A.N So sorry about the wait but I've going between this and my POTC story, She's a Pirate (please read!) Anyway, here's chapter 5.
Disclaimer: See first chapter.
Thoughts and Dreams can be Dangerous Things
Christine hated being waited upon, but she had no choice in the matter. Her ankle was slowly getting better but she was still bed ridden.
The window didn't help either. The sun poured through it and the sounds and smells of the Parisian streets tormented her. She made sure no one opened the curtains so she wouldn't be able to see outside.
But the thing that annoyed her most was the fact that none of this was helping her new bid for freedom from him. Being alone in a dark room gave her the perfect opportunity to think…especially about him.
Tonight was the same. As she lay in her bed, her ankle started to throb with pain. She squeezed her eyes shut against the pain. She waited for him to appear…but he never came.
Instead her ears filled with the sound of his music. The sound of a lullaby he once played her. It wasn't his normal music, which was filled with depression and hate, but a soft, soothing melody that made her relax. She started to hum along to the music in her head and soon she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
The next few nights were the same. Her ankle would start to hurt but she didn't care. In fact, she wanted her ankle to throb, just so she could hear him play. She started to remember the words to the piece and caught herself singing along more than once. Every night he played for her, and every night she fell asleep smiling.
Raoul stood outside her room, listening intently to her sweet voice. She hadn't sung for a while but her voice was as wonderful as ever. He hated 'spying' on her like this. He turned the doorknob slowly, still debating whether to go in or not. He thought better of it; her voice had faded so she was probably asleep now anyway.
He slowly walked down to the library and poured himself a brandy. He sat in his favourite chair and slowly sipped the drink, his mind racing with thoughts.
Raoul was worried when she didn't want her curtains opened. She usually insisted that all house was bright and that all the windows were open. Why did she want to stay in the darkness now?
Now there was the singing. He didn't recognise the melody, but Raoul wasn't a fool. He knew that he must have composed it. That's why he hadn't heard Christine sing it around the house. She usually sang everything under the sun expect anything he had written.
So why had she started singing it now? He already knew the answer to that…comfort.
But he offered he comfort. He held her, read to her, kissed her and she accepted gladly. She could see it in her eyes; she wasn't lying when she said she needed him…wasn't that enough?
No answered the quiet voice in the back of his mind, obviously not.
He sighed and slowly got up from his chair. He walked up the stairs and silently waited outside her room. She wasn't singing- she must by asleep.
He quietly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. On the bed lay an angel, her mahogany curls spread across a white pillow and a small smile playing on her lips.
He slowly moved round to the side of the bed and sat in the chair next to it. He smiled and played with her hair.
"Christine." He whispered softly. She did not stir. He didn't want her to. "Are you happy with me here? That's all I want for you- happiness."
She moved slightly and a small sound escaped her lips- the sound of that lullaby.
Tears sprang to Raoul's eyes and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to control them. He slowly stood up and kissed her cheek. He walked across the room and with last glance at her sleeping form, he shut the door with a soft click.
He would not deny her the comfort that she found in sleep and inhismusic, but now he knew. She may not admit it or even know it yet, but deep down inside, in the darkest and most secret parts of her soul, she yearned for him.
