A/N: I will be seeing POTO this weekend in NYC, so I won't be updating
for a while...sorry! I will have a ton of fun! Sorry to leave ya'll hanging!
Read and review please!
Erik sat in the shadows. The darkness he had known for many years was all around him. He enjoyed the dank smell of the lair. He never wanted to leave his home. He laid his head back against the wall. He had not been above ground for many years. At least not until Christina had grown ill. He smiled in remembrance. The cold rain had soaked them thoroughly, and lighting and thunder did battle above them in the sky. He had felt her heart beat against his chest. She was so frail, so little. Her hair had felt soft and silky against his skin. She was like a tiny kitten, and he was a hawk. She had trusted him with her life, and he had not failed her. He would never fail her. Ever. Her voice was inside his head, the touch of her sweet hands against his arm, and the lingering perfumed scent that enveloped her was with him during the lonely hours of the night even though she was not there. If he had not truly cared for Christine the ever present thought of her would have driven him mad. He smiled in the darkness. Christina...
Christina's eyes flew open. Had her name been called? Something had awakened her. She tried to calm her beating heart. She felt like a fawn who had just heard the gunshot of the hunter. She had heard him call her voice, but yet she knew he was not in the room. Her breathing became regular, and she closed her eyes. Her mind stayed alert. She stroked the ring, its familiar satin feeling calmed her. She sighed. The past weeks and months that she had known Erik had been confused. She felt like a leaf in a whirlpool spinning out of control. Yet when she realized she loved him she didn't feel any less confused. Her heart loved and yet feared him. She smiled softly. Her darling Erik. She slowly drifted off to sleep her fingers curled around the ring.
Erik had fallen asleep. He was dreaming. He was sitting at his organ playing a melody He could not remember the name. Christina was behind him swaying the music. She was dancing like a child would in a summer meadow. It was a lovely graceful dance. He found himself relaxing. So this was no nightmare. He stopped playing and had turned to face Christina. She came near, her blonde hair cascading down her back. Christina placed her hand on his shoulder. She smiled at him. Suddenly her sweet smile turned almost sour, as if it was plastered on. His heart beat quickened as Christina inched her hand up his arm and rested it on his mask. This did not seem to be something that the real Christina would do. Erik gently grasped her hand and tried to pull it away. But her hand would not move. Her features changed and suddenly her face was different. He recognized her. It was his mother! She wrenched her hand free of his and tore away his mask. Erik heard a terrible scream that put goose bumps up his spine. He realized it was his own...
Erik sat in the shadows. The darkness he had known for many years was all around him. He enjoyed the dank smell of the lair. He never wanted to leave his home. He laid his head back against the wall. He had not been above ground for many years. At least not until Christina had grown ill. He smiled in remembrance. The cold rain had soaked them thoroughly, and lighting and thunder did battle above them in the sky. He had felt her heart beat against his chest. She was so frail, so little. Her hair had felt soft and silky against his skin. She was like a tiny kitten, and he was a hawk. She had trusted him with her life, and he had not failed her. He would never fail her. Ever. Her voice was inside his head, the touch of her sweet hands against his arm, and the lingering perfumed scent that enveloped her was with him during the lonely hours of the night even though she was not there. If he had not truly cared for Christine the ever present thought of her would have driven him mad. He smiled in the darkness. Christina...
Christina's eyes flew open. Had her name been called? Something had awakened her. She tried to calm her beating heart. She felt like a fawn who had just heard the gunshot of the hunter. She had heard him call her voice, but yet she knew he was not in the room. Her breathing became regular, and she closed her eyes. Her mind stayed alert. She stroked the ring, its familiar satin feeling calmed her. She sighed. The past weeks and months that she had known Erik had been confused. She felt like a leaf in a whirlpool spinning out of control. Yet when she realized she loved him she didn't feel any less confused. Her heart loved and yet feared him. She smiled softly. Her darling Erik. She slowly drifted off to sleep her fingers curled around the ring.
Erik had fallen asleep. He was dreaming. He was sitting at his organ playing a melody He could not remember the name. Christina was behind him swaying the music. She was dancing like a child would in a summer meadow. It was a lovely graceful dance. He found himself relaxing. So this was no nightmare. He stopped playing and had turned to face Christina. She came near, her blonde hair cascading down her back. Christina placed her hand on his shoulder. She smiled at him. Suddenly her sweet smile turned almost sour, as if it was plastered on. His heart beat quickened as Christina inched her hand up his arm and rested it on his mask. This did not seem to be something that the real Christina would do. Erik gently grasped her hand and tried to pull it away. But her hand would not move. Her features changed and suddenly her face was different. He recognized her. It was his mother! She wrenched her hand free of his and tore away his mask. Erik heard a terrible scream that put goose bumps up his spine. He realized it was his own...