Thanks for the reviews! They made me feel warm and tingly...and so loved, especially since I had a bad day. Anyway, I'm going to attempt to write this chapter from Erik's perspective. Now...what would I do if I was him? I'd stand and look at myself...naked...
Reminder: I do not own any of these fine, fine characters, nor am I any of them.
"Christine...Erik...he's found you."
When I heard this, my heart dropped. Of course, something HAD to go wrong. Christine had just agreed to become my wife when we heard the pounding on the door. I was slightly annoyed until I heard it was Meg Giry. I knew Christine would be thrilled to show off her new ring. But when Christine opened the door and I saw Meg's face, I knew something was wrong. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.
"Christine...Erik...he's found you."
Christine's face turned white. I saw her knees start to give out, so I went and stood behind her, holding her small waist to support her.
"How...How did he find us...we were so careful...only you, your mother, Nadir, and the maid know we live here...Erik...what are we going to do?"
I was at an absolute loss for words. What could we do? We couldn't just leave and spend the rest of our life together on the run.
"Christine, I don't know. For once in my life, I don't have a plan. We're just going to have to be very cautious: the doors must be locked at all times, the curtains drawn so he won't be able to see in, and we'll have to stay inside. Nobody will be able to come in, and nobody will be able to leave. Except right now...Meg, you may come in. We have things to discuss."
Meg quietly entered the house and she and Christine went in to sit in the sitting room. I locked the doors behind Meg and proceeded in drawing the curtains and locking the other doors that led outside and drawing the other curtains.
It took me a good ten minutes to safe-guard our home, then I went to see what Meg and Christine were up to. I could hear their girlish chatter and giggles and when I entered the room, they were looking at Christine's beautiful ring.
"What are you ladies up to?"
Christine blushed and Meg went and sat down.
"Nothing, mon Ange...just looking at my ring..."
I shook my head and sighed. No matter what the situation was, a new piece of jewelry would be the topic of discussion.
I went and prepared myself a brandy, and asked Meg and Christine if I could get them anything. They both declined, so I went and sat next to Christine and put my arm around her. Things were awkwardly silent for a moment, until Meg started chattering.
"Mon Dieu, Erik, that is a beautiful ring that you gave Christine. When will this event be taking place?"
I looked at Christine, who was shaking her head.
"Meg, we just became engaged moments before your arrival. We haven't had time to discuss such matters. But now, there are more important matters: our safety, Christine's safety. So please, tell us all you know about this situation at hand."
Meg sighed and began her tale.
"I haven't told anybody this, not even ma mère. I go into the city once a week to do some shopping, and ironically, Raoul always meets into me. He always askes about you and Christine, but I always tell him that I know nothing, like Maman told me to. Of course, he gets terrible upset and threatens me and Maman,but I always tell him that if I find out something I inform him at once. Well, today I was shopping and I saw Raoul speaking to some shady looking characters. I put my head down and walked by him, and the men were giving him your address. I stayed calm and passed by again to make sure I heard correctly, and I heard him saying something about Christine being sorry she left him, but that he would never harm her...instead...Erik would have to pay the price. When I heard this, I panicked and came here. Nobody knows where I am...mon dieu, Maman must be terribly worried...I'm supposed to be meeting her for lunch right now...I must leave right now...Erik, Christine, I'm so happy for you. Make sure that I am invited to the wedding. Maman will be thrilled, as well. Oh, I'm so sorry on ruining your special moment...I'm so sorry."
Christine and I escorted her to the door while she continued to apologize, while we reassured her over and over again that it was better that we knew about this situation sooner. After she left and I locked the doors, I looked at Christine, who ran to see refuge in my arms. She sobbed quietly into my shoulder, and all I could do was stroke her hair and blindly assure her that everything would be fine.
Wow...this chapter was hard to write. Please R&R, I really appreciate it. Also, ideas are helpful.