The Opera house was full of people and the scent of perfume and cologne. Sherlock watched from his perch as the rich Gallifreyans poured like a black and pink sludge through the doors. In his hands was a bottle of sore throat reliever that was tainted with chloroform for Carlotta. It was just in case, but the managers wouldn't go against the Lord President. Suddenly down below him, Sherlock watched as the crowd parted to allow the entrance of Rassilon. Sherlock snarled quietly; he hated the man with passion and somewhere in the back of Sherlock's mind, he knew that he wanted to kill the Lord President. He watched as the men and women around him bowed with an almost hilarious fashion. At this angle Sherlock could see right up the skirts and dresses of many of the old ladies into the places he himself had not yet delved, but wished he could.
" That shall only happen when I am with Christine." He made that vow the day he saw her and never forgot it. Suddenly Rassilon looked up to the ceiling and right into Sherlock's eyes. He instinctively crouched lower, willing himself to blend into the beam. He could see the small smile that played out his lips before he turned and began his way up the grand staircase with his entourage of the rich, into see the opera.
" I don't want to do this." Madame Giry merely smiled sadly and patted my hand. " I know you don't my dear, but if it what the Lord President wills, that you shall sing." I sighed. After being told that, my appointment with destiny had spread like a wild fire through the Opera House, only to coalesce with Carlotta and the rumor that I was sleeping with the Lord President.
" You know that can't be true." Meg kept telling me after being taunted about it by more than one person.
" I know Meg, but his face," I examined his face once more in my mind. " It just seems so familiar to me as if…" I laughed.
" What so funny?" I smiled at Meg. " As if he was my father. But doesn't that sound absurd?" Meg shrugged. " You know no one actually knows what happened to Alatáriël. Hell, you may be her for all we know and that is the reason you're singing tonight."
" Maybe I am. " I shrugged. " Maybe not. But I don't care who I am as long as I have you Meg."
A sudden knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts as Madame Giry opened it. There in the doorway stood Raoul; he was dressed the latest fashion for men called a tuxedo. Personally I thought it made him look like the Earth creature called a penguin.
" Sir, you cannot be here." Madame Giry gently told him as she was trying to pry him from the way of the door shutting and I laughed. " Its alright Madame Giry, he is an old school friend." With a tilt of the head, she let Raoul in and exiting the room, left me alone with him.
" Well, someone looks beautiful tonight Christine." He crooned and I blushed. But as I did, something deep inside told me that he wasn't allowed here. He wasn't my mate and that meant he couldn't be in here alone with me. A sharp pain on my lower lip made me cry out slightly and Raoul gave a look of alarm as he came to me. " Are you alright?" His concern for me was faked I could tell but I went along with it. " I'm fine. I just bit my lip that's all."
" I could tell by the blood running down you chin." He reached into his pocket and withdrawing a handkerchief, gave it to me. I quickly wiped the blood off and started to hand it back to him, when something told me inside that I should keep it. Actually a voice told me to keep it and when Raoul saw that I still had it, smiled. " I just want to keep it incase I start bleeding again. Now shoo, I want to finish getting ready." And with a playful shove, pushed him towards the door.
" Alright my little Lottie. But I'll be back later to retrieve that." He nodded to the hankie and I smiled sweetly. And with that he was gone with the click of the door latch. Sitting down at my vanity I began applying makeup, each movement delicate, as a gust of cool wind made my dress swirl around my ankles. I went to glance up, but a sharp word of command bade me not to.
" Erik." I sighed. I honestly hadn't expected my teacher to be here. Surely he had to job of teaching the other angels to sing, right?
" Yes it is me my… " He paused.
" What is it?" Sherlock was still recovering from choking on the last word. " It is nothing my dear. Nothing you need to worry about. He had almost said it, almost blew his cover, but he wanted to at that moment.
" Are you here to wish me luck?" Christine's playful tone made him smile and he did with a gaze of longing over her bare shoulders and neck.
" In a way yes. I actually came to give you something." He watched from his shadowed corner behind her as she smiled. Sherlock came through the mirror and was currently sitting on her bed, which couldn't be illuminated by small lamp she had with her.
" What is it?"
" You must close your eyes Christine for if you gaze upon an angel…" He stopped himself, but she had already closed her eyes and was facing him. " I understand. You will vanish, never to visit me again." The factual statement made Sherlock relax a bit. Standing, he walked over to her, his polished dress shoes making no noise on the wooden floor. Kneeling in front of Christine, Sherlock gazed at this porcelain doll he fell in love with. " Well?" Sherlock chuckled. " So impatient," He tapped her gently on the nose. " Learn patience by the time I see you next." She smiled and Sherlock wanted to tell her to open her eyes, but stopping himself, stood. Leaning forward, he gently placed kiss on her pale cheek next to her ear.
" Good luck my love." He whispered and was gone with a flash of Christine's surprised reaction.
