Into my Darkness she Came

Two months later.

It had been a very diffacult two months. Not just for Erik, but for Juliet. She wasn't a trained singer so it was diffacult for her to learn certain things about singing. She was afraid of singing too high.

But Erik told her that he could teach her to go high and not hurt her voice at the same time.

He began to have her sing just small tunes at first. Little songs he would write for her that weren't too hard.

One song he wrote for her was a song called, "Remember".(I wrote a song called Remember, I own it).

"...sometimes I forget the things I should remember. Things I wish I could. But sometimes I forget, the things I love. The things, I need. The people, who fulfill...me." she finished the song. Erik shook his head. It was a song to go deep and high and she did both very well.

"Very good Juliet." he told her. She smiled at him. "Thank you Erik." she said. She was such a sweet young thing. Sometimes It would break his heart thinking she had been reduced to work at a brothel.

Perhaps if he hadn't come that night Madame Junir wouldn't have saved her, and would've given her away that night. Juliet was always thankful for everything Erik would do for her.

When they weren't practicing she was cleaning his house and cooking dinner for him. She enjoyed cooking very much. Before she began singing at 'Gypsy to Lady' she had worked in the kitchen with her mother who was the cook. When her mother died Juliet asked Madame Junir for a job. But not the job Madame Junir had in mind. Madame Junir thought Juliet was a beautiful young girl.

An early bloomer. Her guests would be none the wiser to Juliet's young age. And if they were, some of her guests enjoyed having a young girl of Juliet's age-but they most enjoyed was virgin skin.

Many, if not all, of Madame Junir's guests always asked her everytime they came if a new girl was here and if there was, was the girl a virgin? The answer was normally yes, but it turned out to be no.

But not Juliet. Juliet was a virgin. And she would remain that way until she was ready. Madame Junir knew Erik's type very well. He liked bruenets, and redheads. Every once and awhile he would choose a blond but barely never.

Madame Junir knew Erik would fancy Juliet. But it surprised Madame Junir that Erik didn't want to have Juliet in the way that she thought.

It was the oppisite. After the first month Erik informed Madame Junir that he would be taking Juliet off Junir's list for good. Junir tried to tell him that she was short of girls but Erik knew she wasn't.

Junir ran one of best, if not the bst, brothel in all of Paris. Her girls were always clean and beautiful.

Every month she paid for each girl to have a doctors check up. To check for desieses, but most of pregnancy.

Junir loved children but they had no place at a brothel. Her one rule was that if you wanted to work here you had to be fourteen and a half. Juliet was fourteen and a half.

But, not anymore. Juliet turned fifteen last month.

Erik settled the agruement by promising that he would still come and visit Junir and her girls. He still was, after all, a man.

Erik was known very well at the brothel. He was very well liked, even if he wore his mask. Not one girl ever asked about his mask. All they ever say was that it made him even more mystorios, and above-dangerous.

The women at the brothel loved Erik. He was so kind to them. He barely ever raised his voice. He never picked favorites, but the women did. In fact, there had been one or two incadents where the two girls had fought over him. He didn't come back for a whole month.


It was a late autem night at Erik's home. It was very beautiful. The sky was clear. The moon was full. It was the perfect night. Erik was on his balconey with his telascope. It was making some charts. You could see a lot of the constaltions tonight. He heard a knock on his door. "I'm out here." he called. The door opened.

He recongnized the footsteps. Light and slow. "Can't sleep, Juliet?" he asked. He heard her sigh.

"How did you know it was me, Erik? How do you always know it's me?" she asked him, coming out onto the balconey and leaning against the railing on her elbows. He looked away from the stars and to her.

"Because, it's always you." he answered, smiling. She giggled a little. Her long red hair was down and blowing slightly in the wind. 'Of all the stars in the whole sky, she's the most beautiful', he thought to himself.

"You miss your mother, don't you?" he asked her. Walking closer. She shook her head.

"Yes. Today was her birthday." she answered. "I said a prayer for her but...I don't know." she looked down at the ground below. Erik put a hand on her shoulder. He felt her shudder underneith his hand. He was about to take his hand away from she put her own small, pale hand over his own and kept it in place.

"You're very kind, Erik. You really are." she said, her back still to him. She turned around and faced him.

God, how she tempted him. She didn't even realize how much she tempted him. She tempted him with her eyes, her lips, her face...every part of her. Damn her for making him want her. He desired her. But he cursed himself for such thoughts. She was still such a child and he was having such sick fantasies about her.

He didn't even realize her hand was suddenly on the unmasked side of his face.

"Erik..." she whispered his name. She was leaning toward him. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion.

She leaned up to him, on tip toes, he was still much taller than she, and brushed her lips against his own.
Finally, she planted a soft, tender kiss upon his lips.

Her kiss wasn't like the last time she had kissed him. No. She knew what she was doing now. She leaned
against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled back and took her arms off of his neck.

"Stop, Juliet. This is just-" "Too real?" she asked him. He shook his head. "Not right." he finished.

"You're still such a child, Juliet. Such a young girl. I'm old enough to be your father. Not your lover." he told her. She shook her head. "I don't care. I love you." she told him. He sighed and shook his head.

"Juliet, listen to me, you do not love me." he told her. He saw her heart break in her eyes.

She sighed and moved away from him. She walked off the balconey and into his bedroom. He watched her leave quietly. The rest of that night he was kept awake by the sounds of her whimpering and her sobbing and her repeating: "He doesn't love, he doesn't love me", over and over again.

He couldn't take it any longer. He got up from bed and walked into her bedroom. She shot up in bed and starred at him. He walked over to her and sat down on her bed next to her.

"What?" she asked him, flatly. He wiped away her tears. "Juliet, you can't cry over me. I'm not worth it." he told her. She shook her head. "But-" "No. Juliet, you are young. You have your whole life to find someone." he explained. She sighed.

"But i've already found you." she whimpered. He shook his head. "No Juliet. You've found a ghost." he told her. She shook her head and cried. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. She didn't push him away to his surprise. She wanted to be held by him. It was the only way she ever felt safe.

He stroked her back and hummed Music of the Night's tune to her. She soon fell asleep. He left her bedroom but returned with a single red rose in his hand. He laid it down on her bedside table. He kissed her forehead and left her bedroom, closing the door behind himself.