I Will Love You

Erik's POV

It was 3 years after the opera house fiasco that I saw my Christine again. She had found another well known opera and had taken the leading role after the diva had passed on. The opera was one from an English writer by the name of Christian; no last name was printed, and titled Spectacular, Spectacular.

The story is one of a young, beautiful courtesan, played by my beloved, when she meets a penniless sitar player. Love sparks but when her kingdom is attacked by a wicked maharajah, she must love him before her true love.

The opening night of this opera wasn't one of good cheer. Yes, it had met the standard; the crowd loved it but Satine, a former prostitute and lead role died the night it began. They have put the next performance off until tonight, the grand re-opening.

The house is full and the audience is eager to see how well my student can sing. I see Raoul looking about. He must be a new patron for he occupies one of the few boxes above my head.

No one, yet, has questioned my mask, which I am thankful for...the lights have dimmed; the show has begun.

I am in the front row so if Christine spots me, it might just ruin the night for her. I would kill myself if this happened...her she comes. Quite an elaborate costume, I must say. It shows most of her mid-section and the slits of the skirt come clear up to her hips, although, that particular brown looks stunning on her. Her hair-piece is one that the women of India must have worn but, then again, this is supposed to take place in India.

I noticed another man enter the box Raoul is seated in; it's the Duke. Hideous looking man. I think Christine has spotted me in the crowd. My white mask reflects all the color the light gives off and that blue shone brightly onto the stage. I don't think many people realized that though. She has defiantly spotted me; our eyes locked together for a moment and then she noticed it was time to get off the stage, for her character anyway.

2 acts later, she came out in a wedding gown. It was slim fitting and hugged her in every way. It had multiple beads sewn onto it and, again, her head piece was very elegant but far too gaudy for the moment. I looked down at the brochure and we had one song left. It was the wedding vows and was to come soon. Raoul had looked down at me on several occasions now, hoping I wouldn't screw it up again. He was rather upset the last time this happened; I had stolen her from him...but didn't succeed.

The song was about to have Christine sing but instead of singing the song written for this time, "Come What May," she sang something totally off-pace. She was teary eyed and looked rather pale. She had mascara running down her face and seemed to have had a not-so-great life. She looked down at me and started to sing.

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime," Raoul looked petrified. His eyes were huge and were staring at the sense happening right under his nose and – sadly for him – there was nothing he could do to stop this from happening. "Lead me, save me from my solitude." She was walking down to where I was sitting and all the audience, and myself for that matter, could do was wait in high anxiety for her next move.

I was quite surprised that she was 'alone' now because all the newspaper had said she married the Viscount and lead a very pleasant life. "Say you want me with you here, beside you." Inside, I knew that I had always known that she wanted me, but she wasn't old enough to realize that herself. If there was a worse moment than right there, I couldn't think of one; she had her audience –like I did – she had her husband to clear through –the same one I had to get her through- and she had me to win back.

She grabbed my hands and looked helplessly up into my eyes. She was lost, very lost, and needed her angel to guide her again; that was obvious. "Anywhere you go, let me go too," she started to cry tenderly now and leaned into my embrace and whispered, "Erik, that's all I ask of you."