Love -Pure Unbridled and Unknown- Love- In The Arms of a Angel
(Christine's Perspective)
(Note: as i re-edited this chapter, i decided that it would be better if i split this scene into two chapters, as the first part of being lead into his lair should be a seperate chapter from the next)
I decided to just revel in the feelings that held clear throughout my body, So long had I waited for this moment, for this time. As he stood up my god he looked as if he himself was a god, offering his hand down to me with the most handsome smile plastered upon his face. His eyes,they glowed with such fiery passion, love, and,genuinity. Perhaps life hadn't cursed us both after all, and if it had, well we had had one another now. I didn't plan on leaving him now or ever! And how possibly could i? He is my saviour, my light in the dark, my soulmate.
I placed my hand within his as he helped me to stand up and within a moment he scooped me up into his arms.
"Could I be dreaming.."I remember thinking, though this was no new thought.
I gazed up into his eyes as tears started to fill mine, this was my dream come true! My Angel, had saved me through the worst of times, every time when I was crying, his music brought me up from the depths of sorrow; he warmed my heart and soothed my soul. I had only ever dreamed that I would get the privledge of seeing him and in person it was hard to even imagine. He carried me through the rest of the catacombs with such grace, gentle-ness, and ease that it felt as if I had been floating.
Did I really deserve him?I asked myself over and over again.
I gently ran my cheek over his shoulder, which had felt as if I ran my cheek over satin; It was true,he was perfect to me; Perfect for me. I could have fainted like he had only minutes ago but I kept myself awake so I could bask in the moment, in him.
He spoke with soft, gentle, and the most beautifully sounding words, (they sounded like magic to put it bluntly),
"Christine, oh my Christine...I Love You...";
he looked down at me with that twinkle in his eyes, as I realized his eyes had filled too. I thought,
Why would anyone shun a man with such...perfection...
We arrived at the front of his lair as he set me down softly upon my feet while taking my hand in his,
"This is my home, which..is now yours as well",
turning to smile at me with such unspoken love. I turned my head and looked around with such amazement; this was nothing like all the others had gossiped about; The horrible gossip about how it was filled with torture devices, with despair and sorrow, with such darkness. Why, yes the place was dark but it was -under- the opera house and that wasn't to mention that the dark wasn't horrible. I don't believe anyone but him could understand what the dark had meant to me, it was my source of comfort when his voice woud ring throughout it, it was my only companion through all the sorrow and hard times (other than him). The Dark was a haven to me,it was safety. And now I had someone to share it with as he did. This place,his home was amazing to put it bluntly. It was not filled with sorrow or despair, it was filled with the work of a genius, with the deepest passion known to man (if only it was known to man, but no one bothered to see it), with no words coud descibe his home.
The way the candlelight reflected everywhere was enough to warm a cold heart, the scattered music could fill your mind for eternity. It was sad to think that no one could ever experience such, not that they deserved to though.
He gently lead me through his home, showing me the secrets of his life,of his mind. Sharing the wonders of it all with me. I was so ecstatic that he did so, there was no other place I would rather be! I looked up to him with tears still filling in my eyes, I reached up on my toes to whisper in his ear
"Erik, please play me musique, i need to hear your musique mon amour";
his entire face a lit the moment I spoke the words to him. I was overjoyed as he nodded and took me over to his organ, where a variety of instrument layed as well. He glanced at me smling boldly and spoke,
"What would you like to hear mon ange?",
I looked over all the beautiful,gorgeous instruments as my eyes layed upon the violin my soul leaped; He noticed and gingerly took up his violin and smirked at me,
"Ah, my second pride and joy, you my dear are my first".
I giggled and must have been blushing brightly as he leaned over and spoke softly to my very soul
"You are blushing ma cherie." as he then positioned himself to begin playing.
I wondered what he would play, out of all the muic he has ever known, composed, or played. I smiled so joyfully as he began to play the first song he ever taught me to sing, the first song that touched my very soul. As he played on tears began to run down my face like small rivers, he made me the happiest woman. I reached out and placed my hand upon his shoulder as I let the vibrations, the harmonics, the melody coarse throughout my body; Gazing over him, observing how passionate he was, how deeply he was entwined in the music,the way his eyes were closed, it sent shivers up my spine. The music swirled and spun around us, entwining us in the passion for music. The music caressed us and coaxed us to play more, I felt my soul give in to his will, I let myself go, leting my voice harmonize with him.
My Erik, the words were strange at first, in my head they came as a whisper. I gently closed my eyes and let my voice reach the heavens, he stopped playing and pulled me into a gentle embrace.
Our dreams were begining to come true, both of ours! Gently he kissed my neck with tender love and passion, the sensation made me slightly twitch, giggle, and moan. He took ahold of my chin and turned it upwards towards his face as he peered into my soul leaning down and kissing my lips passionately, releasing his breath into my mouth which I took in; feeling my heart leap, my head spin, and my adrenaline race.
Our toungues met after about a minute with the uptmost passion, tangoing with the other; one of his hands roughly took ahold of the back of my head, holding it like he was holding on for dear life,
"My...Christine...I love you... so ...much", he spoke as he pressed into the kiss harder.
His other hand gently stroked up my arm then came to rest upon my cheek with such tenderness, so lovingly; stroking it like it were a prized horses coat. I wrapped my arms around him tightly,
"Ohh Erik...words ...couldn't ...describe how...much I...love...you", holding him so close to me.
I finally realized that I too was holding him as if for dear life.
