Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the storyline. I just own the way it is written. But…I can always dream…..
So, as planned, Erik did indeed meet Christine after practice was over and they did what Erik wanted. They went out to dinner and went to his new apartment.
"Erik…this place…this is amazing! How did you get this? And why is it under the Opera House?" Christine asked as he led her down into the kitchen for some coffee.
"Meh, I don't know…don't really care. As long as I can be alone I am fine…"
There was a sharp pain in Christine's heart. What is this feeling? I love Raoul…I can't have any emotions towards Erik…I just can't…can I?...but, why does he want to be alone? Haven't we been good to him?...Haven't I been good to him?
"Here's your coffee," there was a soft purr at his feet, "Ayesha," he pet her.
Suddenly Christine became insanely jealous of the cat. I wish Erik would at least have the courage now to hold my hand with as much love as there was in that petting…NO! This….can't…be…I…I'm engaged to Raoul…she shook her head.
"What? Did a cobweb get stuck in your bun? I'm sorry, I haven't been able to dust yet since I arrived. Here let me get it out for you…" he reached to look for it.
"No, that's okay, I was just...thinking…that's all…" she looked down at the ground.
"Oh, you mean about your engagement to Raoul? I'm sure you'll be the most perfect bride in the world Christine," he sneered.
Christine gasped. How does he know…unless… "You were that shadow I felt that held my mind back when we were up there, weren't you?"
"HA! Yes, that's about all I am now isn't it? A shadow…and what a perfect little shadow I am…Even your love couldn't sense me. What a worthy husband for you!" Erik moved closer to Christine.
"What do you want with me?"
Erik sharply turned around and walked the other way before he threw the empty coffee mug at the wall. He glared at her and then pointed at his door to leave. As she passed him, she swore that she could have heard him whisper, "Tomorrow, my love, you will have been taken past the point of no return. Hope you'll enjoy living with a monster…" Erik cackled insanely as Christine ran up the stairs to the door.
That was way too weird. Oh Erik, what is wrong with you? Why have to turned this way…so cold and uncaring….she glanced at her watch. 10:00. She started to run. Oh no, I don't want the Angel of Music to get angry at me before opening night. I need him to be there…I need someone to sing for…She arrived in the graveyard at 10:13.
"You are late!" came the booming voice of her angel.
"I'm sorry…I lost track of time and-"
"I shouldn't even be here anymore Christine, and you know why. You have broken one of my rules…" the angel's white gloved hand came out of thin air and one finger waved back and forth as if scolding her.
"I-I-I" Christine stammered.
"And you're heart doesn't know which way to turn. Do I follow the angel? Or do I stay with my love? When you decide…let me know. But, remember this…I will be there. Box 5…just remember that tomorrow night Christine Daaé, for this may be the last time you see your 'angel' ever again!" and with a swish of a black cloak the angel left.
Christine fell to her knees. Two of the people she cared about most in her life had just left her. Tears started to flow from her eyes. She sat there crying for an hour before she got up and went back to the Giry household.
Those had been the hardest hours for Erik since he was a child. Why had he done those horrible things. He caused Christine to worry…and to cry. But, this is how it had to be…he couldn't have her any other way. By tomorrow night, Christine would either be his living or his dead bride, one or the other by her own choice.
Erik ran back into the opera house and finished setting up his tricks and traps. Sure a few people may get hurt…and one might even die tomorrow. But, that would just make my life better. I may be turning into a cold-blooded killer…but they made me that way. Every last one of them…he thought as he pulled the chandelier up just a tad higher and tightened the slack on it. It was perfect.
Erik jumped down onto the stage and kicked a switch that opened up his trap door. He dropped down there to make sure that he could get out of his own torture chamber of mirrors, but that whoever followed couldn't. Erik quickly and easily found the small scratch that indicated the revolving mirror. Before he left though…he hung a noose from an iron tree that stood in one of the six corners.
He quickly shut up all of the trap doors and looked at his watch: 6:17am. He changed his clothes and gave Ayesha more food before he went back up to the main floors to greet Mrs. Giry and Mr. Leroux as they came in with Danish rolls and muffins. Erik refused them, but shot out an idea at the two.
"...replace one of the acts with another? I don't know if we could pull it off in time…I mean….its opening night for goodness sake!" Giry said.
"It'll just be Joe and Christine, I'll give them the music to look over. It's a really short song. The orchestra and band will get it down in a few moments. This will most likely make or break my chance at ever getting an internship in the music business Adele!" Erik begged.
"Fine…fine…we'll do this. Put the lyrics in their dressing rooms. The musicians will be here any second, I'll give them their music to practice while Leroux works with the dancers,"
Erik ran off and wasn't seen the rest of the day. He actually wasn't seen until an hour before the show was to start….
Okay, sorry if this seems odd, and sorry for not updating for a while. I had to finish 4 art projects and a book report and then I went back to school. WHOO! But the weekend is coming…oh that wonderful weekend. Now, time to review back:
Silinde: Well, I would! And besides…it's to Erik what else would you get him? He has all of the music crap he needs.
MagickAlianne: Does this chapter satisfy you more? I just wanted something to make people go, "OMG WHAT IS SHE DOING?" hehehehe
GoldenLyre: I will never tell
