Note: Before this, the story goes as before Music of the Night
Note: Before this, the story goes as before Music of the Night. This chapter starts during the music of the night.
Chapter 1
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Erik sang to Christine, holding her tight. Touch me, trust me, Erik whispered into her ear… Savor each sensation...
Christine looked at how close Erik's face was from hers, and felt herself go faint. Everything went black…
"Darn it!" Erik said to himself, picking up Christine. "I was hoping she would at least wait till she saw the dress to faint. All well."
Erik laid Christine into the beautiful swan shaped bed that he made for her.
The next morning, Christine woke up to the sound of a music box. Christine sat up and looked around. All around her were black drapes. She noticed a tassel and she pulled it, making the black drapes around her pull up. Christine looked around her again.
She saw a "door" that lead out of the room, form what she could see, she only saw the lake.
Christine got out of the bed, and walked over to the door. Each step, bring back memories of the night before. When she got to the other side of the door, she whispered, "Erik".
She looked around the room, and she saw him sitting at and organ, concentrating on what he was doing.
Christine started to walk over to him, wondering if he knew she was awake.
Christine stood next to him, looking at his mask. "Why would someone cover half of their face? What is he trying to hide?" Christine asked herself.
Christine put a hand to the other side of his face… trying to distract him, so he wouldn't notice that she was trying to take of his mask. Immediately, Erik's hand flew to his face. He pushed Christine away and cried, "Christine! Christine, no! You mustn't see my hideous face!"
Erik was looking around the room to find a spare mask. He failed and looked at Christine, who was on the floor, and knelt down beside her.
She had a look of terror and sadness in her eyes. Seeing this Erik felt heartless.
"Christine, I'm sorry. I just…" Erik was cut off.
"No, Erik. I'm sorry. I should have known…" A tear fell down Christine's cheek. She never wanted to hurt him. She even started to have feelings for him… more then a friendship… maybe much more. She wants him to love her the same way. "But now," Christine thought, "he is to mad at me."
Erik stood up. "Come, Christine. I need to take you back."
Christine stood up without saying a word.
Erik led her over to a drape, which, Christine thought, had a mirror behind it. But, instead, there was a passage way behind it.
The passage way was pitch black. Erik looked down at Christine. She was just staring into the darkness.
"Come, Christine," Erik said, grabbing Christine's hand.
Erik didn't take a torch or anything, his eyes were adjusted fine. But Christine on the other hand…
Erik was afraid that just holding Christine's hand wouldn't really help her… well, she could run into something.
Should I wrap my arm around her waist? Erik asked himself. Just so that she doesn't run into anything. But then again she might think that I like her, well, I do, but still…Erik's thoughts were interrupted, when Christine tripped, and clutched onto Erik's arm. She didn't let go…
What if he thinks the wrong thing? Christine was asking herself. I do have feelings… Christine couldn't help herself; she looked up, trying to look at his handsome face.
Christine sighed, He's just so amazing, and I've never met anyone like him. She held on tighter to Erik's arm. Oh, I can't deny it any longer… I love him… Christine closed her eyes after thinking that.
They kept walking until Erik stopped them.
"Ok, Christine. We just need to walk up these stairs." Erik said after opening a door.
Christine blinked. The tunnel was lighted, and there was a long twisted staircase.
At the top, Erik opened the mirror. He turned to Christine. "I hope to see you again soon." He took Christine's hand and laid a gentle kiss on it.
Christine's heart raced. Christine sighed dreamily in her mind.
"Goodbye, Christine." Erik whispered as Christine stepped into her dressing/ bed room. Erik closed the secret door behind Christine.
Note: Thank you all for reading the first chapter of my story. I hope to read your reviews. Sorry that the chapter was so short. phantomlover101