by HorseGal » Tue Jul 03, 2007 2:04 am
Adeline was slowly starting to drift to sleep. She was wrapped in blankets and wrapped in Eric's warm, comfortable arms. She buried her head into his shirt and clung on to it as if her life depended on it. "Eric," she whispered. "Eric..." She had to ask the question. He was running his hand through her hair. He stopped mid way.
"What is it...wait no. Don't speak, Adeline." He kissed the top of her head and continued to stroke her. He started to sing softly to her, but she interrupted again.
"No, I want to ask you something." She felt like a little girl in Eric's arms. By now she was sitting on his lap. She lifted her head to study his eyes. He didn't look like he wanted to talk, but he was willing to listen. "Please, answer this..." Adeline didn't know how to ask it. Will he take it offensively? A disruption of his privacy? "I have a right to ask. I am his wife." The pirate captain finally decided to go on with her question. "Why the possesiveness? What happened? I understand that you, you did that thing when you were sixteen, but what made you do it? Why, Eric?" She could see his gaze harden. She frowned even more and clung on to him. "Don't walk away from me. Please, tell me."
He didn't listen to her. He roughly pushed her off his lap and on to the bed, then walked away from her into the shadowed part of the room. "You wish to know?" His voice was unusually dark. "You want to know about the monster's past?" He spat the word out like venom. Her eyes widened when he called himself this. He just cackled. "Funny, isn't it Adeline?" There was a sarcastic air to his voice. "That I was called a monster, an abomination at one point! Well, believe it!" He rounded on to her. "Why, why, why," he mocked. "Why was it that I wasn't loved by my dear mother and charming father? Why was it I was beaten or yelled out whenever my damn parents came home late at night?! Why did my mother curse me and blame me for what happened to her?!" His temper was rising.
Adeline huddled to the corner of her bed. She was starting to get frightened by his temper, but was also trying to understand him. Her heart went out to him when he started to talk about his mother and father. Her mouth was left agape in astonishment and her wide eyes wouldn't stop their staring. He kicked the chair, and she shook. He was repeating the word, why over and over again and yelling by this point.
He strided over to her and took her roughly by the shoulders. He had a maddened look in his eyes. "Can you answer me that, Adeline? Why? Why, why, WHY?!" Her eyes just stared. She couldn't answer that question. Why did his parents do that? Why did they not show him love? There was another horrible cackle.
"My mother was a wench, can you believe that? A british wench! My father was a french drunk!" More shaking and more cackling. All she did was listen with her lip quivering. "Very nice parents I had, no? Do you know what they did and their consequence for their actions? I was that consequence! I was that god-forsaken curse brought upon them!" He finally let go of her.
She fell to the bed, but didn't stop staring at Eric. Her heart couldn't stop pouring out to him. "Poor, poor Eric!" She thought. There was hurt in his life. "Eric-"
"DON'T SPEAK," he yelled and crumbled to the floor. "Adeline, Adeline, oh Adeline," he repeated. and crawled over to the bed. He tried to touch her, but she winced, afraid he was going to hurt her. He recoiled his hand back and shook.
"Eric," she tried again, tears finally coming to her eyes. "Poor, unhappy Eric."
"You alone can make my song take flight, help me make the music of the night."-Phantom POTO
"There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star." -Henry Thoreau
