A/N: I own the song. I hope you like it!
She had come to him in the middle of the night a few days later saying she could not sleep. He had not slept either. He'd lain hoping that sleep would claim him, but it never did. He'd angrily thrown back the covers of his bed, and stormed over to his organ hoping playing rigorous would make him sleepy. It didn't. It made him become wide awake. He cursed out loud. He heard a muffled noise of surprise. Erik whirled around to see he was not alone. Christina was there standing behind him blushing a deep red. What a time to use language! He gingerly took her arm and led her to a lone chair.
"Forgive me Mon ange," He apologized. She smiled good naturedly in the direction of his voice.
"That isn't the first time I've heard those words," She said. He arched a brow.
"Really?"
"No matter," She waved him off as though it wasn't a problem. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Tell me why you could not sleep," He kneeled down to be on her level.
"No reason, I kept thinking about the past that's all," She replied.
"You're beginning to sound like me, thinking about the past to often,"
"So often it becomes almost real...," She agreed.
"You can almost touch it," He murmured. "What memory from the past do you remember?" He asked.
"Oh," She smiled. "I remember the time when I first heard my grandmamma sing," She began to tell him the story, weaving it like an expert story- teller...
Christina sat by her grandmother's vanity table. Christine was brushing her long brown hair with a special ruby incrusted handled brush that Raoul had given to her for her birthday one year.
"Grandmamma," Christina said slowly. She sat Indian style on the plush carpet watching her grandmother. Her dress was wrinkled in spots from sitting in the very unlady-like position for so long. She fiddled with the itch lace hem of her dress. Christine glanced down at her granddaughter through the mirror of the vanity.
"Yes, mon petit?"
"Grandpapa keeps humming this song, and he won't tell me what the words are. He keeps saying "I'll tell you when you're older! I'm nine!" She complained. Christine hid a smile.
"Oh, well hum the tune and I'll see if I can tell you what the words are," She replied pleasantly heading off Christina's bad mood. Christina began humming a tune that was very familiar to her grandmother.
"Your grandpapa is right, I cannot tell you what the words are mon petit,"
"Are they naughty?" Christina asked eagerly.
"Non!" Christine replied sharply. "You are too willing to submit your little ears to evil things, shame," She had to try her hardest not to smile at the impish little grin that crossed her granddaughter's face. "Run along and see if you can't get grandpapa to take you on Vedette," She shooed her granddaughter off out of her dressing room. Ah yes Raoul would have a splendid time taking the chattering child out on her pony. They had named her star, or Vedette. She smiled at the tune Raoul had hummed so fervently in front of Christina. The words were seared on her heart. They had sung the song to each other on the wedding day. It was very special to her. It was called My Love. She began to hum the song out loud, and then the humming became words. She still remembered them after all those years.
"Take me into your arms sweet love. So I can be warm this cold night," She sang. She closed her eyes and remembered how the veil had been placed on her head, and the look Raoul had on his face when he saw her in her wedding gown.
"Oh love me this cold night sweet one. I need you my darling to be with me till the stars leave the sky," She smiled. She did not see Christina peeking through a crack in the door listening to her sing.
"Till the dawn comes and the sun brings another day. Stay with me my love," She sang.
"Oh our love will linger on even after we are gone. You are the moon and I am the sun and we will dwell together my love," She clasped her hairbrush as if it was her heart. Tenderly she sang part of the last verse.
"For even as we grow old our love will not wan," Her voice held the note. Christina felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Raoul smiled humorously down at her. She'd been caught! Raoul gently pushed her in the direction of the stables, and then he entered Christine's dressing room and sang the last line with her. Christine looked up surprised to see her husband, but she continued the song.
"Oh our love shall never wan, for to you, my love I will be true," They sang. Christina was still was peeking outside the door. So this was the song her grandfather had hummed so many times. It was beautiful. She watched as Raoul clasped Christine's hand and turned her towards him. They swayed to some silent melody. Christine rested her head on Raoul shoulder...
"That is a wonderful memory," Erik said softly after she finished.
"You linger in your memories also, what one do you remember the most?" She queried. He sighed and drew back from her. How could she ask such a question? What memory did he not linger in? They were all dark, and he did not wish to tell her any of them.
"I do not think it would be wise to tell you," He replied gently.
"If you ever do wish to tell me, Erik, I will listen," She smiled softly.
