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Fate Weaves

Meip lay in bed, her hand raised, attempting to catch the fading moonlight within her grasp. She sighed, sleep would not visit her this night it seemed. Perhaps because a certain masked man had chased it away. Meip sighed again, her mind could not seem to escape him. Even now as she closed her eyes, all she could see was him. His masked face shining in the moonlight, his slender body wrapped in cloak and shadow, his mysterious eyes peering through her.

Meip shuddered, his eyes had such depth to them, they pulled at her drowning Meip in his storm, calling to her even now. Even worse, she could still feel his warm hand on hers. His pulse had been strong and steady under her fingertips, yet she could feel how it fluttered when their eyes met. Meip flexed her hand in response to her thought.

'God, I can still see his lips trembling.' He had been so close, so very close. Meip shuddered again, it felt as if he was still standing before her, his eyes peering into her soul. With a gasp Meip nearly jumped off her bed, as she envisioned his storm grey eyes staring at her from across the room. She blinked and they were gone. Meip turned over on her side with a sigh

'I'm being ridiculous.' Was her last thought before fading into sleep.

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Erik couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips, nor could he stifle the laugh that was sneaking through his teeth.

'She is quite the interesting ballet dancer.'

Erik had been pacing through his lair, trying to piece together his whole theory of 'fate' and 'destiny', concerning the afore mentioned; 'interesting ballet dancer'. When he felt the urge to see the object of his musing. It was not difficult to find her dorm room, what had thrown him off was the added need for stealth. By this hour of night, all the girls were asleep in their beds, even the ones who went out after the show to meet with lovers were back by now.

It had shocked him then, to find Meip wide awake in the bed. Her ivory arm shining in the light of the moon, her mouth twitching with unspoken words. Even now, her lips swayed his judgment and pulled at his feet, dragging him to her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, Erik was caught in the moment, his mind and soul warring with the other. Her gasp brought him back to frustrating reality. He dived into the shadows, trying to control his breathing.

'What is she doing to me?' Erik narrowed his eyes, his mind aggravated but his soul laughing.

'Interesting ballet dancer indeed.' As he walked back to his lair, Erik found his mind troubled by thoughts of her. Her jade eyes, the curve of her hip, the soft look of her raven hair, her ivory skin, her pink lips, so moist and inviting. . .

'Damn.' He rubbed his temples. This was not what he had envisioned only hours before. The idea of something, or someone being fated as his brought to mind the concept of control, and he was most defiantly not in control. It seemed that she was the one consuming him, from the inside out almost, which in his mind was backward.

Wasn't it supposed to be he who consumed her? Erik sighed. This was all becoming a bit to much to think about in one night. Still, the vision of her bathed in moonlight, would not leave him.

Erik shut his eyes, trying to dispel whatever magic she cast upon him. He grit his teeth and growled when her face appeared before him once again. Tired, confused and frustrated Erik stormed into his lair and collapsed on the couch, causing several books to be scattered over the floor. Erik paid them no heed, his mind was too enthralled by her.

'Perhaps this is mere lust I am feeling. Once I have her this will end.' His mind agreed but something in his heart whispered danger. Yet how else could he purge her from himself? It made perfect sense that she was merely an infatuation, it would explain why he could only think about her, why he seemed so entranced by her, why she haunted him. Still something told him that this was more than simple lust, but what it was he had no idea.

'I am being ridiculous.' Erik thought as he drifted into sleep.