Today, I give credit out to those who inspire my work. The whole ending of this story is what I was thinking of during my math class, and I was writing down my sudden ideas on how to end this properly, making room for a possible, but short, sequel. Well, my friend was talking about her story, and I had to admit I wasn't paying attention, but then something hit me. You could tell I'm obsessed about writing fanfiction that I suddenly started getting all hyper active when I had five ideas on how to end the story. After that whole spasm is when I re-watched the entire Robert Englund version over, and then, actually re-read part of my favorite story so far on this site, Stockholm Syndrome by Gravity01. That whole thing gave me incentive on how to write the last quarter of my story. Also, one of the ideas of one of my reviewers gave me somewhat of a clue for what to write next before completely ending this thing.

To wrap this long author's note so if you're reading this you will get onto the story, I want to thank all those who are reviewing once more. I know there are more out there reading this, and if you are, reviewing would be a really nice thing. And to those who are reviewing are actually my favorite authors and authoresses, not because their reviewing my story but because I love their stories. I'm not that selfish. Well, to end this finally and you're probably getting annoyed by my endless babbling (you can tell I had a good day) THANKS THANKS THANKS!!
And finished.
ThePhantomsFlutist

Eternal Music

Chapter 25:

Attempt

That night, we arrived back at the mansion around midnight. I said thank you to Erik and I worked my way up to bed for the most unexpected and uncomfortable nights of my life.

Remember back a few nights ago, when nothing was going to stop him from sleeping with his wife on the wedding night? No, he never gave up. This night, of all nights, was perfectly normal to begin with. I brushed out my hair which hasn't grown what-so-ever mind you, and I looked at my outrageously pale self. I was paler then I've ever been in my life. As I said, almost mistaken for some sort of vampire. I dressed into my night clothes, and I went to sleep in my bed. Sleep came fast since I'm not used to sleeping this late. It was at least one or two in the morning.

Well, a few hours later, I had to use the bathroom. I felt another presence in my bed. My heart started to thump so obnoxiously loud as I looked over to who was there with me. It was... of course... Erik. He was sleeping, though. I decided it wasn't very smart to wake him up. So, I got up, and went to the bathroom making as little sound as possible. He stirred a few times while I was up but remained sleeping. Then, got my pillow, and went back over to the window ledge, covered my makeshift bed in pillows, but stayed awake. I wasn't about to fall asleep again... I was stuck with the thought of Erik coming to bed with me all these nights. I know he wasn't to harm me or something, but seriously. That is a little twisted, don't you think? It's freaky. And so, staying up all night was the expected thing to do.

It wasn't very comfortable as it has been days ago. The window was freezing, when I peeked through the curtain, I couldn't see anything because of the frost. I closed the curtain in order for my body to stay at least somewhat warm throughout this night of not sleeping.

Eventually, I fell asleep for about an hour or so, but woke up as I started to have a nightmare that included Erik. The dream was of what he would've done to me when I was unconscious all those nights. I was sure it was nothing terribly bad... his hands on me though was kind of uncomfortable. They were a corpse's hands, mind you, as if they've been dead for too long, rotting away in some cemetery, but yet so full of life.

I went back to sleep every few minutes but woke myself up. Thought was the main thing right now. I've been doing a lot of it during the day, but the night is much more serene and calmer then the day when Erik's conscious. How I loathe him right now. Not hate,never hate, but loathing definitely goes on.

I thought and thought for a while now... and I just noticed I've never tried to escape. Shame came into my heart, not trying, and still being stuck here. I looked down out of the window, and saw that the ground was extremely far off. Sighing, I got up and started to search quietly for a blanket. I never noticed how much noise my feet make on this floor. It's either that or it's just so quiet that you can actually hear a pin drop somewhere. There was a blanket on one of the chairs that were in my room near the vanity. I stretched it out, seeing that it was just enough that I could simply jump down the remainder of the height from where I would hang. Congratulating myself on how I am actually looking for a way out of this death trap I call a house.

The window opened rather easily, making a small noise. Which was strange because I would think this place would be really old. Once I was down there, I thought, I'm going to run as fast as I ever have, and I'll run far and fruitful. I silently grabbed my casual shoes that are decent for running. The coldness swept in, biting my entire body. Quickly, I grabbed my jacket and wrapped it around me. It was going to have to be quick. Erik didn't stir that much now. My heart started beating like the beat of a drum, as I threw down the blanket to where it was going to go. I tied the top of it onto the window latch, and crawled outside of it, hanging on for the sake of my life.

