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||11-30-2009 at 07:41 AM
Love Should Not Divide: Link in sig
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I walked quickly but quietly alongside Erik. My small frame contrasted against his large one, and I prayed to God that we didn’t look suspicious. Erik had no mask on –he had left it in his home by the lake- so we walked in shadows. I was still in the wedding gown, and besides from being slightly damp at the bottom, it looked like something a usual woman from Paris would wear to an opera. Erik, however, was capeless, and almost shirtless. He had done what he could with his hair, brushing it back with his hands and water.
We walked for more than an hour, and Erik never said a word to me. I tried to strike a conversation with him, but Erik would only use brief, choppy responses. Finally, the silence was too much for me to handle. How dare he ignore me, after I had just vowed to be his wife, after I just gave up everything I could have had with Raoul to stay with him?!
“Erik,” I said. No response. “Erik? Erik. Erik!” He continued walking, as though I was not there. I stopped walking. He took three steps, realized I hadn’t moved, and turned around to look at me. I returned his calm, cool stare with a stare of my own; a stare that showed I was angry, tired, and irritated.
“You are causing a scene.”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Erik, you’ve barely said a word to me all night. Tell me; is this how our life is going to be? Is this how life with you is going to be?”
“Christine.” He said sternly, calmly. He took a step towards me, and I instinctively took a step back, throwing my hands up to protect my head should Erik decide to hit me. When no blow came, I slowly dropped my arms, and saw Erik, his face in his hands.
“I would not harm you, Christine. There was no need to cover yourself like that. Erik means you no harm; Erik loves you.”Erik stated, half in tears.
I took a step towards him, and reached out to touch his deformed face.
“No, we must continue. We are almost there.” Erik said, and started walking again. I followed, knowing that now was not the time to talk about the true meaning of love to a man like Erik; a man who was being hunted down by the authorities…a man who would die if he was found.
We continued walking down the main streets of Paris, and then veered off into dark, narrow allies. I should have known that Erik would be taking me someplace dark; someplace like his former home, his mind, his very soul. Tucked into a small corner lit by one gas lamp, there was a sign that read ‘Rest, Room, and Food’. Erik slipped through the door, and I followed silently.
The inn was very small, but cozy. When you walked through the door, on your right were tables and benches, and a fireplace with a warm fire residing there. A door just to the left of the fireplace led to the kitchen, where all of the food for the guests was made. On the left side of the room was a staircase that led to the second and third floors, where the guests would sleep. There was also a counter, and behind that counter stood a short, rugged man.
“Aye, Erik! You’re back. And I see you brought a pretty lassie with you, eh, lad?” The man was about 5’8, with red hair and a mustache. His eyes were a deep green- somewhat like Erik’s. He was in his late 30’s, and –judging from his accent- was either from Ireland or Scotland. His French was very good, although his thick accent made him difficult to understand. He was dressed in rather plain clothes, and I assumed he was the inn keeper.
Erik nodded his head politely. “I will need those two rooms I’ve kept rented, including food for Ms. Daa’e and myself.”
“Two rooms, lad? Are you sure about that?” The man asked with a devilish smile.
“I am quite sure. Two rooms, please.”
As the man went upstairs to prepare the rooms, Erik and I waited downstairs. Time alone with Erik was something that I couldn’t decide if I should dread or enjoy. He was always so silent, so engrossed with his own thoughts. It seemed like you were talking to a statue.
“Erik, why do you keep two rooms rented here?” I asked curiously.
“In case I need to use them.” He responded blankly. “As you can see, keeping rooms rented can become useful at times.”
I nodded my head, and realized that my gown was rather dirty from the walk. I fussed, and tried to wipe as much of the dirt off as I could. I managed to get most of it off, but I knew I couldn’t wear that dress for much longer. I would need new clothes, as would Erik. Erik apparently noticed my fussing about, for he actually started to speak.
“Christine will need new dresses, new shoes, new gowns. I will take you to a place tomorrow where you can pick out new ones.”
I nodded my head, showing I understood. Before we managed to talk anymore, the man came down the stairs.
“Your room is ready, as is the lassie’s. Go up the stairs to the second floor, and take a left. Your room is the first one on the right, and the girl’s is the first on the left. Have a good night!” The man announced.
“Ah, thank you, Patrick.” Erik bowed formally, and we climbed the stairs to our room. I opened the door that led to my room, and bid Erik goodnight.
“I shall see you tomorrow for breakfast, Christine. Good night.”
Before I could answer, Erik went into his room and closed the door. I said goodnight to the closed door, and closed my own door.
My room was small, but comfortable. It had a single bed, a wooden dresser with a small mirror on top, and nightstand with a bowel and pitcher on it. I looked into the mirror, and sobbed. My hair was messed up, my face and dress was dirty, wet, and muddy, and I didn’t have clean clothes to change into. I didn’t know what was going to come next, and I didn’t know how life with Erik as going to treat me.
Woot, phan phic chapter 2!! (BTW, read my phic, Time To Heal.)