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Elyza
He chuckled at us. "Then we shall have spaghetti and meatballs!" And all three of us rushed to the kitchen to prepare the meal. About forty-five minutes later, we were seated in the large dining room, eating a fantasic dinner of spaghetti and meatballs. Erik sat next to Liz-Marie and both of them sat across from me. My sister greedily stuffed the meatballs into her mouth and I had to glare at and chastise her until she used her manners. I, however, ate in small, lady-like bites. Erik didn't eat at all.Instead, he watched us eat, which unnerved me. I did not question him, though. When we were finished, our napkins atop our plate, he asked us, "well?" "Well, what?" "Your food. Was it to your liking?" My sister and I nodded in unison. "It was fantastic. Thank you, Erik." He waved his hand dismissively and stood to clear our plates, but I stopped him. "I will do it." He shook his head and took the plates from my grasp and went to go wash them. I called out a thanks to him and looked to Liz-Marie. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. She stood and wrapped her arms around me, kissed my cheek 'goodnight', and when Erik came back into the room, she stood on her toes to kiss him, but he was too tall and knelt down to her size, allowing her to kiss his unmasked and masked cheek, too. "Goodnight, Erik. I love you." He blinked a few times before saying back, "I love you too, Liz-Marie." She seemed so tired that she might fall over. Erik picked her up and walked back to the staircase, carried her upstairs, and set her to bed. It was just us.
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Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)
FanfictionA bullied teenager named Elyza Reagan and her younger sister, Liz-Marie, discover the depths of secrecy and love when a mysterious masked man becomes their new art teacher.
