Disclaimer: No..I do not own any Phantom of the Opera characters, but yet
again, Lillian is mine.
A/N: Hello all..first, thank you to my reviewers. I just hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry it has been taking awhile for me to update.
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How horrible can one get? I have treated someone I love more that anything else in the world, like dirt; the dirt that rich snobs ride across everyday. Oh, how I ache from what I have done. I swore I would never treat her so wrongly. Christine. Christine..
I feel more miserable than ever. I truly love her still. I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I must amend things with her. So I shall. I can't live with the fact that I hurt her. Today I shall try to make amends with the whole situation.
Getting up and dressed has never been a problem for me. I quickly grabbed my fedora and cloak and once again set foot into the world.
I did enjoy the carriage ride from the opera to the de Chagny estate. I remember the first time I set foot in it. That was the day my life changed and I knew I would see Christine once again.
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"So we have an understanding than Erik?" Raoul asked me in the office of his home.
"Yes." I replied.
"Soon enough I will tell Christine. You know that she will have to see you eventually. I don't want her finding out from anyone else that you are working for me. Soon this will all be over and you may go back to serving others or you could return to being a creature of the underworld. I am sure the second way is best. You may now see yourself out."
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Oh, how I wanted nothing more than two wrap my hands around his throat at that very moment!
As the carriage came to a halt I asked the driver to wait a moment. I walked up the stairs to front of the estate and knocked on the door. The maid who so often answered the door greeted me.
"Oh, Monsieur D'Loncre, she said, "..did you need to see Monsieur de Chagny?"
"No, not today. I need to see his wife." I replied.
"Alright, that is a good thing I suppose since Monsieur de Chagny left this morning for a business trip." she said. Does he leave often? I had to wonder. If he left she may not have said anything to him then.
She excused herself and I waited patiently by the door. I heard a door close and then the maid, whom I believed to be called Lillian, came down the stairs to tell me she would be right down. I thanked her and looked out the window to see the carriage man looking very impatient.
"Monsieur." I heard from behind me. I turned quickly to see Christine standing there. She seemed paler and her eyes were very red.
"Christine." I said in a whisper. I ran up to her and took her hands in mine and said in a whisper, "Please forgive me for last night. I do not know what came over me. You know I would never treat you as I did."
"It's alright..Erik." she replied and I just smiled to try to make her feel better.
"Would you please come with me to lunch?" I asked. She only nodded and took her hands out of mine to get her cloak. She told her maid she would be back later and I escorted her out.
The carriage man looked so happy to finally see me appear. I gave him directions to a café in Paris, fore I didn't know any place in London. The carriage ride was silent and all Christine did was stare out her window.
When we finally came to the café and ordered something to eat, did I bring up some kind of conversation.
"The Vicomte is on a business trip?" I asked. She just nodded and stared at the table. I asked her how long and she only shrugged.
"Oh, please Christine! I am trying!" I said practically pleading for her to say something. Our food came at this moment to, which paused her, but she spoke.
"Do you know how right you were? she said. "You were right about everything you said last night. I have become one of those upper class snobs I just know it. I left everything I loved just for it. But it wasn't for that. It was for Raoul."
To me, it seemed as if she for saying it more to herself than to me, but she went on.
"I miss the opera so much. I miss my friends. I miss singing." She looked up at me and I swallowed hard. "I miss you, Erik."
I touched her hand with mine. "Christine, you know I miss you too. I hate that I have been living with out you. You must know that you are not a rich snob. To me, you are still a perfect angel."
Tears ran down her face. But, what was I doing? I have been trying to keep away from loving her; I couldn't bare to be hurt again. Although, being this close to her, makes it worth it.
"Erik, could we please go?" she asked.
"Of course. Where?" She seemed like she had an answer but was afraid to say it.
"The Opera House?" I asked. She nodded. I paid our bill and got up to leave.
The carriage ride was again quiet. The walk down through the Opera House was just as the same. She just held onto my hand as I guided her through the passageway.
When we arrived in the lair I took her cloak and hung it up. I lit a fire in the fireplace so she wouldn't be too cold, it did get quite chilly in the lair. She walked over to the sofa, sat down, and stared into the fire.
After I hung up my own cloak and fedora, I sat next to her. She was the first one to speak, but still kept her gave towards the fire.
"Erik, do you still love me?" she asked. My heart skipped a beat. Of course I did. But..how would she respond if I said yes? "I know I must have hurt you a great deal when I fled the opera."
"In all honesty Christine, yes, I was heartbroken." I told her.
She closed her eyes, but then opened them to look at me. "Erik, I..I just.."
