Disclaimer: Disclaimers try my patience. I don't own anything, get used to it! I'm sorry there hasn't been an update in a long long while. I've been going through a difficult period in my life-it seems I've given up most phantom rpg, everything (and for those that I just dropped from without a trace, I am sorry. I owe you all a big apology and an explanation.). I was able to put up some stories here, one about Meg I believe. It seems my heart has gone out of a lot of things...but my love for phantom is always there. No, I don't own phantom. I only own about 5 cents, a cat, and a bunch of books and cds. Anything else…well that's up for grabs I guess.
"It's impossible. Christine. Go back to your world above, they'll kill you if you stay." Erik muttered, begging her with all the energy he had left. He had not believed her, judged her most cruel-and she still stayed like some angel with beacons of hope.
She ran to him and clutched her hands on his shoulders, shaking him until he looked into her wild and frantic eyes. "Don't you understand Erik! If I go above, it would be like killing myself! I can't live without you! I love you!!!" She gasped and crumbled to the ground, letting go of him in her fall. Christine could not breathe, the room felt so small all at once and restricting-the world was swirling around her and all she could see was Erik's shock.
For a moment there was silence-unbelievable silence. She covered her mouth-taken away with what she had never been able to say before in her lifetime. Was she truly worthy of him now and would Raoul forgive her? Her body trembled as if it wished to fold itself into halves inside.
Erik moaned softly, for fear that this was a dream and he would never wake up. The poor child had admitted that she loved him. Her eyes were wide, her breathing frantic as a hummingbirds wing. Afraid to cry, afraid to move…
Afraid to feel. His eyes watered with the swelling of emotions in him, for once she had said that, he knew that she could never leave him. She wanted him, wanted to risk death for him, and what person that had ever crossed his path had ever wanted so much? Could she accept him for what he was, a being who laid his life at her feet?
She chuckled once she got breath again, hiccupping in her distress. "I'm not leaving. Never. I love you." She stood and put her arms around him, sighing as her body calmed and grew still. "And we'll find away to be together."
"Not even my mother would touch me, except to hit me." He muttered again, holding himself in from her soothing touch.
"I won't hit you Erik." She rocked him in her arms until he softened and held her tightly. She had missed such contact so much that she could hardly guess what it would be like to live without it for most of her life as he had.
"They'll be coming soon, I know they will, after what I've done." Erik said softly, his breath haggard and heavy, as he voiced his thoughts out loud. "What shall we do?"
Christine noticed how he almost whimpered and bit her lip. "Aren't there several hiding spots inside your home? Surely, there would be."
Erik thought carefully. "I know of one-that can hide us very well. Nadir has no idea that it exists. It is without light, but it should hide us rather well until they leave. "
Christine shuddered, thinking of the dark, how closed in spaces scared her to pieces. But it wouldn't be that scary if she had someone near, she thought. She resolved herself on the issue and nodded, picking up the cat while Erik gathered an extra blanket or two and showed her his secret place.
Christine cuddled with the cat, trying her best to remain calm. It was a rectangular cave shaped room no bigger than a closet, that smelled of mold and dust. She sneezed, frightening Ayesha who ran into the darkness with a loud protest. She took one of the blankets from him and covered herself completely in it and then paused, looking at the darkness with apprehension. How long would they have to stay in here? He pushed her forward and she groped along the walls and sat, trying to close her eyes and not think about the dark. "Erik?"
He could barely breathe, still in a daze over what she admitted. She nestled her body next to his out of want of warmth and comfort. "What is it?"
"Are there…", Christine gathered her breath, "rats in here?" She heard a mouse squeak and she gulped, hoping that one wouldn't crawl on her.
He could not help but chuckle at her distress. "And what if there were other sorts of detestable things in here? What if there were spiders?"
She whimpered at the thought of all the black disgusting spiders that might be where they had to hide. She could almost see his arched eyebrow in the air, poised to mock her. "Don't talk like that. It isn't in the remote bit hilarious."
