Capturing A Phantom's Heart.
Chapter Nine: Words Ending With A Kiss.
Walking down deeper and deeper in the black underground, one lone soul was searching for a another.
Barely lit candles shone, the place was more terrifying and unsettling compared to last time where she was welcome and loved.
The words Erik said just a few minutes ago was burning her mind, dangerously erasing what she once felt for him.
Raoul was right, he was truely a madman.
If she didn't let him go that very night, he would be taken away and possiably hung in a matter of days.
Perhaps then she wouldn't be in this state, running after him demanding a explainion of what really happened.
She would free, no longer dreaming for one man.
The friendship and bond between herself, Christine and Meg would grow stronger every day.
Mother would let her peform on stage and be proud of her effort.
She would fly away, perhaps to a another country where she could find love there.
But now, she was lost in love with a man that either didn't feel the same way or wanted her away from his chance to steal Christine once more.
His horse wasn't there so she carefully walked down the steep hill, squinting her eyes in the bleak darkness.
She could hear the sound of water splashing softly not far from where she was.
"Erik?! Where are you?" She cried, shivering as the tempture was quickly dropping.
What she didn't notice that there was a shadow right behind her, looming in a threatening manner.
But he was frozen and shocked to hear his name being cried out.
How could she have known?
Madame Giry appeared in his mind, the woman that saved him from his childhood nightmares of the circus.
He watched Olivia disappear from sight, then he moved like a silent cat in the shadows and saw her step on the boat.
With all her strengh, she pushed it from shore and rowed down the pathaway.
Erik went in a another hideaway that no-one else knew apart from him, it led to his lair straight away.
Olivia meanwhile was struggling to not only handle the boat but her constant flow of tears falling down her face.
Everywhere around her seemed unforgiving, not even the statues came to life to reassure her that everything was going to fine.
No peaceful melody playing the background that soothed her soul.
In many ways, Olivia wanted to turn back around and run away from here forever.
But her heart was leading the way, questions must be answered and it would take all night or even days to find out if she is wanted from Erik after all.
Arriving at the gates, they simply rose very slowly taking minutes for her to enter the lair.
Even here it was dark, only five or six candles were lit but barely made the room any brighter.
Olivia parked the boat and stood off it, the pain of her arm was nagging though she wanted not to notice it.
"Erik? Erik, where are you?! Please come out to me!" She cried, searching everywhere.
Not at his organ, not in the bedroom. She was alone in a eerie lair calling out for someone who didn't want to see her.
She knelt on the ground, letting out a few loose sobs from her lips.
"I'm so sorry for everything. It's all my fault, not Christine. I know how much you love her instead of me. I'm such a fool. I understand what you said, I will leave here and never return. No-one seems to miss or even care about me, it was only you that made the world so much more brighter. I don't know what I'm going to do without you, what is life if I can't be with the person I truely love? I'll go now, leave you in peace. May you find what you wish for, don't ever think of me again. There is no such thing as Olivia any longer."
Finally standing after her statement, she began to turn around but she suddenly stopped.
The burning candles had been blown out by a unknown force, the smoke blowing until it faded to nothing.
She was in pitch blackness, blinded by the dark.
Fearing of her surroundings, Olivia wondered if something would grab her and instanly take her life which she would gladly give in to.
Then she faintly heard very light footsteps coming from behind, her whole body froze from any movement that was begging to do.
Two hands slid from her shoulder blades to her neck, capturing them in a soft grip that didn't block her breathing.
A breath that was sending rapture shivers up and down her spine, it was needy and harsh.
Suddenly, lips came into contract to her skin that made her gasp out loud.
"Such tender flesh," He chuckled.
He returned to kissing while his hands roamed down to the rise of her breasts, cupping and rubbing them in a gentle motion.
Olivia felt like she was going to faint from this intense desire, her heart was once again thundering ever so much harder against her chest.
"Erik, please..." She moaned.
He stopped instanly when he heard his name, pulling away from her body.
The sudden coldness from his heat washed over her, she bit her lip from it's trembling
Then, like magic, the whole lair was lit up shunning any darkness that it was used to for a matter of minutes.
