Before I forget when Erik is singing he is in bold.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Phantom of the Opera
Now enjoy the story my lovlies!
Erik smiled proudly as Christine bowed after her aria and I felt a nasty bubbling feeling in me. I forced a smile while my heart felt like the lemon juice on a papercut feeling again. "You taught her well." I told him. "You helped out." He pointed out. "Only on the posture and breathing." I reminded him and got up.
"I'm gonna go to bed." I told him. Erik got up as well and he grabbed my arm gently. "Night, Hope." He told me and pecked my cheek. My eyes widen in surprise and I could feel that weird warm feeling in me. "Tell me what's bothering you in the morning." He told me and letted my arm go. I nodded and slipped through the secret passage.
Was I acting troubled about something? I sighed and shook my head. I probably just need sleep...a lot of sleep. I managed to make it over to Erik's home and went to my room. I changed out of my dress and into a black nightgown with short sleeves and a low neckline and crawled into my bed. I blew out the candle and closed my eyes. I drifted off to sleep after a few minutes.
I woke up to someone singing a very high note and I groaned. Who the bloody hell is singing at-I looked at the grandfather clock that was across the room-two thirty in the morning?! I climbed out of bed and slipped on my black dressing gown. I went down the hall and opened the curtain. My eyes widen in shock when I saw Christine was sitting in the boat.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses." Erik helped Christine out of the boat and I noticed the look in his eyes when he stared at Christine. I felt a nasty feeling bubbling in me and I started to wish he looked at me like that. I could tell Erik was still singing but it was like everything went around me when I realized what was going on with me for the last two yeaars.
I'm in love with Erik!
I slowly stepped back in the hall and groaned. Why did I fall in love with him? I knew he had feelings for Christine and yet I still fell in love with him! I groaned again and slumped against the wall. I was feeling jealousy just a few minutes ago when I saw how he looked at Christine and I was naturally getting upset when Erik started talking about Christine as if she was the center of his whole world.
I sighed and held my head. I need to talk to someone about this because I'm not gonna bloody figure out what to do by leaning against the wall kicking myself for not realizing this sooner. I poked my head out to see Erik was carrying Christine into the room and I quickly slipped out of the curtain. I tiptoed over to the curtain that would take me to Madame Giry's room. "Hope, I didn't know you were up still." Erik called. I froze and my eyes widen in shock.
How does he bloody do that?!
I looked over my shoulder and his eyes widen. He rushed over to me and he looked at me concerned. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" He asked and he wiped away some tears I had no idea I was shedding. Please, forgive me for lying, Erik, I pleaded mentally. I nodded and he sighed. "I'll make you some of that tea." He told me. I shook my head and hugged him tightly. "Can you just sing me to sleep?" I mumbled. He sighed and ducked down. He yanked me up into his arms and carried me to my room.
He laid me down on the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Deep in the meadow, under the willow,a bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it's safe, here it's warm, here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true here is the place where mhm mhm." He hummed the last bit for some reason.
"Deep in the meadow, hidden far away a cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray. Forget your woes and let your troubles lay, and when again it's morning, they'll wash away." I pretended I was asleep and I felt him pet my head gently. "Here it's safe and here it's warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where mhm mhm." He hummed the last bit again.
"Sleep well, mon petite ange des tenebres." He whispered. What did he call me? His little angel of tenebres? What does tenebres mean? I waitted till he left the room and I could hear the organ being played. I quickly got out of my bed and tiptoed down the hall.
I went to the curtain that would lead to Madame Giry's room and quickly slipped inside the passage. I went down the tunnel till I came across her mirror and noticed the light was on. I knocked on it three times and rocked on my heels. "Come on in, Hope." She called. I slipped inside and raised an eyebrow at her. "Why are you up so late?" I asked.
"The Vicomte de Changy was asking me where Christine was and wouldn't leave till I gave a reasonable answer. Now why are you up so late, my dear?" She asked. I sighed and sat down on the divan. "Let's just say I just realized something and now I don't know what to do about it." I sighed. She had a knowing look in her eyes and she handed me a cup of tea.
I noticed the tea was still warm and I raised an eyebrow. "You knew I was going to come here didn't you?" I accused her. She chuckled and nodded. "Oui and I already have a feeling I know what you want to talk about, but I want you to tell me yourself." She told me. I shook my head and took a sip of the tea. "I realized the hard way that I'm in love with Erik." I confessed.
She smirked. "I always knew you did, my dear. I knew you had strong feelings for him ever since I first met you. Of course as a couple of years passed I saw those feelings grow much more and you were probably in denial to realize it." She told me. I sighed and looked at her. "What do you think I should do, Madame Giry? He loves Christine." I told her.
She shook her head. "He also loves you, my dear...he's just about as oblivious to it as you were for your feelings for him." She told him. I blinked and stared at her as if she was insane. "He has a bloody Christien doll wearing a wedding dress and thousands of drawings of her, Madame Giry. I doubt it." I told her. "He has a what?" She gasped.
I blinked and looked at her confused. "Thousands of pictures of Christine." I told her. She shook her head. "No I mean about the wedding dress thing. He has a what again?" She aske in disbelief. Did she never knew about that Christine doll in a wedding dress? "He has a life size Christine doll wearing a wedding dress." I repeated myself.
She shook her head and muttered something in French. She looked over at me and patted my hand. "All I can say is do what you're already doing. Being yourself and of course use a little lady charm." She told me with a wink. I stared at her flabbergasted. Is she suggesting I should flirt a little with Erik? What happened the the prim and proper Madame Giry?!
ABOUT BLOODY TIME HOPE REALIZES SHE LOVES ERIK! Now to handle the next few problems...Erik's feelings for Christine, the creepy Christine doll, the drawings of Christine, and getting Erik to love Hope.