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Chapter 18-Erik's Secret
"And who are you?" Captain Horn asked and Raoul wondered.
The young woman had sunglasses on despite the fact it was nearly pitch black outside, and Raoul took this into consideration. Her skin was also deathly pale; this was something else he wouldn't forget. "My name is Elisa Fisher," she introduced herself with. She seemed legit, but Raoul didn't like her.
"That's nice Elisa, how can you help us?" The Captain interrogated rudely.
She smiled lightly; it seemed like she was being awfully careful to hide her teeth, and Raoul made a mental note of this too. "I have to agree with Mr. De Chagney here," she said, "it was indeed the paranormal, vampires, that were responsible for the death of these three," she explained. Raoul had to respect the fact she was so open about her knowledge, but he still didn't trust her especially now that he knew she knew about vampires. "The only difference between Raoul an me is that I know the exact vampire that is responsible." She smiled.
"You do?" The chief repeated.
"Did I not just say that?" she replied annoyed.
"Wait. How do you know that?" Raoul asked getting down to the point.
"I have my ways." She smiled.
Still not quite believing her, he agreed to play along. "Then which one is responsible?"
"His name is Erik," she answered.
Raoul nearly fainted.
A, thirty-six-year-old Erik, stood in front of the same table of people he'd met years before. Maggie, Grace, Samuel, Lily, John, and Claire were all there; each one of them had not aged a day since the moment he met them, and Audrey even looked younger. He had spent years getting to know them spending nights in this room watching them play poker, and he would follow them everywhere unless Audrey said otherwise. They never went out during the day, or at least not that Erik knew of. Over the long years Erik had gotten close to them, but he never considered himself a true friend; Audrey made sure of that. "You're not ready yet," she would tell him every time she caught him calling them friends. He did consider himself a friend of Claire though, a close friend. Audrey had been nice to him with many things; introducing him to the group, buying him a mask to put over his putrid face, but Claire, she had befriended him despite what Audrey said, and she was the one that was always there for him. He felt a very close attraction to her.
Erik smiled at Claire, but she looked way too worried about something to smile back. Her face was even more white than normal, and she was playing with her slender fingers. Erik was about to go to comfort her but was stopped by Audrey's thundering voice. "Don't move an inch!" she ordered. Erik turned to face her. She was looking even more beautiful then normal; she had on a blood red dress and her lips were stained red. Erik tried to ignore the stained lips like he always did when they looked like that. "Claire, if you can't be calm then get out!" she demanded angrily. Erik had never seen her like this.
Claire didn't even hesitate to slip out of her chair and out the door without even a glance at Erik. "Claire wait!" he called to her.
"Don't burden yourself with her Erik," Audrey interrupted as she grabbed his shoulder roughly.
"What's the matter with her," Erik asked Audrey.
"She's just being stupid," Samuel answered.
"No, she's worried," Audrey corrected.
"What is she worried about?" Erik inquired.
Audrey rolled her eyes as the group at the table laughed. "Erik it's none of your concern," she said taking his big hands in her small ones. Over the years Erik had grown so tall he now towered over her. "This is the night when you officially become one of us," she explained.
"Are you serious? No more being the lackey?" Erik replied.
"You've earned yourself a slot in the group, it's time," Audrey repeated.
"So what do I need to do?" Erik wondered.
Audrey smiled revealing her two large teeth. "Just be still," she answered. Slowly, she caressed her hand over his shoulders; she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach his neck where she placed small kisses all the way down.
"What are you doing?" he asked. She didn't answer. Instead, there was a sharp pain unlike Erik had never felt. He began to feel weaker and weaker until he dropped to the ground under his own body's weight. He saw the group at the table smiling before everything went black.
Erik's eyes opened easily. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. It was the day he made the worst decision of his life. He tried to remove the guilt from his mind as his cell phone chirped.
"Hello," he answered tiredly.
"Erik what have you done?" Giry's voice sound worried as hell on the other line.
"A lot of things," he answered dryly. He was too tired to be serious.
"I meant lately!" she yelled so loud he had to hold the phone away from his ear for a second.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because that hunter is over here right now saying if you try to touch Christine again he'll drive a stake through you heart!" she explained frantically. "So I ask you again what have you done?"
"Nothing! I haven't hurt any human in at least three months!" he yelled back.
"Well apparently you've done something to make him so pissed! I swear the man is acting like he's mad!
"What is Christine doing?"
"I got her out of here. I didn't want him to tell your secret. I doubt she knows he's even here," she said.
"Good thinking," he complimented.
