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What is Erik's reaction to seeing his mother and the Phantom together? Will Erik ever meet the Phantom?
Here it is, Amanda! I know how eager you were for this chapter… winks
There's some sarcasm in this chapter, hope no one is offended by it…
Chapter four up!
Enjoy!
Behind Closed Doors
His eyes were open wide in disbelief. He watched as she lay there in his arms, passion spread through her eyes.
"I don't believe it." He whispered. Erik turned from the sight. "Mother and the Phantom…in love?" He turned around and watched, knowing there was more to it.
Down below
"Why did you give up using your given name?" The soprano asked curiously.
He was silent. "I was never called by my name. I just gave up on it and dawned a new one, the Phantom. No one has called me Erik in years time. It just sounds strange to hear it again."
"I don't see what's so strange about it," she added. "It's a beautiful name."
She lay in his arms securely, her heart raced. Christine smiled happily as he wrapped his arms around her again, shifting to look into her eyes.He had been trying to find the right words for his feelings, but it was difficult.
"Christine," he said finally. "Christine, darling."
She ran her hands through his hair, then traced the outline of his mask. "Yes, Erik."
Erik…that was a name he hadn't heard in years time. But nevertheless, it was his name. He gazed into her eyes. "I love you, Christine."
Christine smiled. "I love you, too."
Erik smiled at his. She loved him. "Would you like some wine, perhaps? I made it myself." She nodded as he reached up and kissed her deeply.
After pulling on a pair of pants and a shirt, he got up and grabbed two wine glasses. Christine lay in the bed still floating on her cloud. "Architect, composer, magician," she chuckled. "cold blooded killer…"
"Aren't we the funny one?" he asked, slightly annoyed by her comment.
Christine smiled. "I was being sarcastic, Erik. So now you make wine. I wonder about you sometimes." She heard him chuckle as the cork popped.
"One of the trades I picked up on the outside. Sneaking into schools and watching them."
She finally collected herself and got out of the bed. She watched him pour a glass as she slowly walked over towards him.
Erik felt her arms go around him, her head against his back. He let out a happy sigh, then looked up.
The mirror in front of him reflected him. His mask overtook the rest of his image. But Christine's face came up next to his. "It's just a mirror. The mask you wear is just a piece of clothing, covering the true beauty beneath." She whispered.
He sighed. Christine saw past the mask, she saw the beauty within. After pouring the second glass he turned to her and handed her one.
"I want to thank you, Christine." He said. Christine gave him a lopsided look.
"For what?" the soprano asked curiously.
"For…" he took a deep breath. "everything you've given me. A reason for living, a reason for loving." A finger trailed down her cheek. Erik raised a glass. "To you, my Angel."
Christine raised her glass as well. "To my Angel of Music." They tipped glasses and took a small sip. The old clock ticked three am. Christine looked at it. "I must go."
He placed the glass down. "Lets go then."
From his perch on the ledge, Erik jumped. "That's my queue to leave." He scurried down the rocky tunnel and up the stairs. After taking a quick glance, he saw the boat come to a stop and his mother and the Phantom get out.
After running down the hallway, he finally came to the mirror, and a loud crack of thunder. Erik jumped onto his mother's bed and pulled the sheets over him.
They finally came to the entrance behind the mirror.
"I shall see you tomorrow evening, Erik." Christine whispered.
He nodded. "I await your arrival."
Christine kissed him. "Good night, my Angel." He stepped back into the mirror and slid it shut. His face disappeared as bolt of lightning lit up the room. Christine sat down in the chair.
Something moved under her sheets. "Mother?" a tired voice asked. "Mother, is that you?"
Her son immerged from the sheets as a crack of thunder roared. "Yes, Erik. It's me." Something else popped into her mind. "How long were you here for?"
He shrugged. "Like a half hour. I was frightened by the storm and came into here, but you were gone and I was scared. So I came here and waited for you." He paused. "Where were you anyway?"
