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Chapter 18
(Erik)
I rushed into the kitchen where William and Rebecca were supposed to be and I instead found a note lying on the counter. I snatched it up expecting a threat from Paul or maybe the Vicomte but instead my blood froze to see William's own handwriting on the note. I glanced through its contents but didn't read it thoroughly. The letter was actually addressed to Jasmine but he knew the only way she would be able to hear the contents was out of my own mouth. Damn that boy to hell! Here I was thinking I was finally thinking I had gotten through to him and now….he does this. And on top of that he is going to make me the responsible one.
I sighed gripping the letter tightly in my hands. She wasn't going to like this and I knew this was going to be painful. William didn't exactly explain why he had stopped believing in his sister to take care of them but then again maybe the reason was staring me in the face. My heart broke to think that once again, I had come to ruin what had truly been happiness in my life.
I slowly went up the stairs to Jasmine's room Ev passing me. She had barely spoken to anybody since Elizabeth's death. Despite our worry though she seemed okay just not willing to speak. And I was suddenly afraid this was what was going to happen to Jasmine.
I slowly opened the door to her room and almost sighed with relief to see that she had fallen asleep. I gently went to her bedside and sat next to her. I gently stroked the top of her hand her skin soft and gentle to my touch. And then as I saw her lying there I was reminded of Christine. Lying there when she had collapsed in my lair. So peaceful and beautiful and I backed away afraid of my own feelings. I had not taken advantage of Christine that night and I would do no such thing here. But my mind could not help noticing the similiarities between the events. I had the best intentions for Jasmine and they were all backfiring. Maybe the best thing to do was to leave her before I hurt her like I did Christine. Even if my feelings for her had come to be stronger than those Christine…
I sat beside her and gently shook her, "Jasmine you need to walk up." Her eyes gently fluttered open and she scanned the room several times waiting for me to speak again. I almost lost my nerve as she did so, because I knew once I told her this, it would be over. And everything I had done would once again end in ruin.
"Erik?" she asked gently, "Are you here?"
Tears tried to force their way out but I would not let them. "Erik what's wrong?" she said her eyes now staring straight ahead.
"Its William and Rebecca," I said softly.
"What about them?" she said her voice desperate as she stared in my direction.
"They're gone," I said barely able to utter the words.
(Jasmine)
At first I just sat there unsure of what to do or say. Rebecca and William gone? "No," I said softly, "Please don't tell me that..." I began but he cut me off.
"No, its not Paul or even the Vicomte. It seems that William..." he began but he stopped midsentence and I could hear him fumble with something in his other hand. It sounded like the ruffling of paper. It was then I knew that it was a letter and I knew exactly who wrote it.
"He's gone to Madame Giry, hasn't he?" I said softly.
He was silent for several moments before answering, "Yes, yes he has."
I closed my eyes in frustration and hurt. He had actually done it. After all the years of abuse, violence, and loss he had now done it. He had left me and found someone more capable. I felt some tears skim down my cheeks but I didn't care. I had dreaded this day and the pain that came with it.
"Jasmine," Erik began but I held my hand up silencing him. I didn't want his words of pity and I didn't want his comfort right now. Because now I knew no matter what he said I knew it was my fault he had left.
"Please Erik, I just really want to be alone," I muttered turning from him. I felt his hand hover above my shoulder for a moment before it dropped. I felt his weight lift from the bed and I heard him walk towards the door his footsteps only pausing a moment before disappearing into the hallway the door closing behind him.
It was then that my tears emptied from the long held pool in my heart. Now what I had feared was truly happening. I was alone. My family was gone and everything I had ever wanted was disappearing from my grasp. Mother, Father, Elizabeth, now Rebecca and William. I lay down my heart aching and now more then ever I wished there was a force that could end my pitiful life.
(Erik)
I stormed down the stairs and out the door not caring. This boy had crossed the line for the last time. Of all the bull headed things to do why did he have to leave her here alone. I raced to the stables saddled one of the horses and took off onto the road the gentle breeze blowing my hair back. I quickly pulled up my cloak in case someone happened to pass on the road.
I looked up as thunder clapped a few miles off. The clouds were dark and stormy and I hurried my horses pace hoping to get back before the storm hit. As I entered Paris I began to wonder how the hell I was going to convince him back to the house. I knew he had been scared by the fact Paul had pointed a gun at Rebecca because of me but...
It was then I answered my own question. There was only one way he would go back. All the problems only held one thing in common. Me. I knew what I needed to do.
I raced into the Opera house as the first drops of rain began to fall but I didn't care. I waltzed in without thought or care and walked to the corridor which led to Madame Giryís chambers. I paused outside the door and listened inside.
"Are you sure about this boy?" a rough voice asked. I listened with alarm it was the rough voice of the gedarme that had invaded Jasmine's house a few weeks ago. The Vicomte must have had his own private army trying to find me.
"Yes, just so long as no more harm comes to my family," William answered back.
"Fine we will head to the house when the storm has abated," the voice answered. I then closed my eyes and sighed, I gripped the handle the last few weeks rushing through my mind. Jasmine's face, her warm brown eyes, her beautiful smile and her soft touch. I knew now that I would never see them again and that I would probably never meet someone like her again. "Good-bye," I muttered to myself before turning the handle and thrusting it open. I was met by the astonished eyes of Will, Rebecca, the gedarmes, Madame Giry, and worst of all the Vicomte. I smiled with the last ounce of confidence I had, "Gentleman. I believe you have been looking for me."
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