Lost In Time

38. Soon

K really long chapter coming your way as a really long apology for a really long wait that I feel really bad for. Bunch of good and bad stuff has been happening and I finally found some free time 💕. Sorry for not replying to a bunch of DM's and Conversations on my board that asked when I was updating next. I've been barely on Wattpad and I felt bad if I replied and said "updating soon" because I honestly didn't know when I was going to update. Didn't want to get your guys's hopes up 💕

BTW THANKS FOR 30K READS I HAD NO IDEA YA'LL WOULD LIKE THIS, THIS MUCH.

Anywho! Enjoy this adorable/somewhat perverted ;) chapter!

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Faith's POV

My eyes widened, "Uh-oh..."

Erik smirked so menacingly, I couldn't even begin to try and forget he was The Phantom of The Opera. Slowly, I crawled backwards to get away from his crouching form and the eyebrow pencil.

"Dear, Faith. Please. Let me make you beautiful." He drawled out in a sing-song voice.

Biting back a smile, I looked up at him. "No."

At this, it was like a gun went off. Rocketing towards the nearest room, I shot off the floor and sprinted for my life. Grumbles of protest came from the French man as he tried to untangle his long legs from the ground.

Squealing, adrenaline coursed through my veins. I bumped my shoulder into the hallway wall, stopping my run, and continued forward to the music room.

Pushing the door open, my eyes scanned the dark room. As my eyes traveled over the landscape before me for a place to hide, I didn't even hear a certain man come up behind me.

"Bonjour ma belle fleur." A deep voice breathed into my ear.

A scream of surprise left my lips and I sprinted to the piano to make distance between us. I ran behind the instrument and turned towards Erik.

"How'd you get there so fast!?" I panted in surprise, my heart racing.

A lazy smile was placed on his thin blue lips as he twirled the makeup bag around his finger. He slowly prowled towards the piano, his long legs making no sound.

"You're forgetting who you are messing with, mon ange." Erik said lowly, his eyes finding mine.

"Look around you." He chuckled evilly, extending an arm, "You have nowhere to escape."

Hesitantly, I looked around the room, my eyes leaving him. A gust of wind blew wisps of my hair back. I turned to the source, and a white clad chest blocked my view.

"Stop doing that!" I screeched, jumping back, but he caught me around the waist, pulling me back to him.

"Ah ah ah~." Erik tsk-ed, pulling out the eyebrow pencil, "My turn."

I sighed, knowing what my fate was, and closed my eyes in defeat.

A rustle met my ears, and a pencil began working on my eyebrows. I peaked one of my eyes open, staring up at the beautiful man in front of me. His smirk was full of mischief and his eyes glittered with amusement. He breathed slowly, humming comically under his breath.

Moving onto the next brow, Erik's blue lips peeled back into a small smile and I smirked at the sight.

"It's hard to take you seriously when you look like a clown." I muttered, shifting a bit in his arms.