A/N: Can anyone say Erik's POV (Finally!)? I'm open and willing to put in suggestions from replies. So reply it up!
Chapter 9: Lifesaver
I awoke the next morning, thinking it all to be a dream, not wanting to open my eyes for fear that my mind was once again playing cruel tricks with my heart.
Unwillingly, I slowly opened my eyes, to find a pair of dazzling green ones staring back at me. Clearly, this must be a dream, who would want to look at a monster such as I?
"Good morning, darling," said the pair of green eyes, dreamily. "I thought you were never going to wake up."
I smiled, thinking I was still only dreaming, for this was too good to happen to a beast such as I.
She leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine.
Brushed her lips against mine. I could feel it.
So it wasn't a dream…
Our lips locked passionately, and I swear on my life, nothing in the world is softer than her lips.
"Good morning, mon tigress, il mio tigresso, meu tigressu."
"Mmm, 3 languages, you really are smarter than most give you credit for."
She giggled, oh that giggle she has. It melts my heart. It is hard to believe that at one time I believed I had no heart at all.
I stroked her hair, and within a few minutes, she fell back asleep.
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I silently get out of bed, putting on my black silk robe. I slip my mask back on, not wanting to make her look at my face for longer than she can stomach.
I sit at the organ and think about the night's festivities.
I think of the passion, the love, the ultimate sacrifice:
My heart.
I gave my heart to her, and she gave hers to me.
With this in mind, I head to a rather rickety looking oak desk.
I pull a key out from a secret panel beneath the chair and unlock the drawer on the top left.
I take out "Don Juan Triumphant".
Luckily, I viewed this my masterpiece, and made more than one copy.
The original burned in the fire of the Opera Populaire with Christine.
In that fire, my heart burned, my soul burned. My very existence seemed to have burned into a heap of dusty ashes after Christine left me. If Victoria hadn't began to sing that one fateful day.
That day was fateful because she did something most never do in their lifetimes, and she doesn't know a thing about it.
That one cold, rainy day that she was singing softly to herself in her room, unbeknownst that anyone was listening.
That day, my tigress saved my life.
A/N: wow! My first cliffhanger! Hmm, if you liked Erik's point of view, let me know! If you didn't, well we may never know how little Miss Victoria saved our dear Erik's life.