a fight. But they were only for show, costume props if you like.

"Come back!" Some of the attendees at the party shouted and began to run towards them. Erik pressed a tile on the wall behind them and with a slight click and strange spinning sensation- they were out of sight.

"What was that?!" She screamed, the air here was colder. Music and chatting and laughing could no longer be heard- instead there was a creepy, eerie silence that was accompanied by a sickly drip, drip, drip.

"We're safe now my love." A cold, heavy hand could be felt on her back, another on her legs. Swiftly, he picked her up bridal style and held her close. "I don't want you to ruin that lovely dress." Despite her lack of vision, she could feel warmth radiating off that deformed smile.

"Erik, put me down! Right this instant!" Despite her screams and claws at his face, he carried on. Dragging his legs through the water below making splashing noises as she went.

His movements got slower and stiffer as he waded through waist deep water. Hoisted up from even there, she could feel the cold of the water. What in Gods name was he doing?!

"Erik, stop! Please, you're scaring me now!" Despite her resistance and hatred towards him, she clung to him for dear life. If he dropped her now she'd surely drown.

"Don't worry, you'll be safe soon. I wont let anyone harm you." Was all he said as he carried on his absurd venture deeper into the watery abyss. Even as the water got neck-deep he used his strong arms to keep her dry. He would hate her to catch a cold.

" Mr. Destler!" She screamed as they began emerging from the water once more. Gently, he placed her down onto dry land. " , I demand you tell me what is going on right this instant!" But the drenched man ignored her.

For a second he placed a sodden hand on her shoulder, then seemingly changing his mind walked on.

"Tea? My dear?" Upon hearing him so relaxed and taking a seat down she furrowed her brows. "Hot and sweet?"

"When I hit you over the head, did all your sense, reasoning and sanity fall out Erik?!" She shouted at him and stomped her foot. Pouting and crossing her arms like a spoilt child.

As he stared at her, he tried not to laugh. But that sight was just too adorable, so he let out a chuckle. "Hmph." Her face went red as she mixed anger with embarrassment. "I want to leave now. I have no time for surprise kidnaps and tea parties with... you."

"Is it my face?" He asked bluntly, now fed up of the conversational maze of witty insults, small talk and demands. But she couldn't answer. Was it rude to call him a beast? Well, indeed he had kidnapped her, but it wasn't as if his face had told him to do it; that would just be silly.

"I..." Trying to put together an answer in her head, her face softened. An impatient growl emitted from her captor.

"I can't help it you know. It's not as if I chose to look like this Cynthia." Her heart went cold a little, she felt disappointed. Mostly disappointed at herself. All of those things she had said about him, she really wasn't thinking.

"I was born like this. That was it, no handsome or adventure filled tales. These aren't war scars, burn marks- I was just born to look like the devil." Cynthia opened her mouth to object to that statement. Yet something stopped her...she knew it was true.

"She disowned me, you know? My mother." The auburn turned her head down to the ground. She wasn't sure if she wanted to hear this. "I loved her so much... But she locked me in that attic, that..." It was as if he was straining, straining through all of those horrible memories.

"That BLOODY ATTIC!" His pained shout echoed through the place. Whimpering slightly, he dragged on. He was trying to explain, trying to at least get her to understand. "It was no place for a child, no place for a human or animal."

Cynthia felt herself shaking at his profound and sudden opening. It scared her to finally find out the secrets to his life, the reality behind the mask and the voice.

"What was it like?" Her tiny voice battled shakily against the silence that quelled her not to dare say a word. And that silence remained, for a little while. Before he finally caught his breath, caught his breath long enough to ask her to take a seat.

He revealed all to her. She stayed quiet, nodding, listening and accepting the tea that came from a seemingly bottomless pot. Or at least it seemed that way. For this conversation went on for a while, a very long while.

Thank you for enduring my laziness.

I will try to get back to regular business and such.

I will try my hardest.

Please, if you so can, update.

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Also, don't be scared to criticise. The whole point in putting my work out there is so I can improve and aspire to be better. And stuff.

Thanks.