Christine let out a sigh of relief. He didn't know, or at least she thought. A loud crack of thunder caused Erik to jump into his mother's lap. "I'm scared." He said.
Christine smiled and kissed her songs forehead. She let out a sweet note as she sang to her son. "The Angel of Music sings songs in my head. The Angel of Music sings songs in my head…" Her voice dropped as she spoke. "Let me tell you a story, my son. A young man that fell in love with a woman. But this man was cursed with a dirty soul, or so he thought…"
The thunder was blocked out as Erik listened to his mother's story.
The story of the Phantom of the Opera…
A few days later
It was another wonderful performance for Christine. The crowd cheered as the latest production ended at the Opera Populare. She curtsied as the curtains drew in.
"Bravo, Christine!" Meg cheered.
"Hooray for the Countess!" someone else called. Christine blushed as she walked back to her room.
Once inside, she sighed. "I missed this." She muttered.
"So do I." Someone said. A pair of hands went around her eyes as she laughed.
"Well, I wasn't expecting to see you until later tonight, but..." Christine turned around. But it wasn't who she was expecting to see. "Raoul."
Raoul smiled. "Little Lotte, you were wonderful as always." He handed her a bouquet of flowers and kissed her. But the passion that was normally there wasn't. "Christine, is something wrong?"
She shook her head. "No, not at all. I'm just surprised to see you here, that's all. I wasn't expecting to see you until later tonight."
He gave her a lopsided look. "Oh. Well, I have a carriage waiting to take us to dinner. Please do not keep us long, that son of yours is awfully hungry." Christine chuckled.
"I won't, I promise." He nodded and left, closing the door behind her.
Christine began to undress, that was until the candles blew out, a cold gush of air flooded the room. A pair of strong arms came around her, sending a wave of happiness through her.
"I thought he would never leave." A deep voice whispered into her ear.
Christine turned around to see him stand behind her. "Do you have to blow out the candles every time?"
The Phantom chuckled. "Darkness for me makes it more romantic. Even though romance isn't something I am fond of." He kissed her with a smile on his face. "You were excellent, your voice is coming back stronger then before."
Christine smiled. "I'm glad to hear you say that."
A persistent knock came at her door. "Mother! Let's go!" her son called. Christine rolled her eyes.
"I must be going, I shall see you tonight." She whispered. He nodded and went back into his mirror. After throwing on a dress and coat she opened the door and walked out. "Yes, yes. I'm coming."
Her son looked into the mirror and saw him. 'He's here.' The boy thought. 'The Phantom of the Opera… I must speak with him.'
Erik looked into the mirror once more, but the Phantom was gone. He made it a mental note to see him.
But now, it was time for dinner.
The next day
Rain pounded the top of the opera house as Erik wondered around, trying to find a doorway to the Phantom's lair, but to no avail. The boy leaned up against a wall and sighed heavily.
"I'll never meet…" he fell back and rolled down a secret passageway. He stopped with a thud again a wall. Erik rubbed his head vigorously, trying to relieve the bump. "Where am I?" he asked.
He heard music in the distance. Curiosity got the best of him as he walked towards the source.
After a series of twists and turns he finally saw a light coming from behind a curtain, and the music he heard was louder. He slowly walked down the stairs, trying to get a better look.
But he tripped over a series of missing stairs and tumbled out. "Whoa!" he yelled. A loud clatter was heard as Erik picked himself up and dusted himself off. "Someone's got to fix those things one of these days," he turned around, only to come face to face with a white mask.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" the dark man said.
But Erik stood there, frightened. He took a step back, but fell and twisted his ankle. "Oh my god," the boy muttered.
"Your god is someone that should be looking over you now." Dark eyes hovered over him as the boy's eyes widened, finally realizing whom this man was. His voice was barely above a whisper.
"You. You're him..." he whsipered. "You'rethe Phantom of the Opera…"
ch 5 up soon…
