Wow...two updates in one day! Either you are really lucky or really unfortunate. Once again, I don't own any characters, much like hmmm...100 ofmy fellowPhantom of the Opera obsess-ees. I'm also going to keep writing from Christine's POV.
When I woke, the sun was peeking in through the heavy drapes. I yawn and rolled over, hoping to find Erik next to me. What I found was that the other side of the bed hadn't even been messed up. I pouted, then saw Erik standing in front of the armiore putting on a shirt. His hair was still wet, so I assumed that he had cleaned up. He turned and saw me looking at him and smiling, and smiled back.
"Good morning-I mean, good afternoon-Christine. I'm sorry if I woke you."
I smiled again, stretched, and got out of bed. I was happy that the room had finally warmed up. I went to look in the mirror at myself (I was quite suprised that there wasa full-length mirror in the room because in his home underneath the Opera House, all of the mirrors were covered). I burst out laughing when I saw my reflection. I looked foolish! My hair was messy, I still had some stage make-up left on from two nights ago, along with my costume, only now I had on one of Erik's shirts, which was huge on me. I also realized that I must smell awful. But Erik, the darling that he is, came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"I still think that you look beautiful."
Well, I about melted. I turned around and gave him a big kiss. When our lips finally broke apart, I quietly whispered, "I love you, mon ange."
Erik had a look on his face. I couldn't describe it. He looked so...content...and loved. At this point, I didn't know the story of his past, all I knew was that his mother loathed him because of his face. I knew that was why he always wore his mask. I wished that he would remove it when we were around the house, but I wasn't going to make him. It was his security blanket.
I turned and walked to the bathroom. I was amazed when I saw it. There was a beautiful bathtub and many types of soaps and parfums. I was not used to this luxury. I was used to a small, dank bathroom with one type of soap, which usually dried out the skin.
I washed up and was soaking in the bathtub when I heard Erik playing his organ. He had the organ right in our bedroom. It was a beautiful organ, almost as beautiful as his old one.
After I got out of my bath and dried off, I realized that I had forgotten to bring a change of clothes in the bathroom. I didn't want to put on my dirty dress, so I had to resort to putting on Erik's shirt for now. I was slightly embarrassed walking out in it, but I knew that over the course of the years, he would see me in less.
I walked into the bedroom, and saw that Erik had left. I went through the clothes in the armiore. I finally decided one with a white top with long sleeves and black skirt. It was very simple. I was still a wee bit chilly, so I decided to put on Erik's heavy black robe, the one that I he wore the first time I went to his home. I'm sure I looked foolish since it was too long on me and I was tripping over it, but I didn't care. I left the bedroom to find him and explore my new home.
Whoa...I think that iskind of a stupid chapter...kind of drags on...oh well. R&R, and tell me honestly how much it sucks.