I brought my hand to her cheek and she rested on it. "Do you love me Erik?" she asked again. I couldn't bring myself to say the honest truth. "You do love me, I can see it in your eyes. You want me. You need me. I know that Erik because...I feel the same way." She kissed me fully on the lips. I couldn't believe it. I jumped up quickly.
"Christine...I couldn't, you couldn't." I said, but I admitted to myself how much wanted to. Was she saying what I think she is saying though?
She rose. "It's alright Erik." she said.
She walked over to me and placed her hand upon my mask. "Oh Erik, you must think I am crazy, but never in my life do I feel more confident." She took off my mask. I jumped and went to cover my face but before I could she took my hand away and held it in hers. I couldn't have been more shocked over what she did next..
Christine kissed that horrible side of my face. The side of my face that banned me from enjoying life. Without realizing it, her lips moved to cover mine. I couldn't help but return her kiss. "I love you, Christine." She pressed up against me and we encircled in a passionate embrace.
I could not take it anymore. I loved myself give in. I picked her up and carried her into her old bedroom, which was still the same. I lied her down and she looked up at me and smiled. She was everything I ever wanted in my life. She pulled me down on top of her and we enthralled in our lovemaking.
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I awoke the next morning to find Christine still in my arms. She looked like an angel. My experience with her was something I of course never experienced, but I had realized that she had obviously already down this with the Vicomte. The though left my mind quickly.
We shared so much love and passion through the night. It was something I had never wanted to end. Before Christine fell asleep, she said the words that made the night, the best one of my entire life. "I love you, Erik."
Christine soon woke up and smiled when she saw me. She leaned up to kiss me. "You have no idea how wonderful it is to wake up with someone you made love to." Of course she was talking about the Vicomte, and I couldn't help but smile at her little joke.
"Erik. I wish to lay with you forever, but I have been gone for many hours. I must get back before Raoul does something." She said and stood up to get dressed. I only nodded. I too got up and dressed.
When we were both dressed, we embraced for a long time. She then looked up to me, took my hand and brought me to the living room were she put on her cloak. I had forgotten that my mask was off so I went to retrieve it and put it back in its rightful place.
After both our cloaks were on, we took our long journey back to the opera. It was cold and chilly as usual.
When we reached a safe place for Christine to continue on her own, she kissed me, long and passionate. "Soon I hope to be with you again." She whispered when it was over. She began to walk away, but I grabbed her.
"Say it again." I told her. She looked very confused, but then she smiled and said, "I love you." And that, was that.
A/N: Hello all..first, thank you to my reviewers. I just hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry it has been taking awhile for me to update.
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How horrible can one get? I have treated someone I love more that anything else in the world, like dirt; the dirt that rich snobs ride across everyday. Oh, how I ache from what I have done. I swore I would never treat her so wrongly. Christine. Christine..
I feel more miserable than ever. I truly love her still. I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I must amend things with her. So I shall. I can't live with the fact that I hurt her. Today I shall try to make amends with the whole situation.
Getting up and dressed has never been a problem for me. I quickly grabbed my fedora and cloak and once again set foot into the world.
I did enjoy the carriage ride from the opera to the de Chagny estate. I remember the first time I set foot in it. That was the day my life changed and I knew I would see Christine once again.
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"So we have an understanding than Erik?" Raoul asked me in the office of his home.
"Yes." I replied.
"Soon enough I will tell Christine. You know that she will have to see you eventually. I don't want her finding out from anyone else that you are working for me. Soon this will all be over and you may go back to serving others or you could return to being a creature of the underworld. I am sure the second way is best. You may now see yourself out."
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Oh, how I wanted nothing more than two wrap my hands around his throat at that very moment!
As the carriage came to a halt I asked the driver to wait a moment. I walked up the stairs to front of the estate and knocked on the door. The maid who so often answered the door greeted me.
"Oh, Monsieur D'Loncre, she said, "..did you need to see Monsieur de Chagny?"
"No, not today. I need to see his wife." I replied.
"Alright, that is a good thing I suppose since Monsieur de Chagny left this morning for a business trip." she said. Does he leave often? I had to wonder. If he left she may not have said anything to him then.
She excused herself and I waited patiently by the door. I heard a door close and then the maid, whom I believed to be called Lillian, came down the stairs to tell me she would be right down. I thanked her and looked out the window to see the carriage man looking very impatient.
"Monsieur." I heard from behind me. I turned quickly to see Christine standing there. She seemed paler and her eyes were very red.
"Christine." I said in a whisper. I ran up to her and took her hands in mine and said in a whisper, "Please forgive me for last night. I do not know what came over me. You know I would never treat you as I did."
"It's alright..Erik." she replied and I just smiled to try to make her feel better.
