Elevator's

By: .heart.angel.93

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Elevator's

"I start to talk in my sleep; our souls are divided
Why can't they forgive me these demons inside?
Deeper than deep, and I'm constantly blinded
My heart starts to shiver for it was not enough
I start to talk in my sleep, 'cause our souls are divided
How can it be that you're ready for love?"

-Ready for Love, Cascada

Seeing the familiar white mask, the black hair, I felt as though time has stopped. I could feel the colour drain from my face as my eyes traced the edges of the glistening white mask. I shivered, his presence no doubt overpowering. Slowly my eyes reached his, those golden eyes, filled with such intensity that sent chills up and down my spine. They flickered with anger, but something I dare not explain reached them as well. I tried to pull my gaze from his, that intensifying gaze, but somehow I couldn't. My mind was blank, fear rushing throughout my whole body. Though, I still couldn't pull from his gaze, that hypnotic gaze that stared to intently into my own.

I'm engaged to this man.

The thought rang through my head, clear and crisp. Feeling numb, I suddenly felt as though I was going to faint. Raoul's steady hand gripped me tighter at my waist, and I was pulled quickly back to reality.

Raoul.

My mind suddenly spiralled back, as though I had just woken up my conscious. Letting out a breath I found I had been holding in, I leaned more into Raoul's comforting form. Finally being able to avert my eyes from his masked face, and left them to gaze at the floor for a moment. His black attire soon filled my vision and I tried desperately to get a grip on reality. I was frightened on how he could hold so much power over my thoughts, just by simply staring at me.

"Good afternoon, Ms Daae." A melodic sound came from the figure. It was the first time I had heard his voice, and I was consumed by its utter beauty. My inner musician seemed to relish in its inner melody as my own thoughts seemed hypnotized by the sound.

How can a man, with such stance, have such a…voice?

I could feel Raoul's grip become tighter and more possessive, and I felt as if those golden eyes filled with such raw emotion, lift from me.

"Mr. Chagny, I presume?" His voice was now cold, a hint of dry sarcasm dripped from it. Noticing I was still in the arms of Raoul, I turned to face Raoul's angered expression, his eyes narrowed at the other.

Suddenly, a cling erupted from the elevator doors, and I jerked my head in the direction in confusion. Then it dawned on me, we were on the ground level. With wide-eyes I watched as the doors pulled open, clinging softly.

I looked up to see the masked man and he seemed startled as well, his gaze swivelling from Raoul. It was if he was in his own thoughts, but more-

I glanced up at his gaze just one more time, as Raoul held me closer to him as he ushered us out of the elevator. I'll never forget those eyes, they were almost dangerous, just one of the few emotions he showed.

But more dangerous. I finished my thought, my insides cringing.

My breath hitched as he turned around, his gaze trained on mine. It was a cold and distant gaze that sent shivers throughout me. Those golden eyes almost looking right into my soul. As we continued to walk farther away from the elevator, I turned my head forwards, my emotions finally catching up to me. Raoul's brisk steps moved faster then my shocked body, and he tugged me more in a possessive manner. Light blinded my eyes as we reached the glass doors and he pulled out his cell phone with quick, swift movements.

Still keeping an arm around me, he started talking in a lower voice, but I wasn't fully paying attention. My brown curls were swirling before my eyes as the wind picked them up effortlessly, my gaze locked on the bustling street. Blinking back my emotions that seemed to be rising within me, I bit my lip, closing my eyes in the process.

How is it possible he has that much control over me? How can he just…

My mind didn't and couldn't come up with the answer. The feeling when I was in the elevator was indescribable. It felt like I was dreaming a nightmare, yet capable of recognizing my surrounding. It was like…he had hypnotized me with his eyes and voice. Shivering at the thought, I hugged my sides, my eyes flying open. Our car was here, and Raoul smiled a detached smile as he took my left hand in his own, one arm still wrapped around my trembling frame.

"Let's go home," His tone startled me, as it carried another side of Raoul I had never really saw. It was almost a, possessive tone? I flicked my eyes towards him, and couldn't help but flinch at his blue eyes.

What did he do to you?

Trying to smile warmly, I accepted his hand and allowed the driver to open the door for me. Catching a glimpse of the busy street before I slid in, I couldn't help but notice a sleek black car drive by. Its window's were tinted black, but I could sense the masked man sitting in it. Shivers ran up and down my spine as the car drove past.

What has he done to me?

XXX

I twisted the phone cord as I listened to Meg talk, her encouraging words not seeping in.

"-Chris, I just looked up a whole bunch of stuff on wills. No court would stand for the stuff you're going through-." I snuggled deeper into the couch, the city lights casting shadows everywhere.

"Meg," I interrupted her research talk, my voice soft compared to her confident tone.

"Yeah?" She stopped, and I could hear her shuffling papers away from the phone.

"Well, I.." I closed my eyes, remembering the scene in the elevator. "You know how Raoul and I..met Mr.-Mr. Destler in the law office?" My voice had become quieter and I stared up at the ceiling, the white plaster almost glowing.

Like his mask.

Turning over, I looked at the empty glass on the coffee table.

"Yes, you told me about it.." Meg's voice got softer as well, as though she was walking on broken glass.

"…I was just thinking…Raoul..seemed..different after." I paused, looking out the glass door to the small terrace outside, now dark like the night sky.