"Erik I'm worried for your safety," she confessed. "I know you're changing, you and Christine. I haven't seen her so happy since before her father died, and I haven't seen you so happy…ever. If you get hurt, well I think Christine might hurt herself," she continued.
Erik was silent for a second. The thought of Christine hurting herself was killing him. "What do you want me to do?" he questioned.
The old woman sighed. "Just stay away from here tonight. I'll tell Christine you're sick, and just needed some rest for the night. I'll call you tomorrow night with an update on Raoul," she said.
Erik's heart fell at the thought of not seeing Christine tonight, but even he knew it was the best thing. "Alright," he replied sadly.
"Erik I know you want to see her, but…"
"I said alright! I don't want to talk about it!" He then ended the conversation by hanging up.
Madame Giry hung up her phone sadly. Erik was such a stubborn bstard. "Where the hell is she?" She looked up the see the hunter striding toward the lobby desk with a pissed off look on his face.
"She's gone Sir, I suggest you leave as well," she ordered more then suggested.
The man laughed a little. "You're hiding her from me aren't you? Either that or that monster from hell has got her!" he screamed.
"If you don't leave now then I'll call security," Madame Giry told him calmly.
"Why can't you understand I'm trying to help her?" he said as he got right in the old woman's face, and it was a little too close.
"Sir if you don't leave I'll call security!" she explained sounding a little angrier this time.
"That won't be necessary Giry. I'll escort him out." Raoul and Madame Giry both looked toward the door to see Erik standing there with arms crossed.
"There you are you worthless slime!" Raoul yelled and Madame Giry hoped the whole Populaire hadn't heard.
"Erik what the hell are you doing here? I thought you said you'd stay away?" Madame Giry scolded.
"I couldn't let this piece of crap hunter hurt you or Christine for that matter," Erik explained as Raoul and him glared at each other making the hairs on Madame Giry's spine rise. Erik was ready for the man to charge, and this time he wouldn't be so nice.
"Erik get out of here!" Madame Giry ordered. It was too late though. Raoul was charging at Erik who quickly pinned him against a well.
"You really are an idiot! How many times do I have to slam you against a wall before you get it through your thick skull to leave us alone?" Erik said pissed. He had his deep red eyes fixed on the man's blue ones.
"You'll have to keep doing it tell I'm dead!" Raoul answered with fury.
Erik smiled revealing his dagger sharp fangs. "That's actually what I expected you to say," he replied as he got ready to bite. His fangs were almost in the hunter's neck when Madame Giry's frantic voice stopped him.
"Erik stop!" The vampire turned around to look at her. Her eyes were transfixed at the door though, and her face was white as snow. Erik turned around to the entrance to see Christine standing there; face white, grocery bags on floor, terror in her blue eyes.
"Oh my God," he exclaimed barely above a whimper. "Christine?" He let go of Raoul and turned to her. "It's not what it looks like, you don't know the whole story," he said hoarsely.
She didn't move. She looked like she was about to scream. "What the hell are you?" she asked frantically before running off.
"Christine!" he called to her, but it was too late.
"Now look what you've done!" Raoul hissed.
"Go to hell!" Erik replied before running after the woman he loved.
Christine dodged the men and women on the street trying desperately to get away from that monster. 'That wasn't Erik, that wasn't Erik' she kept trying to tell herself as tears began to emerge beneath her eyes. Erik couldn't have been that monster about to kill Raoul with those teeth, those fangs, things she had only heard of in horror stories. She was too deep in her thoughts to notice she had turned onto the wrong street.
Heaving for breath, Christine stopped. She knew she had made a wrong turn when she noticed the streets were empty. The street she lived on was never empty. The only light on this street was from the streetlights. "Oh God where am I?" she whispered frantically. Suddenly, the lights started to turn off one by one until finally she was left in the darkness.
"No!" she screamed. "No, no!" Her heart pounded with fear.
"Hello?" Christine shot around when she heard another voice.
"Thank goodness!" she exclaimed instantly running to the voice. "I'm lost," Christine explained as a figure of a woman came into view.
"Well maybe I can help," the woman said, and Christine could have sworn she recognized her voice. Why wasn't this woman scared?
Christine stopped when she remembered she carried some matches in her purse from places she went. "I think I've got some matches in my purse so we can see," Christine said.
"Ok," the woman replied as she went to stand closer to Christine who was digging though her purse.
"Oh thank God here they are!" Christine cried. She quickly lit one and turned to the woman. "Ahhhh!" Christine shrieked when she saw the woman's face. She recognized that evil gin immediately. It was Audrey.
"Hello Christine," Audrey simply said. She attacked before Christine even had the chance to think about running.
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