Disclaimer: I still don't own Phantom of the Opera. I still think
that sucks. Enough said.
DRD~ About my inspiration, it will take some time to develop, but keep the faith.
Author's Note: This took too long, I know. Sorry guys, but I have been pretty busy lately, and well, school comes first. Anyway, here is the long over due update, and I hope you'll forgive my slowness. Much love and many thanks to my reviewers, and enjoy!
Feedback: Please!
*Erik's POV*
Memories came flooding back to me as we stepped through the mirror and into the small room where our saga began. I shook my head, refusing to think of the mistakes of the past, Christine looked tired, overwhelmed by the journey through the labyrinth, her emotions, or perhaps both. She leaned against me heavily, and I wrapped my arm tightly around her. I led her over to the couch, and throwing the dustcover off, I helped her sit. She sank back into the overstuffed velour, her eyes closing lightly. I sat beside her, and a moment later her head was on my shoulder.
"My dear," I whispered softly, not truly having the heart to wake her, "We must hurry, there is precious little time, and there shall be a time for rest soon."
She moaned slightly, and her eyes opened slowly. She nodded, and I helped her to her feet.
We walked quietly out of the room, into the darkened Opera House. Christine slumped against me as we made it to the lobby. I wordlessly picked her up, and lifted her like a child into my arms. Her head settled against my chest, and soon, I could tell from her breathing that she had fallen asleep.
I was slightly encumbered by Christine's weight as I made my way into the tawny light of the early morning. I rushed to get out of public view, the spectral image a masked man in dress clothes carrying a woman down the steps of the Opera House was sure to draw much unwanted and unneeded attention.
I finally reached the streets, and I hurriedly made my way to the alleys. Naturally, I had long since discovered the least public route to Nadir's; it proved to be quite convenient knowledge in the case of an emergency such as this. I paused for a moment as we entered the murky shadows of the alleys. I didn't hear the sounds of a pursuit; no shuffled footsteps, hushed voices or quickened breaths greeted my ears as I stood stoically in the artificial darkness.
Slightly relieved, I renewed my steady cadence towards Nadir's home, knowing that I could find some shelter there, even if it would not last forever.
*Christine's POV*
I awoke in a soft bed, a comforter tucked carefully around me. Instinctively, I reached out to my left, only to find no Erik.
For a second, I was terrified: I was alone.
I sat up. I was in a small room decorated in rich, oriental patterns. From behind the door, I could hear indistinct voices talking softly. I knew immediately where I was, Erik's words from last night played through my mind. "Nadir's. We shall go to Nadir's for the time being. . ."
We had made it, and I was elated. I smiled, and stood up, realizing only then that I was still in my formal dress from the night before. I walked towards the door, and hesitated for a moment before I opened it. I could hear Erik's deep voice resonating from behind it, and I felt suddenly at home.
So, Erik had been right all along. . .about everything, as it were.
I opened the door, and stepped out of the bedroom to find Erik lying across a chaise as the Persian sat, idly chatting at him from the comfort of an oversized and overstuffed chair. He turned to me, and he simply nodded as he said, "Good evening, Mlle. Daae."
As he spoke my name, Erik sat up quickly, turning towards me and smiling as I walked over to join him on the chaise.
"Evening?" I asked, yawning.
"Yes," Erik replied, wrapping an arm around me as I sat beside him, "you've been asleep all day."
"How did we get here?" I asked, realizing how childish I must've sounded at that moment.
"I carried you," Erik said succinctly as Nadir nodded furiously.
"When he arrived, it quite the scene, I had just woken up, and you were very much asleep, and he was exhausted, though he'll never admit that, I'm sure," Nadir said with a small smile, "of course, you can stay here for awhile, until things settle down, as I'm sure they will eventually."
"Thank you," I said faintly, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.
"Well," the Persian said, standing up, "I shall leave you two to yourselves. Please make sure Erik gets some rest, Mlle. Daae." Erik laughed and I smiled. With that, the Persian walked to the stairs adjoining the room, and left us alone.