"Oh but it is my dear, it truly is. To think that a poor spider couldn't live because it merely resided with you. Within ten feet of you. A spider is harmless, unless you step on it, and it is a remarkable insect, don't you think? Of course you wouldn't agree with me. Do you know I heard once that even elephants are afraid of mice?"
"I don't think I care if they do or not. I'm hardly comparable to an elephant. Besides, I have the cat with us, and she'll take care of me. " She reasoned triumphantly, giving Ayesha a soft pat on her soft head.
"And to think yesterday she would have spat in your direction." He said teasingly, hearing her gasp.
"Well whom she makes friends with is most certainly her business, is it not? Maybe she likes me now!" She crossed her arms and sighed.
"She has every reason to like you, my dear."
Christine smiled out of contentment and felt Ayesha's warm body curl up near her side. Whatever she had done to win the feline's trust, she wouldn't betray it. She could very well remember the days where she had been half tempted to mutter curses at Ayesha, when Ayesha would strike out and hiss at her. Could it be that she would only accept Christine when she had shown affection and love to Erik as well? Christine appreciatively patted Ayesha's soft fur.
Ayesha meowed and clawed at Christine's skirts until she had realized what the cat had been playing with earlier in the living room. She could barely make out what it was. A small onyx ring, one that had known Christine's hand before, before she knew what it really meant to wear it. She picked it up from Ayesha, stopping a minute to stroke the small feline body. Christine could barely swallow, her throat was constricted with anxiety over what Erik might say. After all, there had been a time when that ring had occupied her finger out of anger, a bond that was forced.
"Erik…did Ayesha take something from your pocket?" She asked cautiously.
Erik took the small ring out of curiosity , his eyes narrowing as he focused on it. "When did she get that from me?"
"I'm not sure but .."
"It belongs to you, Christine." Erik the ring and put it back inside her palm, her warm fingers so different from his cold skeletal hand. The ring reminded him too much of that night when he had put it upon her finger, only to have her reveal him to Paris. If the child could but see what hope she had given to him in the last few hours, then maybe she would agree to wear it again.
Christine stayed silent, feeling the ring warm, unsure of what to say. She yawned, very sure it could be near midnight. She leaned up against the wall, a cat cuddled near her, and Erik to keep her safe. She knew he would keep watch until they could escape.
"They'll kill us or each other. I simply won't allow it." Mme.Giry said firmly, speaking with Firmin and Nadir when he had arrived. Mme.Giry knew her course when she saw the marks upon the Persians neck, and his terrified look in his eyes. They had failed.
"No no Madame, we must not do this!" Nadir shouted. "You've no earthly idea how they care about each other! This is madness! For what we did to them we deserve it, Madame."
Meg stood in the room silently, fuming. She had bared the brunt of Christine's tears, had seen that Christine slipped into herself a little more each day since Erik had disappeared. Her anger at the situation, and people's ignorance only fueled her need to speak. Crossing her arms, she silently prayed that Erik and Christine were out of here for good, and for their own sake.
"Mother," Meg said calmly, going up to her and putting a hand on her mother's shoulder, "we can't do this. Erik won't harm her."
"How do you know he's not already killed her?"
"You are talking as if you're mad mother. You happen to know better. In fact, as you always used to scold me, You're Old enough now to know better. And now you've seen how Christine fell into despair over Erik and how she defied you to see him again. You saw what folly your scheme to keep them apart really was, and if you haven't, I'm sure you will soon. At last there is some happiness in this world, and I am not stopping it. "
"You've no idea what you are saying!" Mme.Giry barely whispered out of urgency.
"I'll prove it to you that they're happy. I'll go down to the lair myself and get a letter from Christine telling you so. That's how much I love you and don't want to see you, make a fool out of yourself." Meg gathered her thoughts and winked at the stunned audience she had in the room.
