Author's Note: I just had to do it. I HAD to make and E/C fluff chapter. XD Hope you guys enjoy. Thanks for the reviews last time! Lovin' it... keep them coming :) Kay well, I hope you'll review on this chapter as well. Sorry it's short! I'll try to make the next one longer. Thanks for your guys's support. Love ya!
-Jennifer
Chapter 6. Lead me, Save me
The lair had a magical glow throughout it in the candlelight. A mist had settled, clinging just above the lake. Erik watched it, mist swirling a dancing over the black water. It was only a few feet deep, and you couldn't see the bottom of it. Erik took one step into the water, shuddering a bit at the frigidness of it. He turned around, facing the lair. His organ, the candles, the swan-shaped bed with the red satin blankets. He studied it over. It was beautiful – or at least, it should have been beautiful. To him though, it was that place that kept him isolated from the world. Trapped in darkness.
"Erik." A voice said breathlessly behind him.
Erik felt his breath catch in his throat at the familiar voice. He slowly turned on his heels, toward the gate. And there he saw her – his Christine – standing on the other side of the gate. Her hair had water droplets dripping off of it, little diamonds falling from her hair. Her eyes were dark and cold, leaving only the emotion of desperation. Her dark green dress was drenched in water, and clung to her skin tightly. "Christine… wh-what are you doing here?"
He saw her fist tighten around a part of the gate, "I… needed to see you again…" A tear fell down her cheek, "Please, God knows I do not deserve your kindness, but open the gate. Please…"
Erik wanted to tell her no. He wanted to hate her for all she had put him through, for all the grief she caused him. But now, looking at her. Seeing her so pitiful and hopeless… Had this what he looked like in her eyes? So empty, so useless that she couldn't turn him away? He pulled the handle the send the gate squeaking up to its ascent.
She rushed to him, and was inches from him in one instant, one sob escaping her throat. She bit her lip, trying to restrain herself from throwing her arms around him, sobbing into his chest and begging for him – her Angel.
Her face was so close to his, he could almost lean forward and meet her lips. But he just stared at her, standing before him. A mix of emotions ran through him; anger, fear, bliss, desire, hunger. But he just stared at her.
"I'm sorry," She whispered, her voice hardly audible.
Without warning, tears sprung to Erik's eyes. Just seeing her, coming back to him… In all his hopes and prayers, he had never expected her to return. To really return.
And here she was. Inches away from him, apologizing to him. He couldn't help but let a cry escape his lips, and he let his head swing down, so their foreheads were pressed together.
Christine was crying, too, now. One of his tears fell onto her face, and merged with one of her own tears. "I'm so sorry," She whispered again.
"Do you realize… how much I should hate you? How much… I want to hate you?" Erik choked between sobs.
"Yes." Christine said softly, closing her eyes, pressing her body closer to him. "Yes, yes, I know. I know."
Erik's hands rose up, and gently touched her chin. "Look at me," He said, tilting her chin higher so she could see him. She opened her eyes. His hand went to the back of her neck, and his thumb ran along her cheek, wiping away tears. "So beautiful…" He whispered, his thumb tracing along her cheek and gently over her eyelid. When Christine opened her eye again, she saw Erik watching her. Sadness was no longer left in his eyes, but was replaced with wonder, "What have you done to me?" He whispered to her.
Christine looked up at him. She stood a bit higher on her feet, until she was almost his height. And ever so slowly, she brought her lips to him in a soft, tender kiss.