"I know Mon ange," He said looking away from her into the darkness. "I know,"
She had come to him in the middle of the night a few days later saying she could not sleep. He had not slept either. He'd lain hoping that sleep would claim him, but it never did. He'd angrily thrown back the covers of his bed, and stormed over to his organ hoping playing rigorous would make him sleepy. It didn't. It made him become wide awake. He cursed out loud. He heard a muffled noise of surprise. Erik whirled around to see he was not alone. Christina was there standing behind him blushing a deep red. What a time to use language! He gingerly took her arm and led her to a lone chair.
"Forgive me Mon ange," He apologized. She smiled good naturedly in the direction of his voice.
"That isn't the first time I've heard those words," She said. He arched a brow.
"Really?"
"No matter," She waved him off as though it wasn't a problem. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Tell me why you could not sleep," He kneeled down to be on her level.
"No reason, I kept thinking about the past that's all," She replied.
"You're beginning to sound like me, thinking about the past to often,"
"So often it becomes almost real...," She agreed.
"You can almost touch it," He murmured. "What memory from the past do you remember?" He asked.
"Oh," She smiled. "I remember the time when I first heard my grandmamma sing," She began to tell him the story, weaving it like an expert story- teller...
Christina sat by her grandmother's vanity table. Christine was brushing her long brown hair with a special ruby incrusted handled brush that Raoul had given to her for her birthday one year.
"Grandmamma," Christina said slowly. She sat Indian style on the plush carpet watching her grandmother. Her dress was wrinkled in spots from sitting in the very unlady-like position for so long. She fiddled with the itch lace hem of her dress. Christine glanced down at her granddaughter through the mirror of the vanity.
"Yes, mon petit?"
"Grandpapa keeps humming this song, and he won't tell me what the words are. He keeps saying "I'll tell you when you're older! I'm nine!" She complained. Christine hid a smile.
"Oh, well hum the tune and I'll see if I can tell you what the words are," She replied pleasantly heading off Christina's bad mood. Christina began humming a tune that was very familiar to her grandmother.
"Your grandpapa is right, I cannot tell you what the words are mon petit,"
"Are they naughty?" Christina asked eagerly.
"Non!" Christine replied sharply. "You are too willing to submit your little ears to evil things, shame," She had to try her hardest not to smile at the impish little grin that crossed her granddaughter's face. "Run along and see if you can't get grandpapa to take you on Vedette," She shooed her granddaughter off out of her dressing room. Ah yes Raoul would have a splendid time taking the chattering child out on her pony. They had named her star, or Vedette. She smiled at the tune Raoul had hummed so fervently in front of Christina. The words were seared on her heart. They had sung the song to each other on the wedding day. It was very special to her. It was called My Love. She began to hum the song out loud, and then the humming became words. She still remembered them after all those years.
"Take me into your arms sweet love. So I can be warm this cold night," She sang. She closed her eyes and remembered how the veil had been placed on her head, and the look Raoul had on his face when he saw her in her wedding gown.
"Oh love me this cold night sweet one. I need you my darling to be with me till the stars leave the sky," She smiled. She did not see Christina peeking through a crack in the door listening to her sing.
"Till the dawn comes and the sun brings another day. Stay with me my love," She sang.
"Oh our love will linger on even after we are gone. You are the moon and I am the sun and we will dwell together my love," She clasped her hairbrush as if it was her heart. Tenderly she sang part of the last verse.
"For even as we grow old our love will not wan," Her voice held the note. Christina felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Raoul smiled humorously down at her. She'd been caught! Raoul gently pushed her in the direction of the stables, and then he entered Christine's dressing room and sang the last line with her. Christine looked up surprised to see her husband, but she continued the song.
"Oh our love shall never wan, for to you, my love I will be true," They sang. Christina was still was peeking outside the door. So this was the song her grandfather had hummed so many times. It was beautiful. She watched as Raoul clasped Christine's hand and turned her towards him. They swayed to some silent melody. Christine rested her head on Raoul shoulder...
"That is a wonderful memory," Erik said softly after she finished.
"You linger in your memories also, what one do you remember the most?" She queried. He sighed and drew back from her. How could she ask such a question? What memory did he not linger in? They were all dark, and he did not wish to tell her any of them.
"I do not think it would be wise to tell you," He replied gently.
"If you ever do wish to tell me, Erik, I will listen," She smiled softly.
"I know Mon ange," He said looking away from her into the darkness. "I know,"