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Portrait of the Soul	By : sirenofsaturn Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I’m back! Sorry for not updating last week, but I ended up at Megacon. I met Scott McNeil!
Erik/Glare/
Though you will always be my hero, Erik! Thank you so much for all the reviews! They help so much…To be honest things personally have been kind of shitty lately…any encouragement you guys give me, is strangely comforting to my real life…So thank you! Please remember I own nothing except for any original characters and this fiction based plot!
Erik: Nice to have you back…Chapter thirty-two
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
Mia sighed slowly sitting back down on the bed. “I-I don’t know…”
“It’s not that hard.” Nette waved almost jokingly. “Do you love Erik or not?”
“Yes.” Mia answered without hesitation. “Yes I do…I do love him.” She whispered.
“Then you would marry him.” Nette nudged. “What is their to think about?”
Mia sighed and stood up. “A lot. I love Erik; I have no problem with that. However, I still want to work. I worked hard to become a set designer…I don’t want to give that up…but I still love Erik…What am I going on about? Erik has not even asked me to marry him…so…why don’t we just forget this happened. I’ll talk to Mother about you and Joshua.” Mia smiled pushing against the door to leave.
“Oi my nose!”
“Mother!” Mia cried, pulling the door back to see her mother nursing her hit nose.
“Oi Mia-la, if you’re done hurting your poor mother, you can stop gawking at me!”
“Mother…How long have you been standing there?”
Nitsee raised her eyebrow. “How long? Over sixty years! It’s my house!”
“You know what I meant.” Mia stared.
“Long enough to get my nose banged into. Now Mia-la if you’re done having a canipse with your sister would you two help me with dinner?” The mother huffed turning to go downstairs.
“I still think we were left on the door step by gypsies…” Nette sighed, moving to follow her mother.
“That is what Mother insists on sometimes…” Mia sighed following her. “However, I think we were traded by the gypsies for a goat…”
“Then why does she keep us around if we make her into a mashugina?” Nette smiled.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Mia asked walking down the stairs. “The goat’s probably dead by now.”
“Believe what you want girls.” Nitsee lectured, as they stepped onto the first floor. “My little two and three days of agonizing labor angels.”
“Not the guilt.” Mia sighed, clutching her chest.
“At least Peter has it the worst. They did have to cut him out.” Nette reminded.
“To bring my only son into the world they cut me open like a fish…I bled so much I almost died…but for my son it did not matter! Nothing mattered for you girls, I just wanted you here with me…now help me make dinner.”
“Of course…We’ll talk too…I need to speak to you about a few matters Mother. Nette, don’t you have something to do?”
“Oh yes…Mother were did Mr. Erik go? I really should apologize for my behavior.”
“He went with Baba into town. They went to pick out an herb from the wise woman yenta.”
Mia froze in her steps. “You let Erik and Baba go into town…alone?”
Nitsee nodded.
“Are you mashugina?” Mia yelled.
“Mia Lashelm Sclar! Do you not trust your own Baba?” Nitsee demanded.
“Of course I do! I just don’t trust her mouth alone with Erik!”
“Face it Mother.” Nette agreed. “This could be the most uncomfortable time of Mr. Erik’s life.”
‘Besides making love in a coffin…” Mia thought. “I wonder what they’re talking about…”
“…There is something I would like to know.” The Baba smiled tucking the Valerian herb into her coat.
“Yes?” Erik replied continuing to walk back to the house.
“Is Mia…happy?”
“…To my knowledge she is very happy. I would do anything to make sure she stays that way.” Erik spoke, his promise laced with every spoken syllable.
“I believe that…Ever since you two have arrived she is almost glowing. She seemed especially happy when she snuck into your room last night…”
Erik, who had been inhaling during that sentence, began to cough causing the old woman to chuckle. Wrapping her wrinkled fingers against his thin wrist the Baba squeezed gently. “You have nothing to be ashamed of Erik…Have you forgotten I married a French man?”
“Madam…” Erik cleared his throat.
“Oh come now! I’m not dead…I just wish to know if Mia is happy.”
“Madam…” Erik was grateful for his mask as he felt his yellow flesh turning pinker every second. “…I have received no negative response as far as those matters are concerned!”
“That is fine.” Baba smiled. “I see I have embarrassed you enough…I know you care for Mia…Your heart obviously has room for her…I just hope it has room for two…”
“Two Madam?” Erik asked.
“That orange sack of fur. Ever since she brought that thing home as a kitten it has not left her side. She even schlepped that feline to Paris.” The grandmother laughed.
“Oh, I assure you. I am fond of felines myself. I have one too, that is very dear to me as Brain is to Mia.”
“If you two are so fond of these animals…were are they now?”
“A very dear friend of mine is taking care of them…” Erik sighed, wondering how Nadir was fairing with Ayesha’s temper.
“Ah…Now you say you helped build the opera house? Were did you learn architecture?”
“I was an apprenticed mason at fifteen…” Erik began.
Many miles and countries away an orange feline crept through the unfamiliar house. The feline know as Brian, now on its ninth life, decided to look for a place to sleep. Brian spied a comfortable looking sofa with soft velvet cushions and decided to rest there. On his way to the couch a Siamese pounced on his destination.
“Mine!” She hissed.
Brian froze at Ayesha’s warning. Turning his head the tabby noticed a soft looking chair. Making for the said the furniture, the Siamese beat him again. “Mine!” She hissed.
Giving up Brian curled up under a table and began to yowl.
Hearing the cry, Ayesha jumped down to meet the orange feline. “Why do you cry?”
“I miss my master…the one who belongs to me…”
“I also miss my master…he is again spending time with another female…”
Brian sighed, “The one who belongs to me was kind…I kept her safe and was good company…”
“So was I to the one who belonged to me…” Ayesha began to yowl. “Then another female came…I tried to keep her away, but she insisted on keeping him company…She finally left…My master cried…This dark haired female…I do not want her to hurt him the same way…I will protect him…” Ayesha sighed curling up next to the tabby.
“And I will protect her…” Brain purred as the two felines drifted off to sleep.
Just a little look at what goes on in a cat’s mind. For those of you who are confused I will clarify. Cats do not belong to us. We belong to cats. We are simply guests in their homes…and it is our privilege to love and feed and pet them. In exchange they protect us and keep us company…
Erik: And sleep sixteen hours out of the damn day…
It’s actually closer to twenty. Thank you for all the reviews! Please keep them coming, and remember the disclaimer from above! I tried to make this chapter a little lighter because the last few were a tad drama-y…yeah…so tell me what you think! No flames and see you next week!
Erik/Waves Punjab lasso/ Don’t make me say it…

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