I enjoy updating. :) Please review. Kim-Macafee
P.S. I have no idea which side of Erik's face is supposibly deformed. Is it the right side? I didn't want to put it down in this until I knew for sho. :P
Christine's POV:
Erik and I talked after our kiss. We talked about music, what operas should the Populaire do, how much Carlotta aggravates us, and then he brought up Raoul...
"Christine, he is still interested in you, you know that, right? Yes, he may love Meg--but I think he would drop her in a second for you. It's no secret that you are more attractive than her," he suggested. "It really bothers me that he still bothers you. Then of course, he always tells you how much he hates me. I honestly don't care what he thinks of me, it's just...he wants you to stay away from me and..."
"Don't worry, Erik. I know that he still likes me and I wish he'd quit making it so obvious! He--he invited me out to lunch with him and Meg. I really don't want to go...I just....I don't want to hurt Meg's feelings. Are...are you angry with me for saying I'd go?" I asked nervously.
He chuckled and said, "Why should I be angry? I want you to have a fun time with Meg and not the Vicomte."
"I'll only be thinking of you," I told him honestly and kissed him gently on the lips. Erik grinned and stared at me.
"I can never get enough of you," he responded back sweetly.
I yawned loudly and snuggled into Erik's chest. He had shown me his library back on another area of the caverns. There was a comfortable loveseat we were sitting on inside the library. I watched the candles flicker around us. The room was very large and filled from the ceiling to the floor with books of all sorts. Erik wrapped his arms around me and brought me up closer to where I had my head nuzzled in the crook of his neck.
"Are you getting tired?" Erik asked me and began to rub my back (which felt quite nice, especially because I was still wearing the nightgown he made me) lovingly.
"Yes, my Angel," I answered him out of habit. I felt the muscles in his neck move, telling me that he was smiling. I loved making him smile. He moved swiftly and ended picking me up into his arms like I was his bride.
Erik laid me down on the swan bed and tucked me in like I was a child. Erik kissed my forehead.
"Why don't you lay down with me?" I asked him curiously as he began to walk away. "I'm tired, but we could talk or something until I fell asleep! I enjoy talking to you."
"That would be very improper for me to do that," he said, staying at the door.
"Who else will know other than you or me?"
"I can sit in this chair over here and talk to you if you'd like..."
"Erik...pleeeeeeeease?"
Erik stayed in his spot and sighed deeply, then walked to the other side of the bed. He took off his shoes and laid down beside me. I noticed he still had many layers on and he looked uncomfortable.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked him. He looked at me and nodded. "Are you planning on sleeping in here with me tonight?"
"Whatever you want me to do, Christine--I'll do it. You know I will," he assured me.
"Erik, you look very uncomfortable. Maybe taking off your waist coat and vest would help you feel better," I suggested. He sighed and took off what I asked him too. (A/N: I don't know the exact name of everything the Phantom would wear. So bear with me...picture him now in that white poofy shirt and tight black pants...a lot like what Gerard wore in the movie a lot) Erik moved back into his original place, only now, he was under the covers with me. I rolled over on my side and faced him. I could see his eyelids were getting heavier by the second.
"Are you a little tired?" I asked him. Erik smirked and nodded.
"If I fall asleep, be sure to wake me up...I must..." he yawned. "Compose."
Then he fell sound asleep. I wrapped my arm around his waste and laid my head on his strong arm. I rubbed the bare chest that was showing through his shirt. Lots of my dreams just came true within a few hours. Erik and I stayed in this same position for about 30 minutes until he rolled over on his side. His mask popped off to where it was barely hanging on to the skin underneathe. Erik swatted at it in his sleep, but he ended up ignoring it. I (very very carefully) took it off and set it on the bedside table, next to the Monkey in the Persian Robes music box. I looked at the skin that is usually hidden underneath the mask. It was pinker than the rest of his dark skin and wrinkled a lot. The skin under his eye sagged some but not terribly. I touched the cheek that was always hidden as soft as I could, hoping not to wake him. I would cherish this moment for as long as I lived. I kissed the deformed side of his face.
I snuggled back down beside him and prayed that the Lord would keep Erik and I together. I didn't want anything to tear us apart. Soon, I began to dream.
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A blood-curdling male scream made my eyes fly open.
"CHRISTINE!!!"
I shot up and out of bed as quickly as I could.
Erik was in a mess of angry tears, looking everywhere for his mask. His hand covered the deformed side of his face.
"CHRISTINE! What did you do with it? What? Answer me, vile woman!!" he demanded, scaring me with his words. Why would Erik call me a vile woman? "WHERE IS MY MASK??" Erik was sobbing now hysterically.
I grabbed the mask from the table and handed it to him. He snatched it out of my hand and turned around to place it back on his face.
"Damn it," he cursed. "My face is too wet for it to stick..."
He began to stomp out of my room and my eyes watered up. How could everything go from being completley perfect to terrible so quickly?
I put on a wispy robe from inside the closet and followed Erik outside into the main room. He shoved candles off of their stands.
"Erik...I can explain--"
"Never touch my mask, Christine... you know that! Why must you disobey that request???" he demanded to know.
"It had fallen off last night when you slept, I took it out of the bed and set it beside us!!" I shouted, kind of fibbing in a way. "Yes, I saw the infamous unmasked Phantom of the Opera last night and I slept beside him too! Your face holds no horror in me."
"Oh, Christine..."
Erik swiftly walked in front of me. "If you prove to me that you're not disgusted by my face, I will never be able to let you go." His mask was still off so I kissed the wrinkled cheek ever so softly. I made a trail around that side of his face with my index finger lightly. I felt him shudder.
"You are perfect to me," I said under my breath.