"BANG!!!!!"
The shot made both Erik and Christine break up their kiss. They both of them looked up to A-deck just to see a furious Raoul.
- Are you mad, monsieur? the Captain asked and tried to calm down Raoul a bit, without any succeeding.
Another shot came from the pistol and it hitted a sailor in the chest. Raoul took the stairs next to the balcony down to B-deck.
Erik and Christine could only run.
- Monsieur le vicomte! the Captain shouted. - Stay were you are!
But Raoul didn't obey, he ran after them, angry like thunder itself.
- Get a doctor and try to get the vicomte too!! the Captain shouted to the other men.
* * *
Raoul ran after Erik and Christine into the dining-room.
He shot four more times and broke some furniture, but missed the two of them.
Women were screaming in panic.
Erik and Christine was running with Raoul after them, Raoul was running with the Captain and five other men after him.
At last he was out of bullets, he stopped and the men behind him caught him.
- You little trash! he screamed to Christine. - And you, you freak, if I ever get out from this I will kill you both!
- Monsieur le vicomte, you're going to spend the rest of your in prison for the murder of the sailor Luis de Lancret, a guard behind him said.
Erik hugged Christine to him, she hid her face in his chest and she could feel how her eyes became wet.
- It's over now, dear, Erik said his hand moving up and down her back.
- I was so scared, she said and looked up at him. - You're not shot, are you? she asked later.
- No, God wouldn't be that mean. Christine, I love you, and we have each other. He took her face in his hands and brushed away her tears with his fingers. - And to me, that's all that matters.
- Yes, we have each other, she smiled and kissed him.
- Excuse me, monsieur Dequense, the Captain said to Erik. - I hope you two are not hurt, would you like to explain to me a little bit.
Erik looked at Christine.
- This, monsieur le Captain, is my fiancée, Erik said and Christine looked up at him in wonder.
- I see, the Captain said and smiled. - Take care of you two, you will be in England quite early tomorrow.
Erik and Christine went to Eriks suite.
- Fiancée? Christine asked when Erik closed the door behind them.
- Yes, that is, of course, if you want to, he said.
Christine blushed and lowered her face to the floor.
Erik came toward her and lowered himself on his knees, then took her left hand in his hands.
- Christine, darling, will you marry me? he asked and took out a little gold-ring from his pocket.
Christines eyes filled with tears, once again, as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
She burst out crying.
- Yes! she cried and threw her arms around his neck.
* * *
After a month in England, they returned to Paris.
Erik and Christine now lived in a big house in the country, they had became very wealthy since Eriks music had been a huge success in the opera.
They sat together in the garden in a rocker with their arms around each other, watching the sunset.
- Mum, Dad? a little voice asked them.
Erik took up their daughter in his knee, they sat there till the sun came down and the moon rose.
Their daughter had fallen asleep in Eriks knee.
- Oh, Satine, Christine sighed and caressed the childs cheek. - She is so beautiful.
- Just like her mother, Erik said. They gave each other a kiss, then went into the house.
The End
Authors note: I know that I was stealing a little bit from "Titanic", but I have always longed to put Erik and Christine in a famous, romantic story. And now it worked. When I write my fictions, I usually have calm and romantic music in the background, but the music I had in the background to this fic was Michael Jacksons "Smooth criminal" and it turned out that the inspirations really poured out.
The shot made both Erik and Christine break up their kiss. They both of them looked up to A-deck just to see a furious Raoul.
- Are you mad, monsieur? the Captain asked and tried to calm down Raoul a bit, without any succeeding.
Another shot came from the pistol and it hitted a sailor in the chest. Raoul took the stairs next to the balcony down to B-deck.
Erik and Christine could only run.
- Monsieur le vicomte! the Captain shouted. - Stay were you are!
But Raoul didn't obey, he ran after them, angry like thunder itself.
- Get a doctor and try to get the vicomte too!! the Captain shouted to the other men.
* * *
Raoul ran after Erik and Christine into the dining-room.
He shot four more times and broke some furniture, but missed the two of them.
Women were screaming in panic.
Erik and Christine was running with Raoul after them, Raoul was running with the Captain and five other men after him.
At last he was out of bullets, he stopped and the men behind him caught him.
- You little trash! he screamed to Christine. - And you, you freak, if I ever get out from this I will kill you both!
- Monsieur le vicomte, you're going to spend the rest of your in prison for the murder of the sailor Luis de Lancret, a guard behind him said.
Erik hugged Christine to him, she hid her face in his chest and she could feel how her eyes became wet.
- It's over now, dear, Erik said his hand moving up and down her back.
- I was so scared, she said and looked up at him. - You're not shot, are you? she asked later.
- No, God wouldn't be that mean. Christine, I love you, and we have each other. He took her face in his hands and brushed away her tears with his fingers. - And to me, that's all that matters.
- Yes, we have each other, she smiled and kissed him.
- Excuse me, monsieur Dequense, the Captain said to Erik. - I hope you two are not hurt, would you like to explain to me a little bit.
Erik looked at Christine.
- This, monsieur le Captain, is my fiancée, Erik said and Christine looked up at him in wonder.
- I see, the Captain said and smiled. - Take care of you two, you will be in England quite early tomorrow.
Erik and Christine went to Eriks suite.
- Fiancée? Christine asked when Erik closed the door behind them.
- Yes, that is, of course, if you want to, he said.
Christine blushed and lowered her face to the floor.
Erik came toward her and lowered himself on his knees, then took her left hand in his hands.
- Christine, darling, will you marry me? he asked and took out a little gold-ring from his pocket.
Christines eyes filled with tears, once again, as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
She burst out crying.
- Yes! she cried and threw her arms around his neck.
* * *
After a month in England, they returned to Paris.
Erik and Christine now lived in a big house in the country, they had became very wealthy since Eriks music had been a huge success in the opera.
They sat together in the garden in a rocker with their arms around each other, watching the sunset.
- Mum, Dad? a little voice asked them.
Erik took up their daughter in his knee, they sat there till the sun came down and the moon rose.
Their daughter had fallen asleep in Eriks knee.
- Oh, Satine, Christine sighed and caressed the childs cheek. - She is so beautiful.
- Just like her mother, Erik said. They gave each other a kiss, then went into the house.
The End
Authors note: I know that I was stealing a little bit from "Titanic", but I have always longed to put Erik and Christine in a famous, romantic story. And now it worked. When I write my fictions, I usually have calm and romantic music in the background, but the music I had in the background to this fic was Michael Jacksons "Smooth criminal" and it turned out that the inspirations really poured out.