I didn't look down, scared I'll fall. I used a free hand to close the window as silently as I could, and it now securely held my blanket. I was now out of the house and crawling down the side of the wall. Rock climbing seemed to be very helpful right now, considering all the birthday parties Meg had at the athletic center. I quickly was walking down the wall, the once nice blanket was ripping quickly, but I only went down faster.

That's when the whole thing changed. I heard the window open above me, and saw the masked face stare down at me in blank horror.

"Christine!" He yelled out. But it was too late, the blanket was already falling quickly, as was my body. I held onto it though. It was going to be a long way down... When suddenly something was holding me up. It was the arms of the masked man. I don't know how he did it, but he was holding onto my blanket with as much force as he could.

I wasn't about to give up. I continued climbing down until I met the end of the cloth. Erik kept yelling my name and telling me to come back up. I, of course didn't listen and jumped down. It wasn't as long of a jump I was expecting, but it was good enough to hurt my feet badly. It left me no choice but to still run. I massaged my feet for a second, and then took off.

I was running... running... running as fast as my hurt feet could care me. The wind of it all was stinging me, and my entire body. I couldn't believe I was actually attempting this, I knew I was going to get caught. But I indeed wanted to try. The sun was starting to rise, unbeknown to me, creating more light. I was weaving through trees at an endless pace. I was getting cuts and scrapes all up my leg, cutting through the pants I was wearing, and the jacket was also getting caught up. The enigma, and adrenaline pushed me further and further until I actually reached the gate. I pause for a second, catching my breath, and then kept going. I was actually going to do it! I was going to leave! Finally! After all this time of waiting-

"Christine," a voice was behind me. Oh no... no, no no... This can't be! He can't be that fast! It's not right! Defying the laws of any humanly possible physics, Erik was right behind me, determined to trap me back into the cage I started out in.

"No!" I shouted, back at the cold air going by me. I was numb now. I could hardly feel my feet but that was no need to stop. I continued running, and running, and the gates were so close...

"Christine," I heard again. Pushing back branches I looked behind me, seeing the emerging black figure come behind me. But then it wasn't there. It completely disappeared in his tracks. I continued going... and going... I thought I was still going pretty fast. But not fast enough.

The dark figure was right in front of me, stopping my running frame with a simple yield of his arms. My breathless figure was engulfed into the two long arms of Erik's and I was defeated. No... I can't give up. I kept fighting and fighting. Pushing, biting the arms, and pulling away never stopped. This madman, this monster wasn't even moving at all, just holding me as I wrestled endlessly. Erik was only laughing maniacal.

"Stop! Let me go! Let me go!" I rebelled, pulling and fighting. My entire body ached full of scratches and bruises and cuts.

"Shh... Christine, calm down," His voice was soothing, it didn't effect me the slightest. I was now on the ground instead of in his arms, but his arm pulled me up around my waist forcing me against his chest. That was even colder then it was outside.

"Let me go!" I repeated. That was when he forced my chin up, and forced some liquid that tasted like crap down my throat. Reflexively, I tried throwing it back out, he was literally gagging me with the stuff, but he shut my mouth with a firm grip. I forgot how strong he is... And so, with that, I was forced to swallow the disgusting stuff.

It didn't make me tired, it just made me limp. I fell to the ground on my knees still within Erik's reach. All strength left me right then. Erik put his arm down back around my waste, and picked me up as if I was some rag doll. He carried me, with soothing and somewhat affectionate words to tell me how much he still loved me. It was either the drugs that he forced down my throat that caused me to not care about what he was saying, leaving my chest numb, not feeling the pain. Or, I was too angered.

I mean, he slept with me all this time without me knowing! That is purely insane! I mean, I like Erik for what he is... he has such a deep heart that is just simply filled with love and adoration for me, and it's such a wonder how he still has enough room in there for love after all that this man has been through. He could be the best man you'd ever meet if it wasn't for what happened years ago. I could even love him. But all that has happened to him drives him insane, it's understandable... but scary. How far he will go to push the words out of my mouth, and sleeping in my bed with me when not telling is such a horrible thing, and it's inhuman how far he will go.

I was filled with pride for myself on knowing that I actually braved all the running and how far I went to get out of there. I've never done that before, and I never thought I could. Self-confidence was a good thing on my part, I'll need it in this situation later in this twisted life of mine.

I started to blank out the words that Erik was telling me, because obviously, I'm not sure that I actually care anymore.

His arms were freezing, though, making me shiver drastically. He didn't seem mad at me for attempting to run, actually, he seemed disappointed. The only words that were different throughout the whole talk he was having with me were:

"We need to get those cuts cleaned out," He said blankly, looking at my ripped pants and my jacket which was hardly a jacket. My neck was also scratched up as well, from the branches of the trees. My legs were bleeding as well through the pants leaving big red stains up and down it, from the weeds and all the other things that grow on the ground along with the fallen twigs.

