<BUT FIRST... A note from me!>
I know what you're thinking "Why the sudden switch from Star Wars to 1870-80s Paris?"
Well, honestly, school has been burning me out lately, one reason why Serena and Din's chapter 12 is coming out later than hoped (Sorry!). Secondly though, I've begun to grow fond of the shadowy yet intriguing figure of Erik and wanted to write something about our favorite Phantom!
<Hope you enjoy! >
Date: Saturday, December 24, 1876
Time: 10:00pm
~/~/~/~/~/~/POV: Erik Destler/~/~/~/~/~/~/~/~
The warm glow of Christmas always felt cold to my skin. Not because I don't like Christmas; rather, the music was blissful and inspirational at times. It was simply the feeling of being alone that always filled my catacomb with slight gloom. But I digress slightly to being 'alone'. Madame Giry, my messenger and sometime companion shared Christmas dinner with me briefly with me before returning to her daughter upstairs.
Little Meg, a "fairy sprite" I always called her when Madame showed the small locket portrait of a chubby toddler with golden locks and deep dark eyes. "How lucky" I always felt "to have someone to not be lonely."
She would roll her eyes and laugh, "Don't despair Erik, I'm sure a little muse will show up someday." I smirked at the thought, yet I had no idea that it would come sooner than I had expected.
I was composing something of winter's comfort as I sat at my organ that night. However, suddenly, I heard a cry from the surface above, one I'I'd heard many times before. Then it grew silent instantly. At first I thought it may have been some stray cat or something that got kicked, but that sounded too human to be. With my curiosity getting the better of me, I put on my mask and cloak. I race through the tunnels of passages I've created over the years to reach the surface of my theater and its large mahogany doors with brass handles. With a heave, I push one open, letting in a chill of frozen air drift in. Hurridly, I search for the source of the noise left and right. It wasn't till I looked down that I realized what I'
The girl looked no younger than six, lying on her side with lips starting to turn blue. Immediately, I picked her up and whisked her back to my chambers where I placed her on the bed and undressed her outer clothing. Her tiny hands were nearly black with frostbite, and her small feet were no exception. Trying to find something 'suitable' for a sleeping gown, I rummaged through my wardrobe and pulled out an old poet shirt to put on her. After doing so, I took a step back to look at my unexpected guest. There was something strange yet alluring about her appearance. Her hair was as light as sliver stars, and her lips gradually returned to their original color of ice blue to take on the appearance of light cherry. She was... lovely to say the least. Sitting near her head to stroke her soft curls of sterling, I was surprised to see her cheek lean toward me. Slowly but surely, the little one murmured and stirred
"Papa?"
I sat back a tad so as not to scare her with my appearance when she woke up fully. Feeling as I needed to reply I softly whispered
"Hush now child, you're safe now," and the next thing I heard coming out of my mouth was something I'll never regret saying ever...
"Your papa is here. You're going to be safe now, I'm here."
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The Angel's Muse
General FictionBefore Christine, there was a only one who could make Erik live; his daughter. When Erik Destler finds a baby girl on the steps of the Opera, he makes it his mission to give the love and childhood he lost long ago.