"..Different? Christine. You guys just met your arranged husband!"

"I-I know.." Sitting up, I crossed my legs, hugging my sides as the receiver rested in the crutch of my shoulder.

"He just seemed different afterwards. It was if..seeing him made him act..not.. Raoul-ish." I sighed, feeling exhausted from the day's event's.

"..Well, Christine, he loves you..and this man is trying to take you away from him..so, I think it's pretty obvious why he would be slightly aggressive." Meg patiently explained, as though it was the simplest explanation.

"I-I know Meg." I stuttered. I couldn't convey my feelings well, and I knew that it was hopeless. Right after the encounter, Meg had come over after Raoul had dropped me off, telling me he would call me later that afternoon. As soon as Meg had arrived at the door, I had spilled all the event's that went over the traumatic day. After the mild cursing, and pep talk, I had calmed down. Now sitting here, a few hours after she had left, I felt myself losing my thoughts on him. It was the first time I had ever seen him up close, and the sensation was still pumping through me.

The truth was, I couldn't forget his eyes..how they had seemed so concentrated with raw emotion, so highly dangerous. It frightened me to wonder what his thought's were, and how quickly he was able to snap out of showing emotion all together.

As I looked up from the couch, the phone resting in its place, I couldn't help but look back up at the white ceiling. Shivering, and cursing myself for focusing so much on him, I lowered my gaze.

How can one man disrupt my thoughts so quickly? Why can't I fall asleep at night without being haunted by that face? Why can't I close my eye's without catching a glimpse of white before doing so?

Closing my eyes, I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. I suddenly grasped what the feeling of being haunted really was.

"Daddy…why? Why did you agree? Why him?" I moaned as I buried my face in my hands.

The situation I was in was building up on me, and I felt utterly trapped in my own body.

I had nothing. My childhood home was gone, my father deceased, my life ruined in a large heap, hung together by one man who declared that I was his.

I looked over to the violin case that had arrived in the morning. It's case sleek and shimmering in the moonlight.

Music.

Memories rushed back, when father would pick up his violin and we would sing together. Melodies, notes, octaves, all familiar to my senses. Wiping away a tear, I picked myself up, and padded across the floor. Bending down I picked up the case, feeling the smooth wood beneath my slender finger tips.

Music had been just Dad and I. It was a huge part of my life then, it brought me to vocal training, to getting a vocal degree. Music had been my life. My father and his music had been my life. Another tear ran down as I felt the carving of his name on the case, Gustave Daae.

I miss you Daddy.

XXX

"Erik, so good of you to stop by-" Nadir began sarcastically, holding out some papers for his employer to sign. "Erik?" The masked man didn't even make eye contact and briskly walked passed the Persian, towards his own office. Sighing, Nadir walked behind him, shaking his head. "Allah above! Erik, you look as though you are about to murder someone!" Nadir recognized his employer's dangerous glint in his yellow eyes and dared to provoke what Erik had done this time.

"Nadir, I would prefer if you would leave me alone." The masked man's voice came out harsh as he stopped before the large wooden door. His fist's were clenching and unclenching, and Nadir could only presume the worst.

"What happened?" He persisted, his eye's widening at the possibilities. A low, dark chuckle came from the backside of the man in front him, as he winced as he watched Erik pound his clenched fist on the door with sudden force.

"What happened?" The black clothed man smirked at the irony. "My, I just met my future wife in the arms of another." His voice was sarcastically dark, and Nadir could pick out a low laugh that escaped from in front of him. Running a hand through his aging hair, he looked back at the black figure, fist still on the door.

"Am I to presume you met Ms Daae?" He sighed, imaging the shock the poor girl must have had. "Erik, how long are you going to go through this? You know that the court will not agree with these documents. Erik, you have to let this..this.." He tried to search for a reasonable word. "-so called love you have with this young lady!"

Before he could blink, a mask was soon in his face, gleaming golden-like eyes staring down at him with such intensity he had never seen before, causing him to cringe. Startled, he took a step back, only to have the masked man take a menacing step forward. His fist's were clenched tight in his leather gloves, as he stared down at his only so-called friend.

"Love?" He chuckled low, an almost inhuman laugh escaping his lips. "Nadir, this is more then simple love." Nadir, gob smacked, took another step backwards, completely taken off guard. "Love is for young teenage girls, love is Hollywood movies, love, my dear friend, is a loose term." He took another step forward, causing the other to stumble more backwards. "Nadir, I'm completely and solely obsessed with Ms Daae. Ever since I saw her along with her father, I have wanted to possess her. Her soul, mind, body," He paused, letting his words sink in, then breathed out the last word. "-her music." He smirked, a dark laugh erupting from his throat, a strange emotion glistening in his eyes. "She has bewitched me, you see? She belongs to me."

Nadir was now against the wall of the highest ranked office, the whole foyer empty, not a person in sight. It was only him and the masked genius. He made the mistake of looking back up at the golden eyes. Suppressing a shudder as he continued eye contact the masked man continued.

"No court, no person, will ever come between that. You understand Nadir? She belongs to me. She belongs to Erik."

XXX

A/N: Oh, Erik is defiantly a little bit obsessed, don't you think? Well, I quite enjoyed writing this chapter, and I hoped you liked it! As always, I would like to thank you reviewers, as for you readers as well. Now, to finish off the story, how about we continue the tradition and press that little blue button.


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