No, everything is not going to stay happy. I wish it could but I have mental issues and need to torture my characters so they can't stay happy. Oh well. Review my lovely cherubs!
Breakfast was spent in silence. Claire didn't need to say anything to Madame Giry that hadn't already been said. More then anything, she wanted to be alone. After Breakfast she retired to her room to rest a bit before she had to rehearse for the show that night. Her bed seemed awkward and uncomfortable compared to the bed she had slept on the night before. Closing her eyes, she saw him. She saw the look of anger that had been on his face a moment before she hit the ground and shivered. How could someone be so afraid of the human touch?
Claire was awoken from a light slumber by Meg entering her room. She felt the pressure on her bed and opened her eyes.
"It's time to rehearse for tonight," Meg said. Claire sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"How long have I been asleep?" she asked. Meg shrugged and got off the bed.
"Come on, we have to go!" she exclaimed and grabbed Claire's hand. She was helped up and then lead out the door by her flamboyant friend.
Rehearsals went smoothly and then they were let go until they had to change into costumes for the performance that night. Claire wandered off by herself, declining the invites she received from her fellow dancers to go out and shop a bit. She wanted to be alone and walk through the Opera House, learn its passageways and rooms all over again. Her first stop, however, would be the roof. She wanted to see if anything magical would happen this time.
She climbed the many flights of stairs until she reached the roof. This time she did not hesitate at the door. Claire walked out and was secretly thankful for the warm spring air. The day was overcast. Claire walked over to one of the stone gargoyles and sat down beneath it. She felt safe underneath these stone giants. She leaned back against it and sighed. Paris lay before her in its entire splendor.
Sometimes she imagined she had chosen the life her parents had wanted. She imagined being married to a handsome suitor who stole her heart and offered her the world. She lived in a spacious house with a beautiful green garden. Her kids played in the yard.
"Only a dream," she said.
"Dreams can sometimes become reality," she heard someone say. She turned her head and almost died of shock. Erik was staring blankly at her.
"You scared me!" she exclaimed. Erik smirked and leaned against the gargoyle. His silence was aggravating Claire.
"It would be most gentlemen of you to speak when spoken too," Claire snapped. His expression did not change but he came closer to her. She quickly got to her feet; she did not want him to have the advantage over her. She studied him, Madame Giry's words in her head.
"Will you not speak?" she queried. Erik turned his head, studying her features. He was close enough to touch but she did not dare. He however, did not seem to have the same restrictions. His hand, now gloved unlike before, reached up and cupped her face. She leaned into his hand and closed her eyes. His touch was like a drug and she was the addict, trying to quit but always coming back for more. She opened her eyes and took her own hand and placed it on his. Now, this obviously came as a shock to Erik for his eyes grew bigger and he began to say something.
"Now you can't speak," she said, "We're past words now." She lowered his hand from her face and reached out and gently stroked his cheek. His eyes closed. He seemed to be enjoying her touch.
"Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known?" she whispered, her hand continuing its constant stroke of his cheek. At these words he opened his eyes and stared into hers.
"Why?" he asked, "After what I did to you?" Claire smiled, her eyes filling with tears.
"Because I," Claire began to say but Erik put a finger to her lips and hushed her.
"Do not say it," he commanded, "If you say it I will never be able to see you again." Claire's tears now trickled down her cheeks.
"But if I don't say it I will burst," she cried, "I hardly know you and I'm feeling all these things I've never felt before." He nodded and took her hand in his.
"You're but a child," he whispered, "These feelings; do you even know what they are?"
"I feel for you what you feel for your music," Claire answered, her angel face smiling at him. Her mind was racing and her heart was aching but she continued to stand there with him.
"And I feel, I feel so many things when I look at you," Erik said. Claire took Erik's hand in hers and brought it to her chest.
"My heart is now bound to you," Claire spoke. Erik moved closer to her, there bodies almost touching, the only thing between them was there twined fingers.
"Ask it of me and I will give you the world," he whispered bringing his face closer to hers.
She had dove too deep and could not turn back. Her lips now hovered inches from his, his warm breathe on her face.
"But I don't want the world," she whispered sensually, "I want you." Then there lips connected. The world was blocked out and all she could feel was the sweet pressure of his lips. Their mouths locked together in there own personal opera. Claire felt him melt under her touch and she reciprocated this feeling. She had found something she had never once found in a kiss before, love.
When the kiss was broken they both stared at each other breathing heavily. Erik's eyes blazed with emotion as he leaned in and took Claire's lips captive again. How long they stood on the roof top Claire did not know. All she could feel was his heart beat against her own. Claire pulled away and dropped Erik's hands.
"I must go, they'll wonder where I am," she said, "If you ask me I will come to you tonight." Erik nodded.
"I will come to Sorelli's dressing room once again," he said. Claire grinned from ear to ear and gave Erik a soft kiss on the lips.
"Tonight we will be together," she said softly. Erik nodded once more and moved out of view. Claire didn't dare follow him to see where he went.
Swooning from the kiss, Claire went back inside to get changed into her costume.
