A/N: Yea another chapter, I'm on a roll! I'm sorry for the last chapter: it was majorly short! Hopefully a longer one this time...? I love Erik! By the way, my Sound of Music auditions are today, so wish me luck! (Watch, once I walk onto the stage I'm gonna trip and fall flat on my face)
Raoul sucks,
eriksotherangel11
Erik and Christine spent the rest of the hour they had alone together singing and playing music. For a second, Christine felt as if she was back in the Opera House singing and dancing on the stage. Erik didn't hide his face after their kiss, he knew finally that she loved him and not Raoul. Christine smiled smugly to herself continuously when she heard him burst into song. She was now his tutor, teaching him how to accept the way he looks and not get depressed over it anymore. Every so often she'd caress his cheek with her hands and he'd flinch and look away though, and Christine got very irritated, but she let it go.
Erik's hand reached for his mask and Christine put out a hand to stop him in alarm. "What are you doing?" she snapped.
Erik chuckled quietly. "Meg and Madame Giry are home, darling." He tilted her head up so he could kiss her on the forehead. She was like a magnet to him: always pulling him close.
There was a cough behind them and Christine jumped in surprise, tumbling of the organ bench. "Ah!"
Meg giggled and helped her up. "We brought dinner. Come with me Christine dear, you haven't changed since the night we escaped. She looked down and realized she was still wearing Erik's wedding dress that was forced upon her. Meg's nose was shriveled up and she gave her a look that had "yuck" written all over it.
"You're right," said Christine, walking out the door. "Goodbye Erik!"
"Goodbye."
Meg grabbed her hand and nearly dragged her up the steps to the upstairs rooms. "I can't say that I approve," she started. Christine could tell that she was going to go on one of her daily rampages. "I don't like that he kisses you. Your lips belong to Raoul."
"My lips," fumed Christine, "belongs to me, and I can kiss anyone I wish. Why are you so set on Raoul? You know I can't marry him! He would take music away forever! You know he isn't interested in that at all. But Erik on the other hand..."
"So you only like Erik for his music?"
Christine gasped. "No! You think I would leave Raoul for that? Erik can be loving too!"
"I've never seen that. Whenever he's around he's always mysterious and dark and barely even talks. And he never smiles! Raoul always smiled, Christine!"
"Erik smiles," Christine argued. Then she sighed and flopped down on the beg. "Falling in love is awfully simple, Meg, but falling out of love is simply awful! Why would I just throw my heart away again? Do you think I would give up Raoul for a man that I knew I couldn't love?"
"No," answered Meg, knowing that she lost the argument. "Well, come and pick out a dress for dinner. Where did you get that one by the way, I haven't seen it before."
The wedding dress. "Oh, I've had it for years," lied Christine, unable to tell Meg that was almost forced to marry the phantom.
Meg chose a golden gown that had a black ribbon tied around the waist. "Here," she said, "Try this on. It's one of my favorites." She left the room.
Christine held the gown in her hand, stroking the soft fabric. It was very pretty. She was relunctant to take off the wedding dress. It seemed as if she was slipping off her last alive memory of the Opera House and her lessons with Erik. But she took it off anyway, knowing that Meg and Madame Giry would think she was very strange if she didn't change into the gold dress.
When she was done changing, she dashed down the staircase, feeling a stranger without her wedding dress on. She smelled soup. She didn't expect something huge. It was only the four of us and it was most definitly not a party. Erik pushed back a chair for her and she sat down. The food was already at the table and she felt guilty for not helping to prepare it or set the table. I'm probably just a huge obstacle for them, she thought.
"It's been a while since people have ate in this house. It's refreshing for us to live in the past," said Meg.
"Only for a little while," added Madame Giry. "Soon people will notice that this cottage is occupied. It's not safe anywhere for us."
"It's going to be hard moving around all the time," said Erik quietly.
"Why can't people leave us alone?" sighed Christine.
"It's my fault," he whispered.
Madame Giry shook her head. "It is not your fault you look the way you do."
"Don't beat yourself up," comforted Meg. Christine just rested her hand on his leg. She didn't have to say anything.
Erik looked uncomfortable and changed the subject. "Should Daroga be visiting us soon?" Daroga? Oh yes, the Persian.
Madame Giry nodded her head. "In a couple days or so to give us news. He's keeping tags on Raoul and the mob."
Christine straightened herself in her chair in surprise. "Raoul? Raoul's part of the mob?" No, she couldn't believe it!
"I'm afraid so," said Erik, grabbing her hand.
"What, is he after me too?" Christine felt her heart snap.
"No, he would never betray you like that," answered Meg quickly. Erik flinched, but Meg didn't see. Christine shot her an icy look. "He refuses to believe that you..." are in love with the phantom... "ran off with us. He is probably after us right now with the Daroga at his side. He's more of a spy for us, you know."
"Surely he has nothing against you and Madame Giry," said Christine, thinking aloud.
"They're on my side," said Erik darkly, "That's why he hates them now."
"Oh please, Erik, he knew all along that Madame Giry and you always had some connection, yet he didn't hate her. I think-"
There was a knock at the door. Madame Giry's eyes widened. "Quickly Erik, Christine, hide! We can't let anyone see you! Go, go!" She pushed them into the nearby closet and closed the door on them. Erik wrapped a hand around her waist and pressed his index finger to her lips.
Madame Giry opened the door and a man fell into the kitchen.
It was the daroga.
He had been shot.
A/N: duh duh duuuuhhhhh! How's that for a cliffhanger? Everything will be revealed in the next chapter! Check my profile to see Christine's gold dress. If the link doesn't work, or the pic doesn't show up, go onto Flickr. The pic is called 26-50 Christine's Papers. You'll recognize it, the girl is actually Emmy Rossum. Oh and when I finished this chapter, my auditions are now over for the Sound of Music. And guess what? I went onto the stage, and I had a mental break down and I FORGOT THE WORDS TO THE SONG! ahhhh! hopefully they won't mind. :)
Faithfully yours,
eriksotherangel11
