*Sigh* I can't believe I'm already almost done with this story! I love it so much! Next update on Sunday, as always! Thanks to my reviewers, all that lovely junk that you just hate reading, so without further ado, here is Chapter 12.
Chapter 12
I just hung there, not even trying to escape or even move. For the second time that week, Erik was dragging me down to his lairs. Only this time, I just hung there, limp and crying my heart out.
I didn't know or care how long it took to get back to his underground home, but soon I felt him throw me to the ground. I hit the stone floor- hard. I cried out in pain and reached for my shoulder.
"WHY DID YOU LEAVE?" I roared.
I just lay there, sobbing.
"WHY?"
Why HAD I gone? What was I thinking? Of COURSE he'd catch me! I was so foolish, my mum was right to hate me.
"E-Erik..." I said softly.
"DO NOT CALL ME BY THAT CURSED NAME!" He raged. My tears flowed openly. He sighed.
"Why, Meg?" He asked me. I looked up for the first time, my eyes puffy and red. His eyes a mix of anger and some kind of disapointment.
"I-I... my mum. I wanted to see her... one last time..." I tried explaining.
"You were so sure that Christine will preform, could you have not waited one or two more days?" He asked.
I thought. "Yes, I suppose I could've, but-"
"I shouldn't have trusted you, should have made sure the door was closed," He sighed and he clentched his fists.
"Why did you even bother to bring me back?" I asked him.
"My bet with the Opera is still on, if Christine doesn't preform tomarrow..." He trailed off. A sharp pang poked in my stomach at the thought of Christine. I knew that she would never sing for him again...
"Then why else would you leave?" He asked me. I blinked.
"Why not? I am a prisoner, and you are the captor. Do I not have every right to want to leave?" I asked, although I didn't think of it like that. He looked like he didn't either.
"I... I thought that you were happy here... for the most part." He said. I widened my eyes.
"B-but I am happy here," I said quietly. "Mostly, this week has not been complete torture. I wasn't running away." He looked disbelieving.
"I promise," I whispered. Why did no one trust me anymore? He turned away and I realised we weren't in our little cell of a room, but in his normal lair. He was walking over to his organ. I sat up on my rump and watched on as he sat angrily down at the organ.
He began playing a piece that I thought that I recognised. I stood up and walked slowly over to the organ. He sounded focused on the piece, but his movements were sharp and looked like he was somewhere else. "Is... is it..." I began to ask.
"Hannibal. The Overture," He said and stopped playing for a moment, without looking at me. Then he resumed playing.
"I- I'm sorry," I apologized. He stopped.
"What?" He asked. I cleared my throat
"I'm sorry. For... for leaving. I know that I shouldn't have, and... and that soon I will see them again. Or I will die. Either way, it was foolish of me to-" I stumbled on and Erik turned to face me. I saw him crack a small smile.
"Meg, you sound like you're talking to your mother," he smiled. "Don't sound so formal." I smiled back and giggled.
"Okay, then what should I say?" I replied.
"Just a simple 'I'm sorry' would work," He said and resumed playing.
"Okay, then I'm sorry," I said, listening to the soft music. I swayed to the song a bit. He turned up to face me.
"Would you enchant me once again with your dance?" He asked. I blushed a bit.
"Of course, Monsieur," I curtsied and stepped out into an open space. He started from the begining and I danced my way through the song and through hours on end, wishing I'd never have to stop dancing.
It must have been midnight, and we were still in the lair. There was a small bed furnished beautifully that he had given me for that night... my last night. I had wondered what he would think when he learned that Christine was gone?
Although it was so comfy... I couldn't sleep. It was my last night with him. What would happen in the morning was completely beyond me. I have never woken up again if I fell asleep. I'd be dead, and Erik would never know how I felt about him.
Before I could run my idea by a second time within my head, I stood up, tying my ballet shoes up and tiptoeing to where Erik was. His small bed was a bit of a walk from mine, and I had a few moments to slow my heart.
He was asleep, in a bed of his own. I looked down upon him. He looked so peaceful and helpless... He must have been asleep, so I was sure he couldn't hear me. "Erik..." I whispered softly. "If only you knew."
He didn't stir, so I continued on. "Everyone... everyone else says you're a monster. I don't know anyone else who knows your real name... besides my mum, of course," I chuckled a little.
I sat down silently and looked closer at him. "I... I wish you would pick me instead of Christine," I whispered. "I wish you could see how much I love you," I said longingly.
"It- I know it's rediculous, a ballet rat who can barely sing... compared to you, YOU! You're a musical genius, your song is the sweetest I've ever heard," I sighed.
"Erik, I miss you so much... I remember when when I was just a kid?" I laughed a little at the memory. "I had invited you to come to the masquerade ball, and you wouldn't come, because you were too scared that everyone would have to take off their masks... so we had a party down here. It's a silly memory, but it's one of my favorites.
"I'm just talking more to myself, I believe, than really talking to you," I laughed quietly. "Maybe I truly have gone insane. But I can't bear to leave this world until I say out loud that I love you," I smiled down at Erik, who obviously could not hear my confessions.
"Call me a ninny for not telling you straight to your face, but when I die tommarow, I want these walls and everything surrounding me to know how much I really loved this week. The conditions may have been less than satisfying, but I spent my whole week with you, and that's all I care for.
"I... I know that your heart belongs to Christine, so I when I am gone, at least tell the whole opera house that I will dreadfully miss them. Write a note to them... and let my mum know that I love her, even though she may not love me anymore...
"I should probably get to sleep..." I sighed, aware that none of my wishes would be fulfilled because Erik didn't hear any of them. "If this is the last time I will ever see you, I love you."
"Goodnight, Erik," I whispered to the sleeping body. I exited the place where he slept and began to walk back over to my own bed. I lay back down, a little drowsy now that the words were off of my mind.
I fell asleep, wishing that somehow I could tell him straight to his face how I felt. I'm such a coward. But maybe now his whole house would know, and someday, they would show Erik how much I did love him.
I woke to something considerably different and screamed the moment my eyelids fluttered open. Right above my laying body was...
A knife.
I'll keep it short and sweet today, so no notes for now! :) (Sorry this chapter was so Fopping short!)
Best Wishes,
Aktress.