Olivia turned around and looked at the man before her, it was his eyes that made her think of how he was really making her feel.
Those orbs, so intense and burning, they look through me into my very soul.
That mask, it hides a powerful secret that I'm curious to know but I rather be intrested in the mystery instead of solving it.
The full lips, lush and sinful. I would forever surender to his kisses.
The epic voice, harsh when angry yet beautiful and stunning whenever he sings or speaks to me in that low tone.
His hands, comanding and powerful. They play music and send shivers down my spine whenever he touches me with them.
His arms, strong and protecting. Trapping me, keeping me from harm, no other would do the same like he would.
A body like his is desireable and tempting to touch, that patch of hair that I long to have my fingers trapped in them.
Height that towers over me, threatening at times but like a shield he saves me from danger.
Legs that are long and again broad, he moves like a elegent panther capturing his prey from any escape.
Everything about him makes my heart thunder, my mouth goes dry, my body instanly wants him, I feel like I might die without him.
Oh if he rejects me this night for good, I would let death come and take me away from the world.
My souless body would be found, holding the very rose he gave me that very night.
Would he miss me? I do not know. My questions are waiting for a answer, I had to speak now or forever be mute.
"Erik, why did you say those things up there?" Olivia asked.
He turned away and jogged down the steps to sit on his stool, his eyes focusing on the keys.
Too many minutes he spent staring at her, his raging confused feelings eating away his senses.
Though he wanted Christine, it was Olivia that was quickly destorying every plan he had.
"Please Erik, answer me." She said, again.
He tensed whenever she said his name, it was like she knew it ever since they met but didn't say it until now.
She was right behind him, each hesitant step was dangerous but that was a risk worth taking.
When Olivia placed her hand on his hunched shoulder, he spun around so fast that she fell backwards on the floor.
"DO NOT TOUCH ME!" He roared, looming over her.
But she didn't scream, didn't run away or blocking her face from his frightening stare.
This puzzled him terribly, why was this woman afraid of him?
"I'm sorry, Erik." She said, softly.
"Please don't say my name, I know that Giry woman told you and for that I will never forgive her." He growled.
"I wanted to know your name, why should you not forgive her because she told me?" She asked.
He looked at her, that burning stare into her eyes.
"Why?"
Olivia stood up and walked towards him but he took a few steps back.
"Because I want to know everything about you. I would understand if you don't want to but I care about you, Erik."
He turned his back to her, swallowing this in.
Christine didn't care for him, she didn't want to know anything about him.
Once she tore off the mask, she screamed and ran in the arms of that Da Changy much to his anger and heartbreak.
This was way too new and scary for him, he feared that he could spill all and would regret it if she walked away in shock.
"Speak to me, Erik. Don't leave in this torrment of silence." She said, sadly.
"What can I say? What I said eariler was right, I want you gone from here and my life." He said, still not turning around.
"But why? What have I done? Is it because I know your name? Is it because you're scared that someone would want to love you forever? I do love you, Erik. Heart and soul. I have never felt like this in all my life, without you is nothing. I'm the black sheep of the opera, no-one wants to know or be with me. If that's their decison, I don't care. All I want is you, please understand that!" She pleaded.
He turned his head, guilt was written across his face.
"I know it's you that is the real black sheep, Olivia. I have seen the way you have been pushed aside by them all, it disgusts me how they treat someone like you this way. That's why I was in such a black mood, all because of you. Everything about you is constanly in my mind, the way you love and stood against me made me realise that I can't lose someone like you. My every dream, every page I write for music, it's all for you."
He came towards her, placing his strong hands on her arms.
"What is happening to me?"
She rose a hand on his cheek, softly stroking it.
"You are falling in love, with me." She said, with a sigh.
"I'm so sorry.."
"Shh."
She placed her finger on his lips, shaking her head.
"It's in the past, let's think of the present for now."
They slowly grew closer until their lips met for their second kiss together.
Author's Note: Hope it's not too angry this time but enjoy this chapter.