Of Monsters and Angels

by Partners in Fanfiction

ErikxOFC with LND elements. Nicole "Nikki" Lasalle-Jones approaches the mysterious Mr. Y of Phantasma for the rights to one of his shows for her school's theater department. Mr. Y turns out to be an old friend of her late mother's with a checkered past he's reluctant to reveal to anyone else, even if he's suddenly enamored of her. Rated for scary scenes, limes and language.

20. Chapter 20: Erik's POV

20

Erik

Nicole slept for the rest of the night like a rock. I was in and out of bed with her. After a few hours, she woke up by yawning loudly while I was about to join her. Her eyes fluttered open and she turned to me and beamed. "Hey," she breathed.

With the back of my index finger I pushed some of her hair that had fallen over her face behind her ear. "Good morning, Nicole," I said.

She yawned again and peered down at all the sheets I placed over her. I was unable to redress her because she was so peaceful when she fell asleep moments after we finished, but it gets cold down in the lair at night. She smiled. "I don't wanna get up now…but I gotta go and feed my dogs and do my homework…and get there before my aunt does so she doesn't worry or anything." Her hand rose to rub her forehead. "Clothes…where are…"

I found her scattered clothes and folded them and put them beside the bed. I picked them up and put them by her side. She looked and chortled. "Wow, you're amazing."

"I'll let you change," I told her, and went to find her bag which she dropped by the coffin. She was finished and on her feet the moment I picked it up. "Thanks," she said, approaching me. She took her bag from me and paused. "How…how do I get out of here?"

I led her as quickly as I could the short way out of the catacombs and out of the building to the parking lot. The stinging morning sun only made me flinch but made her screech, "Ow, fuck, that stupid…yellow thing in the…Earth ceiling." She rubbed her eyes and when she opened them realized she was facing me. She said with an amusingly nervous smile, "Anyway, Erik, thanks for…the consensual sex." Her face fell. "Really, if you need anything," she continued firmly, placing her hand on my left upper arm. "Just call me or something."

I wouldn't, but would she? I took her hand gently and said, "If you need anything, ma chère." I pressed my lips against her fingertips. "Trust that I'll know."

The poor thing tried desperately to hide the flush in her cheeks. "I shall," she said. She finally smiled genuinely, not nervously or politely, and said, "See you later." She practically danced her way to her car. My feelings were returned, for the first time in my existence.