Why Have You Brought Me Here?

Chapter 10: Wandering Child

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Chapter 10: Wandering Child

Juniper's POV:

I slept peacefully that night. I only dreamt of music.

The nightmare which had invaded my sleep nightly was replaced by the image of a mirror, and a glossy shadow of a man, the man who had sung me to sleep. 

As I awoke that morning, the light, which had befriended me and had once saved me from the apparition, was teasing as it lingered on the windowpane. I no longer needed light; I was no longer afraid of what waited in the shadows.

I sat up and, with weary eyes, searched for him, or for something that the occurrences of the night before weren't just a dream. My eyes finally rested upon a slender, shimmering object beside my clothing trunk.

A piano!

I leapt off of my bed and struggled to reach the instrument as my legs gave out behind me. Without another thought, I stammered to the upright ivories and smiled widely with pleasure as I saw the single, black rose. On the keys was a piece of parchment. In haste I tore open the red seal. My hungry eyes were starving for his words.

Juniper, a pretty rose for a very beautiful girl. Enjoy the piano; your mother had played upon it. My voice, and her ambiance, will be in every note you play.

With love,

         Erik

I had never played the piano before, but I sat upon the bench and placed my slender fingers over the keys as I envisioned his letter. He thought I was beautiful. I pressed down on one of the keys and a thunderous vibration swept through my room. In awe, I stepped away from the piano, knowing its powers were yet too strong for my fragile frame.

The light, which had shone on the keyboard, was now masked as it disappeared abruptly. He was here.

"Do not be afraid, Juniper. All darkness consumes me. You are not afraid of the dark, are you, my dear?"

My eyes wandered aimlessly toward the voice, but, as I reached out, only air weaved through my fingers. I sat back down at the piano. "Anything can happen in the dark. I use to be petrified, but I hold no reason to be scared now, now that I know what beautiful angels hide in the shadows." I smiled in the darkness, knowing he could not see its radiance.

Suddenly the pew I was sitting upon had slightly moved. He was sitting next to me. I kept my hands on my lap, fearful to reach my hand out to this phantom, scared that the spirit would disappear simply by jagged, human touch.

He inched closer to me, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. As he whispered in my ear, my thoughts hazed.

"Anything can happen in the dark," he repeated as his traced my collarbone with his gloved hand. I had succumbed to his touch. Not wanting to feel weak and nimble under his passions, I quickly changed the subject, but he was completely intertwined in me. His arm around my waist, and his other hand on my cheek.

My mother was right. I felt as if I had belonged to this stranger.

"My mother," I sighed as his weight shifted opposite of me. "Tell me about my mother."

Even in the darkness, I could feel the echoes of his broken heart. A soul who had loved my mother; a man whom my mother denied.

"I don't wish to speak of her, only to say that I see much of her in you. Your slender figure and graceful gait mimics her so."