To be continued. . .
DRD~ About my inspiration, it will take some time to develop, but keep the faith.
Author's Note: This took too long, I know. Sorry guys, but I have been pretty busy lately, and well, school comes first. Anyway, here is the long over due update, and I hope you'll forgive my slowness. Much love and many thanks to my reviewers, and enjoy!
Feedback: Please!
*Erik's POV*
Memories came flooding back to me as we stepped through the mirror and into the small room where our saga began. I shook my head, refusing to think of the mistakes of the past, Christine looked tired, overwhelmed by the journey through the labyrinth, her emotions, or perhaps both. She leaned against me heavily, and I wrapped my arm tightly around her. I led her over to the couch, and throwing the dustcover off, I helped her sit. She sank back into the overstuffed velour, her eyes closing lightly. I sat beside her, and a moment later her head was on my shoulder.
"My dear," I whispered softly, not truly having the heart to wake her, "We must hurry, there is precious little time, and there shall be a time for rest soon."
She moaned slightly, and her eyes opened slowly. She nodded, and I helped her to her feet.
We walked quietly out of the room, into the darkened Opera House. Christine slumped against me as we made it to the lobby. I wordlessly picked her up, and lifted her like a child into my arms. Her head settled against my chest, and soon, I could tell from her breathing that she had fallen asleep.
I was slightly encumbered by Christine's weight as I made my way into the tawny light of the early morning. I rushed to get out of public view, the spectral image a masked man in dress clothes carrying a woman down the steps of the Opera House was sure to draw much unwanted and unneeded attention.
I finally reached the streets, and I hurriedly made my way to the alleys. Naturally, I had long since discovered the least public route to Nadir's; it proved to be quite convenient knowledge in the case of an emergency such as this. I paused for a moment as we entered the murky shadows of the alleys. I didn't hear the sounds of a pursuit; no shuffled footsteps, hushed voices or quickened breaths greeted my ears as I stood stoically in the artificial darkness.
Slightly relieved, I renewed my steady cadence towards Nadir's home, knowing that I could find some shelter there, even if it would not last forever.
*Christine's POV*
I awoke in a soft bed, a comforter tucked carefully around me. Instinctively, I reached out to my left, only to find no Erik.
For a second, I was terrified: I was alone.
I sat up. I was in a small room decorated in rich, oriental patterns. From behind the door, I could hear indistinct voices talking softly. I knew immediately where I was, Erik's words from last night played through my mind. "Nadir's. We shall go to Nadir's for the time being. . ."
We had made it, and I was elated. I smiled, and stood up, realizing only then that I was still in my formal dress from the night before. I walked towards the door, and hesitated for a moment before I opened it. I could hear Erik's deep voice resonating from behind it, and I felt suddenly at home.
So, Erik had been right all along. . .about everything, as it were.
I opened the door, and stepped out of the bedroom to find Erik lying across a chaise as the Persian sat, idly chatting at him from the comfort of an oversized and overstuffed chair. He turned to me, and he simply nodded as he said, "Good evening, Mlle. Daae."
As he spoke my name, Erik sat up quickly, turning towards me and smiling as I walked over to join him on the chaise.
"Evening?" I asked, yawning.
"Yes," Erik replied, wrapping an arm around me as I sat beside him, "you've been asleep all day."
"How did we get here?" I asked, realizing how childish I must've sounded at that moment.
"I carried you," Erik said succinctly as Nadir nodded furiously.
"When he arrived, it quite the scene, I had just woken up, and you were very much asleep, and he was exhausted, though he'll never admit that, I'm sure," Nadir said with a small smile, "of course, you can stay here for awhile, until things settle down, as I'm sure they will eventually."
"Thank you," I said faintly, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.
"Well," the Persian said, standing up, "I shall leave you two to yourselves. Please make sure Erik gets some rest, Mlle. Daae." Erik laughed and I smiled. With that, the Persian walked to the stairs adjoining the room, and left us alone.
To be continued. . .