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The Fate of the Heart
*christine*
"What's this? The Phantom of the Opera, caught off his guard?" She said with more courage than she felt. In fact, she felt weak just touching him. But she tried to hold hand steady as she removed it from his shoulder. She felt herself sway as she let go; she had been using it as a support. Gathering up the last of her energy, she let him turn around on his own. He didn't though, and for a second, she though he would walk away from her. Or kill her with his back turned, never knowing it was her. Or...
Different scenarios went through her head, and while she was thinking, he slowly turned around, and she found herself looking straight into his eyes. She felt her knees grow so weak she almost reached out for him, but she had decided before to not let him see her broken and beat, as she was now. But her emotions were so mixed up at that moment that she had no idea what she was doing. The only thing she knew to do was keep looking into his eyes.
The shock of her presence was visible though his mask. And as he took her in, she saw his eyes mist over with hidden passion that could hide no longer.
A tear escaped her eye. He reached out with one hand, and slowly wiped it away from her cheek. It felt like he was wiping away the pain from her heart as well.
It was then that she saw his love... and it was then that he saw her blood.
*erik*
He had hoped and prayed in that instant before he turned around that it would be her. Closing his eyes, he turned around, not knowing if he faced friend, foe, or angel. As he opened his eyes, he saw her, the one who had haunted his dreams with the kiss she had given him three weeks before. The feelings he had been beating down for weeks suddenly came spilling out. He somehow held back his other emotions, and let shock take over. He saw that she had started to cry. Acting on instinct, he cautiously let a hand stray to her cheek and wipe the tear away.
As he did that, he let his eyes finally break from hers and wander up and down her body. He was so transfixed with her gaze that it wasn't until then that he finally saw the bruises that were spread over her body like a disease. There was blood oozing from her shoulder and it looked like she had a mild concussion. He looked at her, and realized she was cradling her left arm, and breathing with effort. One of her ribs was broken, he diagnosed. It was a wonder she was still standing.
He felt anger rushing through his veins, the homicidal urge that he so often felt, and knew that whoever had done this to his petit Ange would surely pay by the time the night was done. "Christine?" He asked. The name sounded so sweet on his tongue. He had never thought he would be so blessed as to say it to her again. "Mon cher, doux enfant, ce qui est arrivé à vous?"
Instead of answering, she dropped into his arms, unconscious...
Translations: petit Ange - little angel "Mon cher, doux enfant, ce qui est arrivé à vous?" - "my dear, sweet child, what has happened to you?"
I donno if I like this chapter or not, and sorry 'bout the short chapter, but the food and the homework call my name... but no worries! More to come soon!!!
The Fate of the Heart
*christine*
"What's this? The Phantom of the Opera, caught off his guard?" She said with more courage than she felt. In fact, she felt weak just touching him. But she tried to hold hand steady as she removed it from his shoulder. She felt herself sway as she let go; she had been using it as a support. Gathering up the last of her energy, she let him turn around on his own. He didn't though, and for a second, she though he would walk away from her. Or kill her with his back turned, never knowing it was her. Or...
Different scenarios went through her head, and while she was thinking, he slowly turned around, and she found herself looking straight into his eyes. She felt her knees grow so weak she almost reached out for him, but she had decided before to not let him see her broken and beat, as she was now. But her emotions were so mixed up at that moment that she had no idea what she was doing. The only thing she knew to do was keep looking into his eyes.
The shock of her presence was visible though his mask. And as he took her in, she saw his eyes mist over with hidden passion that could hide no longer.
A tear escaped her eye. He reached out with one hand, and slowly wiped it away from her cheek. It felt like he was wiping away the pain from her heart as well.
It was then that she saw his love... and it was then that he saw her blood.
*erik*
He had hoped and prayed in that instant before he turned around that it would be her. Closing his eyes, he turned around, not knowing if he faced friend, foe, or angel. As he opened his eyes, he saw her, the one who had haunted his dreams with the kiss she had given him three weeks before. The feelings he had been beating down for weeks suddenly came spilling out. He somehow held back his other emotions, and let shock take over. He saw that she had started to cry. Acting on instinct, he cautiously let a hand stray to her cheek and wipe the tear away.
As he did that, he let his eyes finally break from hers and wander up and down her body. He was so transfixed with her gaze that it wasn't until then that he finally saw the bruises that were spread over her body like a disease. There was blood oozing from her shoulder and it looked like she had a mild concussion. He looked at her, and realized she was cradling her left arm, and breathing with effort. One of her ribs was broken, he diagnosed. It was a wonder she was still standing.
He felt anger rushing through his veins, the homicidal urge that he so often felt, and knew that whoever had done this to his petit Ange would surely pay by the time the night was done. "Christine?" He asked. The name sounded so sweet on his tongue. He had never thought he would be so blessed as to say it to her again. "Mon cher, doux enfant, ce qui est arrivé à vous?"
Instead of answering, she dropped into his arms, unconscious...
Translations: petit Ange - little angel "Mon cher, doux enfant, ce qui est arrivé à vous?" - "my dear, sweet child, what has happened to you?"
I donno if I like this chapter or not, and sorry 'bout the short chapter, but the food and the homework call my name... but no worries! More to come soon!!!