"Say you're sorry, Christine," He told me. No, Erik, I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry at all. I would've kept running. You jerk. No, I didn't find any words to put that into... I will later once I gain strength to move my mouth. If I didn't have enough temper, I would've shouted "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," into his face before the drug taken over.

I just really don't know anymore about my relationship with Erik. It seems as if every other day I am either loathing the man, and then the next I actually find some kind words in my heart. Falling in love still seemed so far out of reach, but sometimes then so very close.

From what my life is so far, though, I can probably say I'm desperate for love. If I actually consider the word "love" with Erik, I am probably desperate to fall in love again. I did with Raoul. Now he's gone, my soul is searching for someone else. Raoul completed me like some sort of long lost step-brother that is very attractive. Erik on the other hand, brought me back to my nightmares which just so happens to be my actual life, so many centuries ago. Am I immortal? I don't know. Immorality definitely wasn't on my "things to do in life" list. Last time I checked, immortals that still linger on Earth have a bad reputation for not making it to the place they'd like to go... meaning heaven. It just seems so very real... so far-fetched, so fictional, as if this popped out of a Gothic novel written years ago. It's unreal. It's scary... and it's beginning to drive me to the possibility of insanity.

Some part of me wants a reasonable explanation as to why he was sleeping with me. Part of it was desperation as one example for Erik's side of it, but something reasonable that he should tell me would make the clue of insanity withstand until the true-hard facts come pounding into my face. Like a neon sign standing in front of your face, and you're so up to rejecting it that you act stupid and make the whole problem seem to vanish, but it remains there. What this whole thing means is I really wish that Erik would once in a while give a rational explanation to this, and please not tell me I'm going to end up like some crazy-woman who is terrified of the dark, thinking it's going to eat her whole. I, on the other hand, can't give a reason. He might. I doubt it. I'm finished.

I'm not going to let the darkness eat me whole. Yes, that's what I should keep thinking. Never, will I stop fighting. Defeat came over a few times. I discovered my ability to break him has lessened after this event. He knows that I know there's no way out, and this is his way of telling me that I finally found that obvious fact out.

If I could somehow succumb to Erik, maybe my terror might seize. Maybe if I get even on both sides, maybe...I've thought maybe too much. I'm going to stick with the present and I'm sure of it.

"Please say you're sorry," Erik repeated. I found enough strength once more, enough to whimper.

"No." I answered.

"You didn't mean to run away," He protested against the odds of me saying, no I didn't mean to.

"Yes I did," I answered again.

"You love me, you know it. You'll love me sometime." Again with the desperation.

"No," I whispered again. The sunlight was rising, I could see it through the trees. I was too limp to care.

Erik brought me into the mansion once more and carried me into the living room, placing me on the couch.

"I'll clean the cut out," He said quietly, and went away to a door that I have never seen opened before. Obviously, it was a room, and it looked to be like a kitchen. That must be where the kitchen is, then. He brought out a gray bottle of some liquid. I stiffened, backing away with as much strength as I could.

"What is it?" I forced out. He didn't answer, and got a cotton swab and started to dab at the blood that was dripping from my knee. That was the first bit of pain I could feel, and the drug was slowly wearing off on me.

"Ow," I whimpered, my knee stiffening.

"Shh..." Erik whispered. He poured the liquid from the bottle onto the cut on my knee. It fizzed up, causing a slight stinging on my knee. He cleaned it up with another cotton swab, and then went onto the next scrap doing the same thing with them. My neck wasn't so badly scratched up as it felt. He simply cleaned it up with the swab and moved on. He got some cloth and wrapped it around my knee like a band-aid to stop the bleeding. My arms were cleaned up enough that I didn't need one but the scrapes were still there. I didn't notice how much stinging and the pain I had to move. "Do you still hurt?" He questioned seriously.

I nodded slowly. Erik left the room once more and came back with a small cup filled with clear liquid. He opened my mouth once more and poured it down my throat. It didn't taste so bad as the last drug he poured down. The pain went away almost immediately. He pet back my hair lovingly, knowing I was too weak to rebel.

"You didn't mean to run, did you?" He said quietly, "You know I will do nothing to hurt you." Sure, you go ahead and think that, Erik. Whatever completely floats your boat... as long as you're not drowning in the water like I am, you're just fine.

"Shut up," I murmured almost inaudible. What else was I going to say?

"Shh.. now, Christine. Relax..." He said soothingly, not minding my words. I groaned once more, as he played with my hair. "You'll love me soon enough..." He whispered to himself. Once again, Erik... whatever makes you think that I have no intention to know. Whatever makes you happy... dear.