A/N: Thanks again for the reviews guys. I don't know what kind of story I'm
going to after this. I'm open to suggestions...really really open!
Christina lay peacefully sleeping in her bed. Sunlight shone into her room, casting away the dark shadows that had been there the night before. Her eyes fluttered open. Her blind eyes filtered in the light, but none of it shone in her vision. She suddenly felt the slight pressure of something around her neck. Her hand moved to touch the object. It was a delicate chain, and hanging on it was a ring. There was something etched on it. How it had gotten there she did not know. Then the memories flooded back to her. Erik! It hadn't been a dream after all! She shuddered with the realization.
Erik lay exhausted on a flat bed in a dark corner of the lair. It was small, but comfortable. It had to be if he was to sleep there each night for eternity or however long he had left. He had bought it from a highly skilled furniture maker. All through letter agreement of course. His eyes closed as the weariness. He had entered Christina's dreams uninvited of course, but he had sensed her turmoil from afar. He had been an onlooker of her dreams many times, and had not let his presence be known. This time however her dreams of hell had mirrored his past and he felt anxiety welling up in her. Her sobs had shaken him to enter her subconscious. It had taken much of his energy to be there. But it had been worth it. So he had sung to her. He didn't remember when he had truly sung sincerely. His past vocal endeavors had been sickening devilish. Now he remembered what it was like to truly sing, to have the song well up in your heart and come bursting through triumphantly. The gift he had given her, ring that hung on a necklace had been a token from his heart. He had not forced the rose etched ring on Christina's finger like had been done so long ago with her grandmother. He had given it to her on a chain, so that she might have a choice, and not be forced into making a decision. In truth, if she took the ring off the chain and placed it on her ring finger, than she would be making a declaration of love. If she kept the ring on the chain she would just be being kind and wearing it as if it was a gift from a friend. He sighed with heavy calm. Whatever she did he could always love her, even from afar if necessary.
Christina sat up straighter in her favorite chair by the window. The winter moon shone through her open balcony window. The white silky curtains had been pulled back and were slowly doing their own strange dance in the wind. A heavy quilt graced her shoulders. Her servants were not taking any chances on her getting worse, but she had insisted she needed to feel the night air. She dared not go to sleep again. The thought of Erik coming to her in her dreams was an unsettling one. She fingered the ring. It had been an intimate gift to give her. She knew what it meant. She could not face him right now. She had to think deeply about her decision. Did she truly love him, or was it just an attraction to the unseen. She prayed she would make the right choice. She prayed her heart would make the right choice.
Christina lay peacefully sleeping in her bed. Sunlight shone into her room, casting away the dark shadows that had been there the night before. Her eyes fluttered open. Her blind eyes filtered in the light, but none of it shone in her vision. She suddenly felt the slight pressure of something around her neck. Her hand moved to touch the object. It was a delicate chain, and hanging on it was a ring. There was something etched on it. How it had gotten there she did not know. Then the memories flooded back to her. Erik! It hadn't been a dream after all! She shuddered with the realization.
Erik lay exhausted on a flat bed in a dark corner of the lair. It was small, but comfortable. It had to be if he was to sleep there each night for eternity or however long he had left. He had bought it from a highly skilled furniture maker. All through letter agreement of course. His eyes closed as the weariness. He had entered Christina's dreams uninvited of course, but he had sensed her turmoil from afar. He had been an onlooker of her dreams many times, and had not let his presence be known. This time however her dreams of hell had mirrored his past and he felt anxiety welling up in her. Her sobs had shaken him to enter her subconscious. It had taken much of his energy to be there. But it had been worth it. So he had sung to her. He didn't remember when he had truly sung sincerely. His past vocal endeavors had been sickening devilish. Now he remembered what it was like to truly sing, to have the song well up in your heart and come bursting through triumphantly. The gift he had given her, ring that hung on a necklace had been a token from his heart. He had not forced the rose etched ring on Christina's finger like had been done so long ago with her grandmother. He had given it to her on a chain, so that she might have a choice, and not be forced into making a decision. In truth, if she took the ring off the chain and placed it on her ring finger, than she would be making a declaration of love. If she kept the ring on the chain she would just be being kind and wearing it as if it was a gift from a friend. He sighed with heavy calm. Whatever she did he could always love her, even from afar if necessary.
Christina sat up straighter in her favorite chair by the window. The winter moon shone through her open balcony window. The white silky curtains had been pulled back and were slowly doing their own strange dance in the wind. A heavy quilt graced her shoulders. Her servants were not taking any chances on her getting worse, but she had insisted she needed to feel the night air. She dared not go to sleep again. The thought of Erik coming to her in her dreams was an unsettling one. She fingered the ring. It had been an intimate gift to give her. She knew what it meant. She could not face him right now. She had to think deeply about her decision. Did she truly love him, or was it just an attraction to the unseen. She prayed she would make the right choice. She prayed her heart would make the right choice.