The Devil's pact
Disclaimer: I don't own phantom of the opera. But if I did, it would be great. Rated for language and sexual themes/content.
That next morning they both slept in, which was a normal thing for the both of them. Erik because he couldn't stand the world that lay outside of his little dream world, and Lily- because she was exceptionally comfortable. Neither of them wanted to wake up, and for a wither neither of them would.
Erik though, was the first to wake up. It was probably 10:30 that next morning when he woke, and he woke to an unusual feeling of warmth. At first he didn't question it, he just basked in it. He decided that until he was awake enough to decide what it was, he wasn't going to turn it away. It beat the usual thing he woke up to: Coldness and loneliness.
When he did notice what it was, he jumped up out of the bed and nearly fell. He had his arms around Lily, her head nestled comfortably on his shoulder; and her tiny little hands lightly pressed against his chest. He starred at her sleeping form a moment before making sure he still had his mask on. He did, and that was far more comfort than anything.
He never noticed before what small hands she had. Sure, Christine had small hands too; and he assumed most women did. But Lily's- her hands were small and soft. Her fingers were thin with her small fingernails just barely grown passed the actual finger.
Erik shook his head and went into the main room. No, Lily was just like any other woman. That also meant that she was just like Christine- and that thought alone was mildly depressing.
Right then he knew that he couldn't keep her. It wasn't that he didn't have the power to keep her, because he did. He had more than enough power to keep her locked away in his lair for the rest of her life, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. Not only was it like caging a pretty little cardinal, but it was almost exactly what he tried to do with Christine. He tried to keep her from the world where she rightly belonged. That didn't work out real well, and he knew that if he did it to Lily, it would end in the same calamity.
But he didn't want her to tell. If she told someone that he wasn't dead, they would have him arrested and hung so quick he wouldn't even be able to think. He deserved to die, but he didn't want to be caught.
Heaving a sigh, he knew he had to come up with something. He'd only held her captive for a day and a half- at most- but he already wanted her to leave. But the thing was- he didn't want to go back to being alone, nor did he want her to blab about him in the cellars. She knew he was a man of flesh and blood, and if she told the police...he'd surely be a dead man.
There had to be some way for him to get rid of her without being subject to blackmail. There had to be a way, but he couldn't think of it. The only thing he was able to think of was the twinge of warmth he had when he woke to her touch. It was unnatural, something he'd never felt before. It was enough to make him go into the bedroom and retake his place before she woke. But he didn't, he had self-control.
Lily slept a long time. The silk was comforting, and for a long time there was warmth around her. It was gone though, but that wasn't enough to wake her. She dreamt of good things, of dropping water balloons on Celia and watching her melt like the witch she was, and of being incarcerated in a palace made of cupcakes.
It was a while before Lily sat up in Erik's bed, rubbed her eyes tiredly, yawned, and went to see where he was. He was in the main room, obviously slaving over breaking through the trouble he was having trying to write music. She didn't want to bother him so early in the morning- even though it was noon.
"Lily, stay here." He ordered, so, she did. She was too tired to argue with him, but then again it wouldn't take her all that long to wake up. She stood beside his organ, and watched him tap a few keys before going on with his statement. "I'd like to make a deal with you."
"Oh?"
"I'll let you go-" He started; she assumed that was the end and started cheering. But that wasn't the end. It wasn't even the beginning of the end. "-If you agree to come back every night so I'll know you didn't tell anyone. If you don't come back- or if I find out you told someone about me, a disaster beyond you're imagination will occur. I really don't think you want that kind of guilt on you're head." She gulped and nodded. It seemed like a minor deal at the time, so she agreed to it. Erik nodded back at her and said that if she waited a moment, he'd get her back to the opera house before her ballet practice came back from their lunch break.
She stepped into the gondola and he stepped in behind her with the long pole he was going to use to get them across the lake. All the while she was trying to come up with a reason for being gone so long. Meg probably knew why she didn't come right back, and hopefully Meg hadn't said anything to her mother about it. If she did- she didn't even want to think about it.
Erik escorted her from the gondola to the mirror. When they got to the mirror, he reminded her about the deal they'd made.
"And if you even try to tell someone about me, I'll know. I know everything that goes on in this opera house, and if you leave the opera house to tell someone- I'll still know." She nodded, and told him that she understood.
He watched her walk through the mirror and walk out through the door. He went to follow her; he actually didn't entirely trust her right away. He followed her to practice, where she met up with Claire.
"Lily!" Claire shouted when she saw her friend emerging from the dressing room. Claire ran to Lily and gave her a hug before asking where she was.
"Out," Lily lied. "I want to tell you where, but I can't."
"W-Well why not? I'm you're best friend Lily, I can keep a secret. I won't tell anyone." Lily really did want to tell Claire that she had been held captive for a day and a half by the phantom of the opera- who wasn't dead- but she couldn't. She made a deal with the phantom that she wouldn't tell anyone.
"I can't Claire, I'm sorry." Claire nodded sadly, but she knew that Lily had her right to have secrets. So Claire just took her to the ballet room where the ballerinas were gathering for practice.
Honestly, he was surprised. He anticipated that she would blab everything to Claire right away, but she didn't. But of course, after he thought about it a little more, he wasn't all that surprised. He'd threatened her pretty harshly, and he had a feeling she'd keep it a secret. But what he thought about most was having her come for company that night.
Mostly, he wanted to think about what he would have for her to do when she came. He wanted to come up with something to keep her from getting bored that time around. But after he let his mind sit on the subject a while, the more he realized what he was thinking and immediately he stopped. It wasn't about keeping her happy, it was about keeping himself from being found out.
Second half of Hot4Gerry's review for chapter 5. Dudez, you'll NEVER guess what I have in store for this. It's AWSOME :DDDD
