Little Lotte- Maybe Erik was a fisherman. You never know, he probably got really bored, why not fish? Gerald fished, He could have taught his son... Although I know your right, you have to consider all the options, it's possible, highly unlikely, but possible...
Chapter 10
Erik's P.O.V
I stood dumbstruck in the sitting room, facing the door to the outside world. To my horror, and pleasure, the intruder found themselves into my home, standing in front of the door, my Christine. She looked so different then when she last found herself in my realm. Her once light blonde hair seemed to fade, a few strands of brilliant gray found residence around her face. Her face seemed thinner, her light blue eyes looked as if they had sunken into her face. She looked nothing like the angel I fell in love with a simple year ago. Shock hung in her eyes as I appeared, as if she hadn't expected to see me, in my own home.
"Erik." She released a sigh of relief. She took a step towards me.
"I thought you were dead." She whispered. She fiddled with her something in her hands nervously, approaching me.
"I'm sorry to say God has not granted me that leisure yet." She dropped her eyes, bitting her lip.
"Nadir said..." She mumbled, refusing to look up at me.
"I told him to stop coming, right after it happened. I told him I wanted to die alone, unfortunately that has been delayed." I chuckled to myself, recalling how miserable I had been only a year ago, but now, with Carmen only a few yards away, no doubt pacing in her room with worry, I haven't once considered the wishes I held when she left.
"You asked me to come..."
I must say, I was shocked that she remembered the simple wish I had asked for. I wished for her to bury me, in the greatest secretly, so that no soul would stumble upon me, not even in death did I wish someone to gaze upon me, the true me.
"I thank you for keeping your promise... The ring?" I asked, looking over her clasped hands to see if she still had it. She unfurled her fingers, the simple gold band laying in the palm of her hand.
"I wore it all this time Erik, because you wished it. Raoul wished me to take it off, to wear his ring, but I promised. I am still your wife Erik." She hung her head, like some disobedient child.
"You were my wife for one night, I thank you for giving me that, but go home to your chap. You have done so much for me." I reached my hand out, allowing her to drop the ring into my skeleton hand.
"I hadn't expected you to return, but I thank you." I closed my fingers around the ring, pressing the warm metal against my flesh.
"Um... Erik..." Christine started, looking around nervously unsure what to do.
"Christine..." I began, unsure how to say what I wanted to.
"You have done far more than I could have ever expected from you. It seems my life won't be coming to the end I had expected. I wish not to bother you anymore than I already have, go home to your Raoul, and forget the task I asked, Your no longer chained to my memory. I regret the pain I put you through, please, just leave and forget." Astonishment filled my body as the words flowed from my mouth, the same look of shock hung on her face.
"Erik..." She couldn't find the words she wanted.
"But, when you do... what will happen?" Concern for my welfare actually crossed her mind.
"Nothing you need to worry about my dear, I have everything under control." I assured her, stepping forward to show her out. Just as we made it to the door, she turned suddenly, her eyes falling upon the shoes Carmen had left by the door. She picked on of them up, clearing realizing they didn't belong to me.
"Erik!" She gasped in horror.
"You did it again, didn't you! Why?" She whimpered, looking around, taking notice over every little think that belonged to Carmen, a hair brush laying on the table in front of the couch, the rose shaped hair pin laying beside it.
"Christine, please..." I tried to calm her down, but no avail.
"Who is she, Erik? Who?" She was screaming now, thank the heavens Carmen can't hear her.
"Christine, please calm down. It's nothing of your concern." Just as I spoke she stormed past me, heading for the Louis-Phillipe room, Carmen's room. I caught her by the arm, stopping her only feet away from the room.
"She is here on her own accord." I practically bellowed,
"Then why hasn't she come to see who has stumbled into your home? Surely she has heard you, or have to tied her up too!" She screamed back at me, trying her best to brake way from my grip, but I was far stronger than her.
"She trusts me Christine! Why else would she be here on her own? Do you really think I would do such a think again? After how it all turned out?" She stopped fighting, instead she stood as Erect as possible, a glare that felt as if it could kill laid upon me.
"She trusts you? After hearing you screaming with another women she trusts you? Oh god Erik, what have you done to her?" Fear flashed in her eyes, her mind no doubt filled with every terrible thing imaginable.
"Christine, just leave. This is none of your business." The gravity of the situation hung in my voice, as I released her. She stood before me for a moment, staring at me queerly, before bursting into Carmen's room.
Carmen's P.O.V
I waited on my bed anxiously for Erik to return. What did he mean no one ever came with amiable intentions? I know he the famous Opera Ghost, but what would cause them to hate him? I know of the incident with Miss Daae, but still, Erik never did anything wrong, why would people want to hurt him?
Every agonizing minute felt like a century, as I stared at the door of my room, waiting for him to open the door ever so lightly, just enough to stick his hand in and knock on the door where I could see him. It makes me laugh when he does that, since I can't hear him knock, he makes sure I can see it before he enters. He is such a gentle man, my Erik. Always making sure I wish to see him before, I think thats what I love most about him, he is considerate. Yes, Erik can be upsetting at time, especially when we argue, once in a while, he'll say something offensive, but I wouldn't want him any other way.
Suddenly, I saw in the small crevasse between the hard wood floor and the door, the shadows of two people standing outside. Neither one entered, just stood there. Fear rose in my heart, I hadn't the faintest clue if one of them as Erik, or if there had been two intruders, if so, what had happened to him?
I was afraid to get up off the bed, fearing they might hear me moving. Like the hundreds of statues that litter the upper levels of the opera house, I stood completely still, not even allowing my chest to rise and fall to rapidly, although my heart beat furiously.
After a minute or two, my door opened, an unfamiliar women entering. Erik followed closely behind, a look of both anger and shook in his eyes.
The women looked mad. Her curly blonde hair seemed to fly everywhere, Her brilliant blue eyes wide and frightening, her eyebrows creasing her forehead, and mouth gaped open in fury. I practically leaped off my bed, burring myself into Erik's chest, thankful no harm came to him, not caring who this women was, only that nothing happened to him. Erik wrapped one arm around me hesitantly, stroking the back of my hair.
"I was so afraid something happened to you." I told him, looking up into his eyes. He smiled down at me, before glancing over to the women. I turned to look at her, shock replacing the angered look in her eyes.
"Who is she?" I asked, looking back at Erik.
"This is Miss Daae, Carmen." He glanced back at her, then down at me. Fear flooded my body, Erik never told me about her, but I spent enough time watching the ballet girls before I came here to know the story.
"What is she doing here?" I could see in Erik's eyes he understood my distaste, although I don't know if he knew why I truly didn't approve of her presence.
"She was just leaving." Erik glared over at Christine, as I pulled myself away from him, to face the women completely. She looked between Erik and I, her face turning a brilliant red.
"Erik... I" She started, but couldn't finish. Like a beaten dog, she hung her head, slowly making her way to the door. She stopped at the doorway, standing there for a moment, as she stood there, Erik's eye's widened, I can't tell with horror or surprise. She glanced back at him, before disappearing beyond my door.