My Angel of Music

Hallows Eve

Weeks passed, and nothing improved.  i woke, ate, read, bathed, and slept alone.  I was somewhat satisfied with this arrangement, but the endless silence tortured me.  My ears began to ring, yes ring, from utter quetness.  I started talking to myself to simply fill the air!  

erik stayed in his room for the most part.  He was building something, he said.  I didn't really care what he was doing.  At times I craved his presence and would hesitantly knock on the door.  He would gowl and crack open the door and slip outside.  He would always ask what I needed, in a polite tone, and I would always stutter a ridiculous reply about not being able to reach the sugar. 

And other times i would flinch if he came near me.  It was always black and white, there was never a gray area.  

One day, I was alone in the library, reading a book when Erik silently crept in.  I gasped and put down the book, frightened by his sudden appearance.  'It's All Hallows Eve."  He said in a dark, almost evil tone.  I swallowed and sat up straighter.  "Is it?  I-I haven't noticed."  I stuttered, my throat dry from lack of use and fear.  He nodded and sat down in the arm chair across from me.

"it has always been my favorite holiday.  So we shall celebrate."  He said solenmly.  I blinked in surprise.  A party?  What was he talking about?  

"A celebration?"  I questioned softly, my confusion evident.  He barked out a sudden, loud laugh and stared into my eyes.  "There will be no party, if that was what you were thinking."  

I sighed in disappointment and looked down at the ground.  Of course there would be no party...

"But we shall still celebrate.  We will sing."  He declared, no room for arguement in his voice.  I sunk into the couch and bit my lip.  I was so scared of singing with him... He could control me if he wanted to, and I would have no say in the matter at all.  I would just go along, and obey his every command.  His voice put me in a trance of some sort, and that was the scariest thing i could think of.  All I had left was my mind, without it, I would have nothing!

 "Christine, you will sing."  his voice was demanding and somewhat frightening, but I tried not to react.  "Why should I?'  I asked defiantly, my spine stright and my jaw set in the firmest way I could manage.  I was not a leader, never had been, but I wished to have some kind of control.  Even if it was a simple thing like my voice.  But it was proving impossible...

Erik smirked and chuckled to himself.  "Because your choices effect the way I choose to treat you."  He said calmly, raising a brow.  I laughed, the sound unnatural and high pitched.  Like a mad woman.

"Choices?  Oh, I forgot I had those."  

I stood and smoothed my dress down and lifted my chin slightly.  "I will sing.  But only because you are making me.  I want you to know that I have no desire to hear your evil, decieving voice."  I hissed, though I kept my composure.  I didn't look at him as I fled the room.

***

Erik gave me the music and asked me to look over it on my own, so I did.  though I resisted, the notes pulled me in and trapped my mind even further.  A noise from the next room distracted me, and I quickly threw the music scores across the room to keep my mind free from any of the evil yes so beautiful music.  

That night the door was slowly opened, and in the doorway stood a calm, yet excited Erik.  I stood and made eye contact.  In any other normal situation I would smile and maybe offer my hand or a curtsey.  But instead I just nodded and waited to be led to the music room.  

I had dressed in a pretty dress with a tight corset and a beautiful water silk dress.  it shimmered in soft golds and yellow hues, quite innapropriate for the situation and mood.  

Erik smiled and held out his hand, and I took it hesitantly.  

I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter.