Erik's POV
I kick myself mentally for getting side tracked, though it was to have a delightful conversation with the dear Anastasia. I double check the time on the watch and smile down at the crystal.
"My dear I have to go retrieve our future Prima Donna, I ask you that you remain quiet so she doesn't discover your existence and let it slip to ones that are more greedy in the opera." I pleaded with Anastasia, looking at the pocket watch as if it was an actual young woman. The pocket watch seemed to glow a deep gold for a moment.
" Of course Signore, thank you for being so caring about my wellbeing. It is something that I greatly appreciate. " Anastasia's singsong voice lulls, full of appreciation and happiness. I stare down at the face of the watch for a moment more before closing the cover and carefully placing the watch in my waistcoat pocket. I smile to myself and start humming the sounds of the song I prepared for Christine, grab my cloak, and set off in the boat to her dressing room. Once I reach the one way mirror I overhear a maddening conversation between my beloved Christine and the fool of a new patron. They knew each other from before? How? This completely messes up my plan, however I have to keep going with it. I cannot. No. Must not give up on my dreams with Christine. I will do whatever it takes to make her my wife. I quickly rush into the corridor and lock Christie's door on the foolish patron leaves to summon his carriage. I then proceed back to the mirror and being singing, scolding her for letting him in and letting him take all the credit for my hard work tutoring her voice. I finally coax her into the passageway, making sure to slip her a narcotic that will make everything seem grand and heavenly when really she is walking in the tombs under the opera house. Once we reach my lair I begin to woo her and foolishly showed her the wax statue of her in the wedding dress I have prepared for her to wear. All of a sudden Christine faints, I carefully picked her up and carried her into the spare room before laying her on a bed fashioned to look like a black swan.
Once i am 100% sure she is asleep I pull out my precious pocket watch and walk into my room, setting the watch down on one of my plush silk pillows.
"Anastasia? Are you there?" I question, secretly hoping she is still awake and willing to have some company for a while. I study the face to see if there is any sign of Anastasia's mysterious and wonderful voice.
" Yes Erik, I am here." Anastasia's sweet tinkling voice comes flowing out of the crystal as clear and crisp as a mountain lake on a cool springs day.
Anastasia's POV
I faintly overhear a conversation between a young woman and a young man, from what it sounds like these two are in love. I hear Erik begin to sing with his heavenly deep voice and chew out the young girl for letting the young man try to woo her and let him bask in her achievement. I try and block out the sound of Erik and the young girl singing a duet. I can tell Erik is trying his best to woo her.I start silently sobbing in my bed, wishing I was in that arrogant and unappreciative young goose's place, wanting for Erik to woo me. I begin drawing and letting myself float into a land of happy daydreams and memories, waiting for Erik to come and speak to me about the opera. I hope to dear Dio that the young goose he is trying to woo isn't the young woman he was speaking about in relation to being the Prima Donna for his opera. This young goose would buckle under the pressure and grow to hate Erik for it, especially if he tried to force her to sing for him. I just knew in my gut that would happen to him, and he would be crushed. I can tell he has such hope for that young woman to save him.
"Anastasia? Are you there?" I hear Erik's rich voice call down to me, full of hope and desperation for someone to talk to.
" Yes Erik, I am here." I reply, hurrying up the stairs so he can hear me better. I look up at his face and just wonder what he would like to talk about.
"Did you hear the lovely Christine? I'm sure you did, how could anyone not with the way she was singing tonight." Erik boasts, his face going completely into a euphoric
"Yes Erik, I did hear her." I groan internally, annoyed that she is the one occupying his thoughts when I would rather want to be the one filling his thoughts for every moment of every day.
"Is she not perfect for my new opera?" Erik gushes, completely enthralled by this little Christine. I feel sick to my stomach, my heart sinks to an all new low. Why can't Erik talk about me like he talks about his precious Christine? I shake those thoughts out of my head and reply to Erik.
"If you think she is then she is perfect for your opera." I fake smile to make it sound like I had no doubts, Erik is too dear to me for me to upset him and risk losing.
"Excellent! I want my opera to be about a young servant who succumbs to her master's desire for her by trickery. " Erik smiles deviously, obviously having a second schedule to ensnare this Christine girl. I have a bad feeling about her, that she will just use Erik then leave him heartbroken, the wench is going to be so infatuated with the next man that she will not give a second thought about Erik.
"I do believe that we can make that happen." I inform him, racking my brain for different possible music styles while trying to hold back a yawn and the warm darkness of sleep calling me loudly. Before I can stop myself I yawn loudly and stretch my arms above my head.
"My dear Anastasia you sound exhausted, let us retire and talk further in the morning."
