Eyes that Threaten and Adore by GoldenLyre
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Everything belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber, Joel Schumacher, Gaston Leroux and Susan Kay.
A/n: This story's gonna alternate between Erik and Christine's POV.
Erik
I stirred awake, finding myself in a tangle of white cotton sheets and the scent of her. I looked up from what seemed like her lap. I found her bright doe-like brown eyes sparkling happily down at me. I returned her smile lazily and returned to my comfortable pillowed position.
With a sigh, my mind wandered back to the last few months of bliss. My beloved Christine and I had married, and I don't think I have ever been this happy. A purr escaped me as my wife (I still have trouble believing we had wed!) ran her fingers through my hair, moving down to my ravaged cheek.
It had taken her much persuasion to so much as remove the mask around her. Knowing I could never resist her doe-eyed expression, Christine had been nothing short of delighted when I (very much) reluctantly agreed to take it off when we were alone. Around the servants though, I still wore that white porcelain scowl. Not even Christine's deliciously adorable pout and puppy-dog eyes could change that.
My reverie was interrupted as my beloved rained kisses on my face. She whispered in my ear, her voice the very essence of heaven, "My love, I think it's about time we got up…" I turned to face her. Her sleep-messed chestnut curls glowed gold as sun streamed in through the sheer white curtains, making it as if she had a halo cast around her crown.
I smiled – She was beautiful.
I mumbled, "Must we really? Why can't we just stay in bed?" She giggled and replied in a very mockingly clipped tone, "Because, my darling Erik, you have work to do, and I… am hungry." A grin emerged on her adorably flushed face as she finished her sentence. Unable to resist, I kissed her softly on her pink lips.
"If we must, we must…" I whispered against her mouth. She smiled before she rose out of bed.
I watched her walk into the bathroom rather appreciatively. I don't think she's aware that her hips sway when she walks… That thought brought another smile to my face. Reaching over to the bedside table, I placed the cool white mask to my face, ready to start a new day.
I walked down the huge marble staircase, humming the Music of the Night to myself. I was on the way to the dining room where Christine and I usually took our meals. But on my way there, I saw Christine in the kitchen talking animatedly with the staff. I leaned against the doorway, lazily amused with my wife's sociable disposition.
Christine
A pleasurable shiver ran up my spine, just as it always does whenever Erik was around. I turned to see my tall, tamed Phantom leaning against the wooden doorway, gazing at me in amusement. Feeling a little mischievous, my eye wandered from the tips of his polished leather shoes, up his long legs that were covered in black cotton, up the generous expanse of his lean torso and finally met his beautiful blue eyes that were laughing down at me.
"Jacqueline, I'd like breakfast in the study, if you please." He instructed our maid. The girl nodded hesitantly and started putting a tray together. I slid off my stool and strode up to Erik. Anticipation glowed in his eyes as I did so. I smiled and leaned into the strong length of his body. I kissed him lightly before walking out the kitchen door to attend to the roses I liked to grow in the greenhouse.
I wandered through the various blooms of peach, pink-tipped white, pure ivory white, pink, yellow and blood-red roses in the greenhouse. I picked out a perfect blood-red specimen and tucked it behind my ear. Seeing butterflies flutter over each of the flowers reminded me of how Erik had come to grow as a person since we had realized our love for one another.
He had been a caterpillar when we first met – he had been a child emotionally, unable to do anything but express his emotions at their most extreme. Then we had each other, safe in our little cocoon, not caring about what went on in the outside world. After we married, it was safe to say that Erik had grown into that beautiful butterfly whose heart soared whenever it wanted to. That flight was caused by our love and our music…
Sniffing the roses thoughtfully, I smiled. Suddenly, a tingling prick of cold struck me – it was as if someone was watching me. Very, very intently. I stood up quickly and gazed around to see if anyone was around. The property was vast – mostly rolling hills of green dewy grass. My eyes narrowed so I could see through the misty panes of glass of the greenhouse. I made out a brief silhouette of what seemed like a person before it simply disappeared.
Suddenly frightened, I made my way back into the house.
TBC
A/n: Howwuzzat, y'all? Ahh.. my muse has returned and shes working better than ever! I've got the general outline of the story all planned out, so review and you'll get what you want ;)
Heaps of luve –
GoldenLyre / Kel xoxo
