Love of the Most Exquisite Kind
Disclaimer – Why do I have to bother with this? Anyone reading phanphiction would know that I don't own it...
Summery – How ironic...yet ANOTHER EC story...picking up after ALW/Leroux. yawns
Dedicated to my mom, and her endless supply of bad puns, who, when I said I needed ideas for an E/C story, she replied, "Oh, that'll be 'E-C'." E-C, eecee, Easy?? Hardy har har.
Chapter One – Love is a Butterfly
Christine
I sang in quivering notes, shaking from nerves, and the cold – instant vibrato.
'You are not alone...'
As my lips pressed down upon his twisted ones, I felt an exhilerating rush like I'd never felt before. Love had been like a butterfly to me – pretty to admire, but just out of reach. I finally caught the butterfly.
As Erik pulled away, I pleaded him with my eyes, but he turned away from what he believed wasn't true. For a moment, I was shocked. Then I got mad. He was just denying both of us from what we knew we wanted. Typical men!
He spoke in harsh, clipped tones to Raoul. He was telling Raoul to take me away! Like I was an object, or something without feelings. I knew what I wanted. He knew it too, although he didn't believe it.
I was to shocked to respond as Raoul grabbed my arm and pulled me away to the boat. Erik looked at me sadly.
'It serves to right, you monster,' I thought viciously, 'You evil, cold- hearted person. How can you be so blind? You turn me away when I all I want is your love.'
I firmly turned away, singing with Raoul.
'I'll make you feel guilty, you horrible person. I can still be happy with Raoul!' I vowed.
The Next Morning
Hurrying across the street, I stepped in a puddle from last night's rain, soaking the hem of my dress. The angels in heaven had cried along with me, late into the night.I let myself in through the Rue Scribe entrance, and quickly found myself standing outside Erik's house. I had gotten up enough courage to come here – I hoped he would hear me out, and not leave me standing here like an idiot. I couldn't live with only Raoul by my side.
I came inside to find Erik standing with his back to me, staring into the dying remains of a fire. I could see the curled edges of paper.
"Hello, Christine," he said when I entered, "Back so soon?"
"What was that?" I asked him, referring to the fire.
He turned around to face me. He had an odd expression on his face. "'That' was Don Juan Triumphant," he replied.
I gasped, "Oh, Erik. I'm sorry..."
"It's alright, my dear," he replied, "I had it memorized, anyway."
I laughed nervously.
"What upsets me is that mankind is cruel enough to do this kind of thing," he said bitterly, motioning for me to sit. I sat. He sat as well.
"How are things with the Vicomte?" he finally asked.
"Erik..." I sighed, "Don't pretend you don't know. You knew, when you looked at my face, and yet you sent me off with Raoul. I don't love Raoul. I still consider him as a friend. Why did you do that?"
"I'm only doing what's best for you," Erik replied coolly, "And somehow, I doubt you'd like to spend the rest of your days with a monster."
I leapt up as though I had been burned.
"Only too true!" I shouted fiercely, "I wouldn't want to spend most of my days with a monster!"
He sadly regarded me with pale eyes.
"But, Erik, I don't see any monsters around here." I said firmly.
"Well, then," he sneered, "I doubt you'd want to spend the rest of your days with an 'Angel of Music'."
"Damn you, Erik!" I exclaimed, close to tears, "Damn you and your pride!"
I sank back down to the floor and buried my face in my arms, willing myself not to cry. It didn't work, and I sobbed. When I heard him leave the room, I just cried harder.
Presently, he was back, handing me a handkerchief. I grabbed it, muttering thanks.
It made me nervous, him just standing next to me, so I tugged on his arm, and patted the floor beside me.
He gracefully sat down, and I wasted no time in resting my head on his shoulder.
"Erik," I sighed, moving slightly closer to him, "I love you, Erik."
"I know." He said, and he put his arms around me.
I breathed in the soft scent of him as I rested my head on his chest.
He drew the cloak around us both, and within no time, I was asleep.
My Domain
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