Chapter 10
To Singerdreamer42: I love all their songs, especially "Dulamann", "Beyond the Sea" and of course, "The Voice". Thank you for reviewing. I also like the song you told me about "To you I belong", just got it on my iPod.
Just a heads up, these next few chapters are kinda boring, I'm trying to bring Erik and Faye closer together. So please hang in there and review. I promise, or at least I hope, you won't be disappointed.
Faye POV
"Faye. Faye you have to wake up!" Erik said. He was standing over me near the bed.
"Hmmm?" I asked groggily. I was so tired. All I wanted to do today was sleep. I felt so tired.
"We have to get going." He said impatiently.
"Can't we stay here for today Erik?" My head hurt. No. I'm tired I want to sleep.
"I know you're tired but we need to get out of here. We can't stay because I don't want to have people suspicious of me. News travels fast. I just don't want to take a chance."
I fell asleep again.
Erik POV
"Okay I'll pack your things and when I come up you better be ready." I said.
Really Faye? Really? I thought. I'm tired too. Fine. I packed up her stuff and carried that out to the carriage. I come back and notice she hasn't moved from that last time I saw her. I sighed thinking the only way I would be getting her out of bed was carrying her. I take off my cloak and wrap it around her. She was engulfed by the cloak. Her white nightgown did as well. I picked her up she was pretty light and carried downstairs to the carriage. And then we were off. I held her in my arms because she would've been freezing if she wasn't. She must've been in my arms for hours. Her rhythmic and relaxed breathes were comforting to me. She was soft too. Her hair smelled of lavender. Her face was relaxed and content. I fell asleep with her in my arms.
A few quiet hours later….
BANG! A shot rang out and we both jumped. Faye fell out of my arms and I fell on top of her. It's an awkward moment when you wake up and the first thing you see is me on top of her. Wearing nothing but my cloak and her nightgown. We stopped. Faye looked confused, probably wondering why she was in the carriage. But now wasn't the time to explain. I needed to know why we stopped. I told the driver to not stop unless it was an emergency.
I guess this was an emergency.
"Stay inside Faye." I said.
"I can help." She started to get up.
"NO! I need you to stay in here." Trying to not lose my temper with her, I try to sound demanding and giving a strict order as I leave.
I exit the carriage and see the driver has his hands up and four men with pointing their guns.
"Where's the girl?" They asked the driver.
"What girl?" I ask. All heads turn my direction.
"It's the opera ghost!" A gasp of the group comes.
"Get'em! Let me get the girl." His evil laugh made me so fuming inside.
I spring into action I knock out the first one running at me.
Another shot rings out. I hear Faye cry out in fear. A smug grin creeps on the leader's face.
"NO! We need him alive!" Shouted the leader. He was heading to the carriage.
The driver took out a gun and shot one of the drunken men. Another scream comes from inside the carriage. Faye opens the door and is flung out by the leader. She shrieked as he approached her. I took the gun from the driver and pointed the gun at the leader who was closing in on Faye.
"Well, it looks like yer gonna be all mine, sweet thing." As he reached for her.
One more shot goes off. Down goes the leader of the drunken men. As he falls to the side. The last member of the group sees his friends all shot and dead and all the blood he just faints.
Faye still is trembling on the ground. I drop the gun and headed towards her. She pulled me into her arms and cried.
"That was so scary!" She whimpered into my shoulder.
"It's over now. We'll be on our way in a little bit. Don't worry." I pick her up and take her back into the carriage. Leave her whimpering my name as I stoke her hair. Soon she calms and relaxes.
I close the door and find the driver looking at the men dead in the road.
"I don't think I can do this anymore Erik-" he struggled to say.
"What, what do you mean?" I knew what he meant, but I wondered why.
"That was a close one, what happens if we get caught next time and there's no escape? Then my mother would be found out! She would die and Meg, she would never get the Prima Ballerina she's worked for all of these years."
"It won't happen. I promise." I wasn't so sure though.
"Once we are just out of Marseille, Erik, which won't be long, I will leave. I need the money, I kept your secret and you know I won't tell anyone. I think my mother and sister need me. I must help them have a living; they make little money at the opera."
"Does Faye know where she is?" he inquired.
"No. She thinks we are on our way to Quimper. But I understand. I know you've been a good friend Antione, tell your mother thank you."
"I will." he answered. He paused and then said,
"Why haven't you told her the real destination?"
"Because it will be fun, surprising her in a nice city, she needs to enjoy culture outside of Paris, even though she probably didn't even experience it at all in Paris…"
"I see." But, I'm pretty sure he didn't "see".
"You are a good man Antione, you take care of your family. You are a great brother to your sister and son to your mother. She is so proud of you. I know she may not always show it, but she loves you. She worries about you and cares about you."
"I know." He stood up tall.
"Now why don't we get going?" I asked him. "Don't want to be discovered at the scene of the crime, eh?" I ask him jokily.
"Yessir, right away sir." He smiles. He leaps up to the carriage and waits for me to get in. As I close the door he starts off. I find Faye is still cowering in fear.
She sees me and moves the corner. I beckon her to come near me with my arms open. She fell into them and cried. I let her cry; sometimes a good cry was the best thing to do. I, of all people, should know that.
Kinda cheesy I know. Please don't be angry with me! I'm working on the next chapters as we speak. Please review, it really helps me get going on chapters to come! Thanks.