I saw my beloved Erik agian... for the SECOND time... on the big bright stage. I couldn't breathe before the show and people were looking at me oddly. It was really funny. Anyway, before the show I dreamt that an anouncement came on: "Ladies and Gentlemen, There will be a surprise guest Michael Crawford playing the Phantom this evening." I snapped up and looked around. But obviously it was all in my imagination. After all, Michael is on Broadway right now doing the show "Dance of the Vampires" which, by the way, was incredible so don't listen to the mean credics and go see it. So after the show when James Robnick (I always spell his name wrong. BTW, he is an INCREDIBLE phantom. The only bad thing about his preformance was his laugh... it was pretty bad except at the very end when he was laughing at the fop) came out and talked to the audiance I was laughing my ass off. Hr's so funny. Anyway, he was talking about the theater's donation program when he said: "And I will be signing autographs in the lobby". So oof course I though I was dreaming again. But it was true. I freaked out and ran to the lobby and I now have a signed playbill, framed, on my dresser. I also got to talk to the actress who plays Carlotta and you wont believe this but, she has a Southern accent. I was SO surprised. We talked and then I left. Even though I could live there forever. Anyway, Erik... I mean James gave me a ribbon and I wear it all the time.
Now that the authors notes have taken up half the page, I guess I will let you read the story now. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Does chaining him to your bed count as owning him?
Get OUT of Erik's head... NO the one on his shoulders, YOU SICK LITTLE MONKEY!!!
Christine had been waiting for Erik to come back. She was wearing one of her dresses, a blue one. She was told Darius, a rather kind man who made awful tea, had brought it for her early under Erik's instruction. Right after Erik had left, Nadir had come to his home. After not finding Erik, he told Christine he would be gone for several days on an emergency business trip. Nodding, she saw Darius and Nadir off, telling him that they would take care and watch his house.
Then she sat, stared at the fire, and waited. It seemed like only minutes but nearly three hours later, Erik stumbled through the door. Christine stood up immediately. He was not at all well, his face pale and drawn. He was also soaking wet and shivering.
"Erik, what happened?" Christine cried, alarmed.
He didn't respond only trembled and looked as though he were about to tip over. Quickly, she ushered him to the bed. Taking off his cloak and mask she laid him down. Grabbing many blankets, she started to cover him up. He fought against her and she hummed hoping to calm him. It seemed to work because he relaxed. That's when she realized that his wet clothes were still on. Taking off the blankets, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Blushing, she realized she had to take off his pants. She unbuttoned and unbuckled his pants before covering him from the waist down. Then she moved to the end of the bed where she removed his shoes and socks. She pulled his pants off but it got stuck. With a fierce tug, she flew back the pants coming with her. Smacking her head, she let out a low cry.
She got up quickly, rubbing her aching head. There was no way she could put clothes onto him and she didn't know if they had any for him here. Deciding quickly, she piled more blankets on top of him. She got up and filled a bowl with cold water, spreading it across his flushed cheeks and neck.
This went on for hours, him still under the fever. She never left his side except to change the water.
His eyes opened but his face was still warm. His sharp eyes were clouded over and he grabbed her.
"Mother?" he said.
She said nothing only touched his cheek.
"Mommy, please, can I have a kiss… I've been so good and I only want one… please, Mother!"
"Of course, Erik!" She kissed him repeatedly on the face. She cursed Erik's mother then for hurting Erik like this. "I love you, Erik. I love you."
She repeated this over and over, kissing him.
He fell back into sleep and she returned to changing the water. His fever broke hours later.
He woke only once. Upon his chest lay a sleeping angel, confused, he touched her cheek. It was as soft as he had hoped it to be. And he slept again.
It would be a day before he woke again, but the dawn held it's breath, smiling down at the young girl who found it in her to look beyond doubt, fear, and hatred. She looked behind the mask and she found what she had been looking for all this time. And the moon cradled them in a delicate hold, kissing both of their cheeks, whispering words of encouragement as it faded into day.
Now that the authors notes have taken up half the page, I guess I will let you read the story now. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Does chaining him to your bed count as owning him?
Get OUT of Erik's head... NO the one on his shoulders, YOU SICK LITTLE MONKEY!!!
Christine had been waiting for Erik to come back. She was wearing one of her dresses, a blue one. She was told Darius, a rather kind man who made awful tea, had brought it for her early under Erik's instruction. Right after Erik had left, Nadir had come to his home. After not finding Erik, he told Christine he would be gone for several days on an emergency business trip. Nodding, she saw Darius and Nadir off, telling him that they would take care and watch his house.
Then she sat, stared at the fire, and waited. It seemed like only minutes but nearly three hours later, Erik stumbled through the door. Christine stood up immediately. He was not at all well, his face pale and drawn. He was also soaking wet and shivering.
"Erik, what happened?" Christine cried, alarmed.
He didn't respond only trembled and looked as though he were about to tip over. Quickly, she ushered him to the bed. Taking off his cloak and mask she laid him down. Grabbing many blankets, she started to cover him up. He fought against her and she hummed hoping to calm him. It seemed to work because he relaxed. That's when she realized that his wet clothes were still on. Taking off the blankets, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Blushing, she realized she had to take off his pants. She unbuttoned and unbuckled his pants before covering him from the waist down. Then she moved to the end of the bed where she removed his shoes and socks. She pulled his pants off but it got stuck. With a fierce tug, she flew back the pants coming with her. Smacking her head, she let out a low cry.
She got up quickly, rubbing her aching head. There was no way she could put clothes onto him and she didn't know if they had any for him here. Deciding quickly, she piled more blankets on top of him. She got up and filled a bowl with cold water, spreading it across his flushed cheeks and neck.
This went on for hours, him still under the fever. She never left his side except to change the water.
His eyes opened but his face was still warm. His sharp eyes were clouded over and he grabbed her.
"Mother?" he said.
She said nothing only touched his cheek.
"Mommy, please, can I have a kiss… I've been so good and I only want one… please, Mother!"
"Of course, Erik!" She kissed him repeatedly on the face. She cursed Erik's mother then for hurting Erik like this. "I love you, Erik. I love you."
She repeated this over and over, kissing him.
He fell back into sleep and she returned to changing the water. His fever broke hours later.
He woke only once. Upon his chest lay a sleeping angel, confused, he touched her cheek. It was as soft as he had hoped it to be. And he slept again.
It would be a day before he woke again, but the dawn held it's breath, smiling down at the young girl who found it in her to look beyond doubt, fear, and hatred. She looked behind the mask and she found what she had been looking for all this time. And the moon cradled them in a delicate hold, kissing both of their cheeks, whispering words of encouragement as it faded into day.