Angelofthemask- I like your story! Hey! Everyone! Go read Angelofthemask's story... Wow that was wierd...
KeeperMusicNight- Love the new name! But get your filthy hands off my Erik! > LOL
Ookanala- Thanks for reading my Phic! I'll check out this one, but just so that you know, as long as it has Erik in it... I'll probably like it!
SecretChances- Glad you like it! Glad you didn't!
Maska- Wow, are you attatched? Well, then if you like him that much get him to leave Rene alone so Erik can have her! Oh wait... that's my job. Okay... I'll try!
Chapter 15- A Dire Suggestion
In the days that followed Rene slept in Christian's room, the one next to Madame Giry's quarters. She would sleep on a cot during the night, and Christian was suppose to sleep in the bed, although most nights he did not sleep, but rather, sat in a chair in front of her, watching and waiting for Erik to return.
The practices for 'Romeo and Juliet-Synopsis' had been delayed, but as of late had been taken up again. Although Camille had made a complete recovery, Rene was still going to be playing the lead. She would spend long hours practicing with the young man who would be playing opposite her. His name was Jean . He was in his late twenties, though he looked much younger, and he had a lovely voice.
Because they did not have all the time that they needed, the ballet had been cut here and there to make it simpler without making it much shorter. Madame Giry called extra practices and Rene hardly had anytime to spend with Christian.
Rene would leave rehearsals late at night, and head toward his room. She was always greeted with a kiss on the cheek, aimed at her lips. Then Christian would look at her, with a look of longing, knowing that she had kissed Erik, but would not kiss him, was killing him.
Every now and then, when Christian could, he would sneak into the theater during a practice and watch from the audience. He never told Rene that he was watching her, and he knew that he was probably not the only one stealing into the rehearsals to watch an angel sing.
Sometimes at night Christian could hear Rene muttering in her sleep. She always spoke of an angel. Christian would slip himself next to her and sit by her side, holding her hand and stroking he hair and face. On those nights Rene would wake to find Christian asleep in the chair next to her, his bed still made and unslept-in.
Rene worried that she was driving the both of them mad. She was sure that she was hearing voices, and sure that she hated herself, but whenever she brought up the subject, Christian would calmly say that he was okay, and smile at her, a warm and calming grin.
Rene was constantly worried about Christian. Christian was constantly worried about Rene. It was only two days from the performance of Romeo and Juliet. Tonight Rene was welcomed in the usual way, but she did not have her normal reaction. On this particular evening she pulled away from Christian, not even letting him plant a kiss on her cheek.
"Is something wrong, Rene?" He said, as she continued into the room.
She turned to him. She looked at him with apprehension. "What am I doing, Christian?" she asked him. "I'm killing you."
"No," he assured her once again. "No, Rene." He pulled her to him and held her close. "You're not killing me." Rene breathed a sigh, knowing that he was lying. "But, Reneā¦" He said, pulling her to arms length to look into her eyes. "You're killing yourself." He said quietly.
She pulled away from him, turning to stare at the empty bed. She shook her head, unable to comprehend what Christian was saying. "Do you want me to stop singing?" she asked, in distress.
Christian came up behind her, and placed his hands on her arms. "I want you to leave this man behind you." He said, rubbing his hands over her sleeves. "I want you to be free."
She turned to him, tears welling up in her eyes. "Do you think that I should stop singing, Christian!" She cried.
He looked, down, not taking his hands off of her. He nodded, slowly.
"Christian," she said, "You do not understand. I cannot stop singing. I love my music far too much." Christian knew what she meant when she said she loved her 'music'. She pushed past him and headed out the door.
As she began to close the door, she heard Christian quietly ask her, or maybe just to himself. "Do you love him more than me?"
She ran to her room and dragged herself to bed. She didn't cry. She wasn't sad, but rather angry. She was angry at Christian for suggesting she stop singing. She was angry at Erik for putting her in this position. Most of all she was angry at herself. Why couldn't she just leave with Christian? Or find Erik and tell him how she felt? Why did she have to bat this decision around like this?
She decided she needed to talk to Erik, one way or another. She walked over to the mirror, knowing that there had to be a way through it.
On the other side, unseen by Rene, Erik stood staring at her. He watched her come to the mirror and begin searching it. He knew what she was doing, and he knew what he must do, and so, very slowly, he pulled back the mirror, to a surprised and ecstatic Rene.
Having writers block... maybe a while before I update... SORRY!
