Disclaimer - I own none of the characters. The ideas are my own, but the rest I owe to Gaston Leroux, Susan Fay, and Andrew Lloyd Webber.
I sighed. What was I going to do? I knew that it was Erik…my Erik. He was wearing the mask of Don Juan. I had no choice. If I didn't expose him, something else horrible would happen. Hadn't I caused enough as it was? Was I supposed to let him hurt more people? I had no idea what he had done to Piangi – to steal his costume – or had he made the costume himself? I had no idea. The music in the background, the song we were singing, I couldn't help it. I ripped his mask off, showing him to all of Paris, all of the world. What else could I have done?
I woke with a start. The dream had come back. I looked next to me in the bed. Raoul, my darling was watching me. "Christine, you were singing in your sleep." I looked at him in astonishment. I talked occasionally, yes, but singing? Was it even possible? He looked at me harder. "You were dreaming of him again, weren't you? Of that night?" I nodded silently. He wrapped his arms around me, and we lay back down together. I fell asleep again quickly, and awoke the next morning rested. I rolled out of bed silently, as Raoul would sleep for another hour while I prepared breakfast.
On the table was yet another note. Nadir had been here again, bringing the letters from Erik. He knew enough about our schedule that if he came early in the morning, I would receive the note, read it, and have a reply ready on the table the next morning.
Christine,
Mon ange. I thought of you again today, as I played Don Juan. I heard it ring throughout the Opera Populaire, and thought I heard you singing it. You must come to visit again. It has been a month since your last, and I believe it is time again. You must not stop your singing, it is a gift few can boast of.
I remain,
Erik
I stopped. Raoul must never see this note. The others had been trite, asking perhaps for a visit. I tried to go through the labyrinth often, for Erik had no one aside from herself, Nadir, and Ayesha. The last time I had sang for him. What a mistake. I could never take back the powerful duet of our voices reunited, the memories that it brought back. Erik, who could make my soul feel alive as no other. Was it possible that I still cared for him? Raoul thought him a monster, I knew him for the caring creature he was while I was around. He would protect me and guide me, my voice and my character. I longed to go back, to stay, more voice lessons. Raoul would never allow it.
I darted from the room to the library, where I had a fire warming the cold room. I tossed the note in, and watched it burn. I didn't want to stay here anymore, but I didn't want to live with Erik. Perhaps I really was the child that everyone believed I was, unable to make a decision.
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This is my first attempt...so please R/R and let me know what you think!