Thanks for the reviews. I promise that this won't be ALL fluff, too. I have a few ideas.
FYI, I don't own any of these characters, but I've saving my money to buy Erik. I am, once again, writing from Christine's POV. I'm sorry if it's too narrative, too...I'll try to have more dialogue.
The days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Erik and I grew closer and closer with each passing day, but I was concerned because he didn't sleep at night. I kept my concerns quiet until one night.
I was laying down to go to bed, and Erik was still writing, like usual. I was getting really frustrated with this, night after night after night, and I decided to tell him.
"Erik, if you want to spend your life with me, you are going to have to get used to this."
He looked puzzeled, and simply asked, "Used to what?"
I sighed loudly and threw my head back. "THIS! Going to bed at a decent time, waking up at a decent time, eating regular meals, not just picking. Erik, it worries me that you rarely sleep at night, and when you do, you sleep on an uncomfortable chair with a book. I want to wake up with you beside me, Erik...is something wrong with me so you don't want to be by me at night? What is it?"
Erik started to say something, but caught himself. He turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I rolled over and buried my face in my pillows, crying myself to sleep.
I woke up no more than two hours later screaming. I had been having these persistant nightmares, but tonight they were more vivid. I had been dreaming that Raoul had managed to find Erik and I, and was trying to kill Erik. I alway woke up before Raoul had killed him, but in this dream, he shot him and stole me away.
"Erik...oh god, Erik."
Erik ran into the room by my side.
"Christine, what's wrong?"
I clung to Erik and sobbed on his shoulder.
"Oh, Erik it was horrible...he found us...and...and...he tried to...kill...you...I'm so scared, Erik...just, hold me..."
Erik sat next to me and held me tight in his arms soothing me, but I was inconsolable. Finally, I heard a quiet, sweet sound.
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defences
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.
Turn your face awayfrom the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts awayfrom cold, unfeeling light -
and listen tothe music of the night ...
Close your eyesand surrender to yourdarkest dreams!
Purge your thoughtsof the lifeyou knew before!
Close your eyes,let your spiritstart to soar!
And you'll liveas you've neverlived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it,feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind,let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness thatyou know you cannot fight
the darkness ofthe music of the night.
Let your mindstart a journey through astrange, new world!
Leave all thoughtsof the life you knew before!
Let your soultake you where youlong to be!
Only thencan you belongto me
Floating, falling,sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me,savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,let your darker side give in
To the power ofthe music that I write
The power ofthe music of the night
You alonecan make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night
By the time the song was finished, I was asleep, safe in Erik's arms. And when I awoke the next morning, I was still there, next to my sleeping angel.
Fluffy chapter, I know. The next one should be better, though. R&R.