Disclaimer: I don't own The Phantom or anything related to it,,.,..,.,.,.,., except Jolie .
A/N: LOOKIE!!! Another one!!! Gotta Luv Spring Break… I is BORED!!! Soo.,.. Yesh lol .
Phool: In Her Eyes
Chapter 4 - Pain in the Form of Hope
Jol stood there silently hoping on hope that he would come back for her, "Foolish." she told herself. Her head snapped up when she found she could not see the light from Erik's torch anymore… She swiftly walked down the same path she assumed Erik and Christine had taken, and sure enough there they were… walking down the staircase, hand in hand. Christine was singing, but Jol found herself too lost in thoughtless pain to care.
Jol continued to follow the pair silently, that is, until Erik's voice resounded around the passage hallways. Jol couldn't help but gasp, 'It's so beautiful…so… so… sorrowful? Why would he be sad? Everything he's ever dreamed is coming true…' she thought still in slight awe. 'Oh, no! I think Christine heard me!' she panicked in her mind for a second until she realized, 'Would it really be so bad if she did realize I was here? The entrancement between them would be broken, but… Erik would be so hurt.' she was torn.
The next image that registered in her mind was of Christine mounting Erik's horse. Jol smiled at the memories, 'The first time I rode him, I about died… Erik only laughed at me,' she sighed, 'I got startled by it's 'neigh' and I fell off… Erik caught me, I dared not move, that is until the horse 'neigh'ed again and I jumped out of his arms… dang horse…' Jol pouted in her mind with a slight smile still following Erik.
They soon came upon the lake. Erik and Christine got into the boat, 'No! What am I supposed to do now?! I could trudge through the water behind them, but I'm sure Erik would hear me then…' Jol thought annoyed as she looked around. 'Okay, if I can just get to that walkway/ledge then I think I can follow them.' she planned in her mind. She took off her shoes and walked through the murky water for a second.
"Eww!" she whispered reaching the walkway. She pushed the disgusting water out of her mind and followed Erik and Christine. They soon came upon, 'Erik's lair?' Jol asked herself. She had never seen it so guarded before.
"Sing, my Angel of Music." Erik commanded Christine softly. Christine let out a soft high pitched note.
"Sing, my angel." Erik commanded again. Christine obliged.
"Sing for me!" Erik cried slightly desperate. Of course, Christine answered.
'Oh no, the ledge is ending… What am I gonna do now. Maybe I should just go back, this is pointless. No! I came down here to talk to Erik and I'm going to talk to Erik!' she stated firmly to herself. She leaned out of the walkway, and was able to see into the lair.
"Sing, my angel." Christine's voice got loud.
"Sing for me!" Erik yelled. Jol answered this time, with a high pitched scream,
"AHHH!" she screamed as loud as she could. Erik didn't seem to notice the difference and smoothly got out of the boat. He began to sing to Christine,
"I have brought you
To the seat of sweet music's throne
To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music
Music, you have come here
For one purpose and one alone"
He sang with such emotion, such pain, that Jol couldn't help, but be entranced as well.
"Since the moment I first heard you sing
I have needed you with me
To serve me, To sing
For my music
My music"
Jol began to cry as he began to sing again…
"Nighttime sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs
And wakes imagination
Silently the senses
Abandon their defenses"
Erik walked towards Christine and helped her out of the boat. He locked eyes with her and sang,
"Slowly, gently
Night unfurls it's splendor
Grasp it, sense it
Tremulous and tender
"Turn your face away
From the garish light of day
Turn our thoughts away
From cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night"
Jol's senses left her at that point and the scene in front of her no longer existed.
She was sitting on her bed reading a letter from Erik,
Dear Jolie,
Meet me in the small chapel at 9:00 tonight. There is something very important I wish to show you. Also, I wish to tell you something very important. I hope to see you there,
- Erik
'Maybe… just maybe he's going to tell me he loves me back! But what could he want to show me?' she thought excitedly and anxiously. She checked the time, "7:30," she muttered to herself, "No harm in looking nice." she told herself as she headed off to take a bath.
The next image was of her dressed in a modestly elegant dress, hair, half pinned up at the back of the crown of her head. She looked at the time and saw it was 8:53, "Just enough time to get there." she said to herself. She followed her feet through the familiar path.
She continued to walk until she reached the stairs leading to the small chapel… she couldn't take it anymore and she ran down them. She stopped when she saw he wasn't there yet. She sighed and sat down, "Even Erik can run late." she reassured herself.
Not 2 minutes later she saw him emerge from out of the picture of the angel on the wall in front of her. "Come, Jolie. Follow me." she told her with a smile on his face. She unquestioningly took his hand and stood up.
"I didn't know this passageway was here." she told Erik as she followed him down the corridors under the Opera House.
"Well, my dear Jolie, there are many other passages you don't know about. It is, after all, a very large Opera House. You'll learn all of them in time… Don't want you to get lost in one them." she said looking down at her.
'Geez. He still treats me as though I'm ten years old! I turn 16 in two weeks, you'd think he'd start treating me like an adult!' she thought to herself as they entered Erik's lair with out having to cross the lake.
Erik told her to sit at his organ and she did as she was told: He disappeared into his room. He came out moments later with a small black box. He knelt down on one knee in front of her.
"Jolie… There is someone very dear to me that I love with all my heart. And you seem to know her fairly well," he began with a smile, Jol's heart began to beat rapidly, "Jolie, that woman is Christine…" the smile fell instantly from Jol's face replaced with total loss of emotion, "… and I was wondering if you thought she'd like this." he finished as he opened the box. The last thing Jol saw was the glimmer of diamonds on a ring before the memory faded into the present view.
Erik had his arm wrapped lightly around Christine's shoulders as he pulled away the curtain to reveal a manikin, that look eerily like Christine, wearing a wedding gown and veil. Jol gasped in horrific shock, and Christine fainted in Erik's arms.
As he carried her into the room with the swan bed, built specially for her, Jol began to cry, and, after a while, felt herself hit the cool lake water. 'No point in fighting the pain any longer. The hero has found his damsel in distress.' she thought floating in the water…
A/N: OMIGOSH! I can't believe I just wrote that! What is wrong with me?! I think I'm gonna cry! Well… tell me what cha thought of it… hope ya liked it … Shall I continue or quit the story? Lol again please check for mistakes… I've read it over, but I could still miss things… sorry.,.,.,.,. Review! .
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