Rassilon sat in Box Five with intense interest at the patrons below him. Asking his daughter to sing for him, seemed to be an almost impossible task, but he went through with the plan. Out of the corner of his eye, Rassilon saw thumbs up from Raoul and relaxing a bit, started to watch the curtain rise.
It was Sleeping Beauty and Christine didn't appear until Act Two, but Rassilon, watched the play anyway. When Christine came on, the house was all quiet, until she started to sing "Once Upon a Dream". Her voice was absolutely stunning and it was pitched perfectly to hit everyone in the crowd with ease. When the song ended though, Rassilon saw her face turn pale and with a flourish of her arm, she fell into a faint on stage. He was on his feet instantly and down the stairs into the bowels of the Opera house.
" Doctor, how is she?" Rassilon barged through the door with a sense of terror, affirming Carlotta's rumor even more. " She is fine my Lord President. But do you hear how she sang?" Rassilon nodded haphazardly, when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. " My Lord, Let me take care of her." And with a sigh Rassilon stood allowing Raoul to take his place.
" Remember." The look was cold. " I do my Lord." And with a nod began acting like a lovesick youth patting Christine's hand and rubbing her arm. Rassilon walked out with a smile a cruelty on his face.
I awoke to see the Opera House's doctor and not surprisingly Raoul. " What happened?" I coughed and I saw worry pass of Raoul's face. " You fainted. Do you remember?" I shook my head no and allowed my head to fall back unto the pillows. He smiled again. " Well, I guess you want your handkerchief back?" I smiled hopefully but he nodded no. " You keep it. Picture it as my first gift from me to you. Now since your feeling better. I'll be back to take you to supper." I choked on the water the doctor gave to drink and coughing told Raoul no.
" My teacher wouldn't permit it." I was frank, but Raoul just laughed. " Well, I shant keep you up late. Two minutes little Lottie." And he was gone form my dressing room once more, followed by the doctor and everyone else. Standing, I grabbed my nightclothes, a pair of boxer shorts I stole from the cargo shipment for an opera and a tank top. Steeping behind my changing screen, I stripped out of the heavy dress and keeping my bottoms and bra, dressed in my sleep wear and waited for Raoul to return.
The time seemed to tick by, seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours as I waited, practicing patience as my Erik told me to.
" Christine" Sherlock watched as she jumped and glanced at the door. He called out to her again, and this time she bolted upright with a look of anger on her face. " So are you making sure I was practicing patience?" Sherlock didn't respond at first, but calling out her name again, began to step to wards the mirror. He watched as her eyes grew wide as she saw him through the mirror, mask and all. " Come with me Christine and I will show you the heart of music. Sliding open the mirror, smiled as she took his hand, the black leather soft and supple between the two, and walking slowly, Sherlock drew her deeper into his kingdom.
I kept glancing at this masked man who was supposedly my angel, but he was too solid to be a corporeal being. As we walked, his body moved almost like cat, his muscles tensing and relaxing with ease. I wanted to say so much, ask so many questions, but I found I couldn't. Soon we came to a small boat with chrome detailing that made me smile. I always like shiny things and this was no exception. The boat bobbed a bit as we stepped into it, but as soon as Erik began to push it along with his pole, it felt like I was flying over the water. Gazing around me, I could discern the pillars and cathedral roofing above me, which only added to the enchantment.
" Welcome to my home." He whispered and gazing around the bend, was hit by a memory I never thought I had. Suddenly something clicked and with a gasp studied the apartment. It was cluttered with papers and other items, many of them being instruments, and in the front of it all was a giant organ.
" What in the hell happened here?" I didn't mean to say it, but it just slipped out and I heard the man's breath hitch. " You have been here before?" Erik asked and I gave him small shrug. "It seems that I have, but I can't remember when."
" We'll figure it out I suppose." He muttered and I smiled. As we got close the shore, I went to shift my weight, when the boat suddenly tipped and I thrown out into the water. It was cold. My entire body felt as if I had just had a massive brain freeze. Standing, I found myself in my angel's arms, his body warm against mine.
" I think I'll give you the tour tomorrow." He murmured and easily picked me up out of the water. Carrying me into the bathroom proceeded to grab a bath towel and dry me off as if I was child. But I was happy. A man who was extremely handsome and well versed was caressing me with a soft towel.
" Thank you." I smiled as a yawn escaped and once more he picked me up, my head placed against his shoulder. I could hear his heart beat clearly as he carried me into his bedroom. " You have a great smell." I told him half a sleep as he set me in the bed and went to wrap the covers around me. " I thank you my dear." I didn't know why, but when he spoke like that, it made him sound older. Grabbing his arm, I pulled him down to me. " Spend the night with me."
" That I will do. He murmured and with a rustle of the sheets, I felt his warm body pressed once more against mine and quietly I fell asleep.
I believe this will make up for the lack of posting and if it gets rough at the end sorry. I am extremely tired but R&R please . =)