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Chapter thirty-seven
"Darling if we continue I fear I shall be late for work…" Mia warned leaning in to give Erik one more kiss. The two had been playing one more kiss, in Mia's quarters, for nearly ten minutes. "If this continues I shall have to return from your home to work unaccompanied."
"Unthinkable. I do not mind escorting you." Erik insisted leaning in to catch her lips once more.
Mia pulled away. "Yes, but I do not wish to get on bad terms with the management." Mia sighed, kissing her lover again.
"I am the management, my dear. I assure you, you are doing nothing wrong. What you are doing is very pleasing…" His lips caught her neck.
"How am I benefiting the theatre though, Monsieur? Besides we already spoke of your authority with the management and my career. They are two separate things…Good day." Mia parted with a kiss.
"I need to-" Another kiss.
"Leave-" Another kiss.
"Now-" Another kiss.
"Goodbye." With a final kiss Mia left Erik's embrace and opened the door. "See you tonight."
Erik smiled pulling his mask down. As they say, business before pleasure.
Knocking on the door of Nadir Khan's flat, Erik was quickly shown in my Darius. Walking into the first room Erik took the seat next to the fireplace, across from his friend.
"Good morning." The Persian greeted sipping his coffee.
"Good morning. Where is my letter?"
"Fine and you." The oriental sighed, picking up the envelope from the small table and handing it to Erik.
"A little tired and overwhelmed with things to do. Thank you for asking." Erik replied running his thumb under the wax seal. Opening the envelope, Erik yellow eyes scanned back and forth as he read the contents.
"Good…it's still there." He mumbled.
"What is?"
"Just a little inheritance Daroga…from someone I never knew…"
"Someone from Rouen, I assume?"
Erik laughed. "My dear Daroga you do jump to conclusions pretty fast, don't you? Tisk, tisk. Did anyone ever teach you what misfortunes come to you when you assume too much?"
"Erik." The Persian sighed. "What is this all about? What connection do you have in Rouen?"
"I was born in a small town just outside of it, if you must know."
Nadir smiled. "So that's the place. After all these years I finally know."
Erik shrugged. "I did not see much point in telling you. You knew I was born in France. Why would you care about the small damned town of my birth? That information would be of no use to you. The only person in that town who might even know of me could be dead by now." He sighed, unaware that he had begun to rub the scar tissue around his wrists.
"Anyway." He sighed shaking his head. "As I said no interest to you."
"Until now." Nadir corrected. "What are you planning?"
"I am planning to make Rouen my home again."
After leaving the Daroga's, with his letter, Erik returned back to his home below the opera house. Now sitting at his desk, the craftsman began to exam Mia's designs line for line.
"My dear, you are a brilliant designer…but a poor architect." Thinking about it now, Erik was surprised how well they got along. Usually when artist are put in twos there is always conflict. One person will end up criticizing the other. Even Erik knew his mild critics had been mind shattering to other designers; Mia had handled his judgment very well.
Turning back to his own work Erik began to compare his and Mia's blueprints. One of the few changes Erik had to make was in the archways. Special beams would have to be laid over every door, making the ceilings seem higher than necessary.
'More room for a dining chandelier…' Erik shrugged.
Checking the hour Erik realized he should have already left to escort Mia back! Muttering a curse the genies rolled up both sets of plans before locking them in the bottom drawer of his desk.
Grabbing his cloak Erik noticed the two felines curled up on the sofa. Brian slept with his head resting on his paws, and Ayesha lying on her back. Erik frowned at her slightly larger belly. 'No.' He thought. 'I'm imagining it.'
Heading out the door Erik took his usual path to Mia's assigned quarters. After heading up the underground stairs Erik was more than surprised to find Mia standing in the third cellar. Quietly sneaking behind the phantom whispered in her ear.
"They say the opera ghost lurks in this cellar, my dear…You should not linger here alone."
"Perhaps I linger because I am not afraid of the ghost…" Mia smiled turning around to face the apparition.
"Oh?"
"I am in love with him." She smiled.
Erik sighed and closed his eyes. She had told him before she loved him. She whispered it several times when the made love, and every night before they fell asleep. Erik was partially shocked, this was the first time she had said it directly to his face.
"Darling?" Mia questioned gently shaking his arm.
Erik snapped out of his daze. "My apologies, my mind was elsewhere. What brings you to the third cellar?"
"I knew the Garnier Opera House had performed The Magic Flute before. I know this cellar is used to store old sets and props I just wanted to see if anything could be salvaged. However, it appears that all the sets are growing mold. As much as I hate to ask for more funding, I think it would be more logical than the cast and crew in its entirety becoming ill."
"A valid point. I'm sorry my dear, but the last performance of that opera was over two years ago, and it is rather damp here. Speaking of which I think it best we both return to a warmer shelter."
"Agreed." Mia smiled. "Home then?"
'Not yet,' Erik thought. 'But soon enough…'
Yea! Done! Sorry to say, but this story is wrapping up! Don't worry I don't plan to end without at least one more cliffy and a good Epilogue. We had so many reviews! Dare I say we may make it to 250?
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