"Good bye Mother. I'll return shortly, and don't bother to follow me." She warned, "And neither should the rest of you. I never thought any of you had a lick of sense in the lot of you. Now I know it."
the updates are for Kiki…who reviewed this this morning and …told me to get on with it. I can't tell you how much everyone's reviews have meant to me, I love to write it's just my heart has been out of it lately. Review everyone that wants to, I'd love hearing from you!
"It's impossible. Christine. Go back to your world above, they'll kill you if you stay." Erik muttered, begging her with all the energy he had left. He had not believed her, judged her most cruel-and she still stayed like some angel with beacons of hope.
She ran to him and clutched her hands on his shoulders, shaking him until he looked into her wild and frantic eyes. "Don't you understand Erik! If I go above, it would be like killing myself! I can't live without you! I love you!!!" She gasped and crumbled to the ground, letting go of him in her fall. Christine could not breathe, the room felt so small all at once and restricting-the world was swirling around her and all she could see was Erik's shock.
For a moment there was silence-unbelievable silence. She covered her mouth-taken away with what she had never been able to say before in her lifetime. Was she truly worthy of him now and would Raoul forgive her? Her body trembled as if it wished to fold itself into halves inside.
Erik moaned softly, for fear that this was a dream and he would never wake up. The poor child had admitted that she loved him. Her eyes were wide, her breathing frantic as a hummingbirds wing. Afraid to cry, afraid to move…
Afraid to feel. His eyes watered with the swelling of emotions in him, for once she had said that, he knew that she could never leave him. She wanted him, wanted to risk death for him, and what person that had ever crossed his path had ever wanted so much? Could she accept him for what he was, a being who laid his life at her feet?
She chuckled once she got breath again, hiccupping in her distress. "I'm not leaving. Never. I love you." She stood and put her arms around him, sighing as her body calmed and grew still. "And we'll find away to be together."
"Not even my mother would touch me, except to hit me." He muttered again, holding himself in from her soothing touch.
"I won't hit you Erik." She rocked him in her arms until he softened and held her tightly. She had missed such contact so much that she could hardly guess what it would be like to live without it for most of her life as he had.
"They'll be coming soon, I know they will, after what I've done." Erik said softly, his breath haggard and heavy, as he voiced his thoughts out loud. "What shall we do?"
Christine noticed how he almost whimpered and bit her lip. "Aren't there several hiding spots inside your home? Surely, there would be."
Erik thought carefully. "I know of one-that can hide us very well. Nadir has no idea that it exists. It is without light, but it should hide us rather well until they leave. "
Christine shuddered, thinking of the dark, how closed in spaces scared her to pieces. But it wouldn't be that scary if she had someone near, she thought. She resolved herself on the issue and nodded, picking up the cat while Erik gathered an extra blanket or two and showed her his secret place.
Christine cuddled with the cat, trying her best to remain calm. It was a rectangular cave shaped room no bigger than a closet, that smelled of mold and dust. She sneezed, frightening Ayesha who ran into the darkness with a loud protest. She took one of the blankets from him and covered herself completely in it and then paused, looking at the darkness with apprehension. How long would they have to stay in here? He pushed her forward and she groped along the walls and sat, trying to close her eyes and not think about the dark. "Erik?"
He could barely breathe, still in a daze over what she admitted. She nestled her body next to his out of want of warmth and comfort. "What is it?"
"Are there…", Christine gathered her breath, "rats in here?" She heard a mouse squeak and she gulped, hoping that one wouldn't crawl on her.
He could not help but chuckle at her distress. "And what if there were other sorts of detestable things in here? What if there were spiders?"
She whimpered at the thought of all the black disgusting spiders that might be where they had to hide. She could almost see his arched eyebrow in the air, poised to mock her. "Don't talk like that. It isn't in the remote bit hilarious."
"Oh but it is my dear, it truly is. To think that a poor spider couldn't live because it merely resided with you. Within ten feet of you. A spider is harmless, unless you step on it, and it is a remarkable insect, don't you think? Of course you wouldn't agree with me. Do you know I heard once that even elephants are afraid of mice?"
