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Chapter 7:

"Erik," I gasped for breath. "What are you doing up here like that?" I stared up at him.

He hovered over me, holding his weight up with his palms before he flipped into a sitting position. "I came to see my wife, since she didn't come to see me." He took my hand and pulled me up to sit with him.

"You were hanging off a tree like a monkey!" I accused before kissing him. "Dad decided to put me on house arrest."

"Tree limbs and wood opera beams… Makes no different to me. It's all in balance, my dear." Erik inflected in a bored tone.

I rolled my eyes, "You couldn't pay me enough money to do that." I clasped my hands together, nervously. Erik was getting one of those looks on his face. For someone who had a mask on half of his face, I could read him like a book at times. He was plotting something.

He arched a visible eyebrow. "Oh, is that so, mon ange?" He got up from the bed and picked a bag up that was hanging on a bed post. "Your parents wouldn't mind if I abducted you would they?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

"Oh no, no! You don't think I'd-," my eyes were getting huge. "No way." I shook my head wildly. "I can't go down that tree, Erik! You know how I am with heights."

If it wasn't for that darn heights thing, I would most certainly go with him!

"Can't is not in my dictionary. Neither should it be in yours, Mrs. Destler." Erik handed me the bag.

I stiffened until my back was as straight as a rail. "Whatever you say, Mr. Destler. Nevertheless, if I faint, it's your fault!" I tried to look composed instead of absolutely terrified.

Erik's lips twitched, "Pack light. We don't want it to look suspicious." He kissed my forehead. "You're scared of heights, the dark, and deep water and yet you never were scared of me really, the Phantom of the Opera. You never faze to amaze me."

"I was never scared of you, just your temper…" I stood up in objection and started to throw some clothes in the bag.

"Oh?" Erik didn't sound convinced at all. His look was sinister as he walked up behind me. He was up to something again!

A gasp escaped my lips as his hands were suddenly placed around my neck.

"You tell me that this doesn't frighten you in the least?" Erik breathed against my ear.

My eyes closed and I shivered. "No." it came out a squeak.

Erik traced my neck with his nimble fingers. His touch was light as a feather and yet it made me shiver all the more.

It wasn't fright at all that made me react so. If only Erik knew what he was actually doing to me.

I knew Erik was trying to see he could scare me but he was wasting time trying. He couldn't even scare me properly; he couldn't seem to resist kissing my neck which his hands still caressed. I could feel him smiling in triumph.

He pulled away from me then and took my hand, leading me to the window. I slung the bag onto my back

I immediately pulled back in a panic. "Erik, I can't do this!" I gasped.

Erik frowned in rejection. "I won't let you fall, I promise, Emma."

Biting back a whimper of fear I stepped onto the window sill as Erik leapt onto the tree branch.

I was so glad the tree was a giant and sturdy oak tree.

Erik held out his hand for me to take. "Don't look down you'll be alright."

I grabbed his hand quickly and leapt over to him with a silent cry.

Erik was almost invisible except for his gleaming white mask. He led me across the branch before he stopped at the trunk his back to me. "Hold onto me and don't let go," he warned.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. With my stomach so far out it was hard but I managed thankfully.

The next experience was one I will never forget as long as I live. The way he swung down the trees was like Tarzan/monkey style. I was starting to sympathize with Jane if this was the way she felt being swung around with Tarzan holding her.

"Oh," I groaned, feeling sick to my stomach. I hid my face into his back.

Suddenly everything was still and Erik pried my hands from his neck and I slid down on blessed ground on my own two feet.

Though my legs turned to putty and Erik quickly turned to grab me before I fell on my bottom.

My vision was turning fuzzy and black as Erik lifted me up into his arms.

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