"Would you please come with me to lunch?" I asked. She only nodded and took her hands out of mine to get her cloak. She told her maid she would be back later and I escorted her out.
The carriage man looked so happy to finally see me appear. I gave him directions to a café in Paris, fore I didn't know any place in London. The carriage ride was silent and all Christine did was stare out her window.
When we finally came to the café and ordered something to eat, did I bring up some kind of conversation.
"The Vicomte is on a business trip?" I asked. She just nodded and stared at the table. I asked her how long and she only shrugged.
"Oh, please Christine! I am trying!" I said practically pleading for her to say something. Our food came at this moment to, which paused her, but she spoke.
"Do you know how right you were? she said. "You were right about everything you said last night. I have become one of those upper class snobs I just know it. I left everything I loved just for it. But it wasn't for that. It was for Raoul."
To me, it seemed as if she for saying it more to herself than to me, but she went on.
"I miss the opera so much. I miss my friends. I miss singing." She looked up at me and I swallowed hard. "I miss you, Erik."
I touched her hand with mine. "Christine, you know I miss you too. I hate that I have been living with out you. You must know that you are not a rich snob. To me, you are still a perfect angel."
Tears ran down her face. But, what was I doing? I have been trying to keep away from loving her; I couldn't bare to be hurt again. Although, being this close to her, makes it worth it.
"Erik, could we please go?" she asked.
"Of course. Where?" She seemed like she had an answer but was afraid to say it.
"The Opera House?" I asked. She nodded. I paid our bill and got up to leave.
The carriage ride was again quiet. The walk down through the Opera House was just as the same. She just held onto my hand as I guided her through the passageway.
When we arrived in the lair I took her cloak and hung it up. I lit a fire in the fireplace so she wouldn't be too cold, it did get quite chilly in the lair. She walked over to the sofa, sat down, and stared into the fire.
After I hung up my own cloak and fedora, I sat next to her. She was the first one to speak, but still kept her gave towards the fire.
"Erik, do you still love me?" she asked. My heart skipped a beat. Of course I did. But..how would she respond if I said yes? "I know I must have hurt you a great deal when I fled the opera."
"In all honesty Christine, yes, I was heartbroken." I told her.
She closed her eyes, but then opened them to look at me. "Erik, I..I just.."
I brought my hand to her cheek and she rested on it. "Do you love me Erik?" she asked again. I couldn't bring myself to say the honest truth. "You do love me, I can see it in your eyes. You want me. You need me. I know that Erik because...I feel the same way." She kissed me fully on the lips. I couldn't believe it. I jumped up quickly.
"Christine...I couldn't, you couldn't." I said, but I admitted to myself how much wanted to. Was she saying what I think she is saying though?
She rose. "It's alright Erik." she said.
She walked over to me and placed her hand upon my mask. "Oh Erik, you must think I am crazy, but never in my life do I feel more confident." She took off my mask. I jumped and went to cover my face but before I could she took my hand away and held it in hers. I couldn't have been more shocked over what she did next..
Christine kissed that horrible side of my face. The side of my face that banned me from enjoying life. Without realizing it, her lips moved to cover mine. I couldn't help but return her kiss. "I love you, Christine." She pressed up against me and we encircled in a passionate embrace.
I could not take it anymore. I loved myself give in. I picked her up and carried her into her old bedroom, which was still the same. I lied her down and she looked up at me and smiled. She was everything I ever wanted in my life. She pulled me down on top of her and we enthralled in our lovemaking.
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I awoke the next morning to find Christine still in my arms. She looked like an angel. My experience with her was something I of course never experienced, but I had realized that she had obviously already down this with the Vicomte. The though left my mind quickly.
We shared so much love and passion through the night. It was something I had never wanted to end. Before Christine fell asleep, she said the words that made the night, the best one of my entire life. "I love you, Erik."
Christine soon woke up and smiled when she saw me. She leaned up to kiss me. "You have no idea how wonderful it is to wake up with someone you made love to." Of course she was talking about the Vicomte, and I couldn't help but smile at her little joke.
"Erik. I wish to lay with you forever, but I have been gone for many hours. I must get back before Raoul does something." She said and stood up to get dressed. I only nodded. I too got up and dressed.
When we were both dressed, we embraced for a long time. She then looked up to me, took my hand and brought me to the living room were she put on her cloak. I had forgotten that my mask was off so I went to retrieve it and put it back in its rightful place.
After both our cloaks were on, we took our long journey back to the opera. It was cold and chilly as usual.
When we reached a safe place for Christine to continue on her own, she kissed me, long and passionate. "Soon I hope to be with you again." She whispered when it was over. She began to walk away, but I grabbed her.
"Say it again." I told her. She looked very confused, but then she smiled and said, "I love you." And that, was that.