Lost In Time

5. Journey To The Lair

THE PICTURE AT THE TOP IS LITERALLY ALL OF US FANGIRLS  IF WE MET HIM.😂

Faith's POV

I've been giddy and excited the whole brisk walk through the tunnels and to the boat.

'I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!' I screamed in my head, 'I JUST SASSED THE PHANTOM AND NOW IM GOING TO HIS LAIR!' I squealed, bumping into something rock hard. It was Erik's back.

"You all right Mademoiselle?" He asked coldly, turning his head slightly.

'DAMN. I squealed out loud!'

"My name is Faith Mathes. And y-yes I'm fine." I blushed bright red. I hate when I blush.

"Okay then...Mademoiselle Faith." He tested on his tongue.

I shivered, 'Ugh. I have to keep myself under control.' I groaned inwardly.

He turned back around, and walked to a boat, the famous gondola! He hopped in and reluctantly gave me his hand. I slowly put my smaller one in his large, gloved one. He encased mine in his own and slowly helped me in. I was trying so hard to not pay attention to him touching my hand, and to pay attention to trying not to fall overboard.

He lead me over to the cushions and I sat down. Erik then went to the back of the boat, picked up an oar and started rowing towards the lair. THE. LAIR. 'Oh my god. I'm going to faint. I feel weak.' I think, while trying to take deep breaths and trying not to fangirl.

After some silence he spoke up.

"So. Um, how did you exactly get here Mademoiselle?" He asked, uncomfortably. I know he doesn't talk to other people very often, hardly none at all.

"I'll tell you about it when we get to your home. It is quite interesting. And yes, I'll explain the clothing Erik." He gave me a ghost of a smirk and kept rowing.

This whole time he was eyeing my clothing wearily. Only if he could see the SHORT shorts! I giggled quietly.

We hit shore, and he stepped out. He grabbed my hand and roughly yanked me up by accident. I tripped and fell into his chest. His arms went around my waist, to keep me balanced.

My cheeks burned and I laughed into his shirt, my hands clutching the front of it. He coughed uncomfortably. I was so embarrassed but that was funny too. I pushed away and looked up at him at arms length. He had a strange look on his face. Like he was trying to figure something out.

"Ah. Sorry, Erik. I have two left feet..." I apologized, still blushing.

"It's alright, it was my fault anyways." He said softly, still in his stance and eyes clouded over.

He suddenly shook his head and snapped out of it. His face turned cold and hard again, and he backed away, and I caught myself this time.

"This is my home. Please follow me into the living room to sit and explain why you are here...Faith."

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WOOHOO! SHE'S IN THE LAIR! HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT!!! THE NEXT ONE WILL MAKE UP FOR IT!

TOODLEDOO BUCKEROOS!