"I don't think I care if they do or not. I'm hardly comparable to an elephant. Besides, I have the cat with us, and she'll take care of me. " She reasoned triumphantly, giving Ayesha a soft pat on her soft head.
"And to think yesterday she would have spat in your direction." He said teasingly, hearing her gasp.
"Well whom she makes friends with is most certainly her business, is it not? Maybe she likes me now!" She crossed her arms and sighed.
"She has every reason to like you, my dear."
Christine smiled out of contentment and felt Ayesha's warm body curl up near her side. Whatever she had done to win the feline's trust, she wouldn't betray it. She could very well remember the days where she had been half tempted to mutter curses at Ayesha, when Ayesha would strike out and hiss at her. Could it be that she would only accept Christine when she had shown affection and love to Erik as well? Christine appreciatively patted Ayesha's soft fur.
Ayesha meowed and clawed at Christine's skirts until she had realized what the cat had been playing with earlier in the living room. She could barely make out what it was. A small onyx ring, one that had known Christine's hand before, before she knew what it really meant to wear it. She picked it up from Ayesha, stopping a minute to stroke the small feline body. Christine could barely swallow, her throat was constricted with anxiety over what Erik might say. After all, there had been a time when that ring had occupied her finger out of anger, a bond that was forced.
"Erik…did Ayesha take something from your pocket?" She asked cautiously.
Erik took the small ring out of curiosity , his eyes narrowing as he focused on it. "When did she get that from me?"
"I'm not sure but .."
"It belongs to you, Christine." Erik the ring and put it back inside her palm, her warm fingers so different from his cold skeletal hand. The ring reminded him too much of that night when he had put it upon her finger, only to have her reveal him to Paris. If the child could but see what hope she had given to him in the last few hours, then maybe she would agree to wear it again.
Christine stayed silent, feeling the ring warm, unsure of what to say. She yawned, very sure it could be near midnight. She leaned up against the wall, a cat cuddled near her, and Erik to keep her safe. She knew he would keep watch until they could escape.
"They'll kill us or each other. I simply won't allow it." Mme.Giry said firmly, speaking with Firmin and Nadir when he had arrived. Mme.Giry knew her course when she saw the marks upon the Persians neck, and his terrified look in his eyes. They had failed.
"No no Madame, we must not do this!" Nadir shouted. "You've no earthly idea how they care about each other! This is madness! For what we did to them we deserve it, Madame."
Meg stood in the room silently, fuming. She had bared the brunt of Christine's tears, had seen that Christine slipped into herself a little more each day since Erik had disappeared. Her anger at the situation, and people's ignorance only fueled her need to speak. Crossing her arms, she silently prayed that Erik and Christine were out of here for good, and for their own sake.
"Mother," Meg said calmly, going up to her and putting a hand on her mother's shoulder, "we can't do this. Erik won't harm her."
"How do you know he's not already killed her?"
"You are talking as if you're mad mother. You happen to know better. In fact, as you always used to scold me, You're Old enough now to know better. And now you've seen how Christine fell into despair over Erik and how she defied you to see him again. You saw what folly your scheme to keep them apart really was, and if you haven't, I'm sure you will soon. At last there is some happiness in this world, and I am not stopping it. "
"You've no idea what you are saying!" Mme.Giry barely whispered out of urgency.
"I'll prove it to you that they're happy. I'll go down to the lair myself and get a letter from Christine telling you so. That's how much I love you and don't want to see you, make a fool out of yourself." Meg gathered her thoughts and winked at the stunned audience she had in the room.
"Good bye Mother. I'll return shortly, and don't bother to follow me." She warned, "And neither should the rest of you. I never thought any of you had a lick of sense in the lot of you. Now I know it."
the updates are for Kiki…who reviewed this this morning and …told me to get on with it. I can't tell you how much everyone's reviews have meant to me, I love to write it's just my heart has been out of it lately. Review everyone that wants to, I'd love hearing from you!