As I said, this one is going to be kind of long. So no complaining! Yes, little innocent Amile is getting jealous! And now Erik is going to have to make a decision whether he wants her or Christine. Heavy stuff, no? Yes, this is Amile's point of view when Christine goes to the lair for the first time. So this ought to be interesting. And, yet again, I use my special German knowledge for the title. I was listening to 'Herzeleid' by Rammstein when I wrote this chapter. And 'Herzeleid' means 'heartbreak'. And as someone suggested, a little hint of some E/A romance. Very little though. Anyway, grab a mochalatte (hurrah for Varyssa!) and enjoy!
Chapter 15: Heartbreak
Amile curled up in the rafters and sobbed. Everything she really loved was being pulled away from her by Christine. Erik had abandoned her anyway. Christine would pay dearly for this, even if it meant breaking Erik's own heart. It would never live up to what she was feeling. He would never know what it was like to be blind and unloved. The two did not mix together very well. All Amile could think of was how to get Erik back. In a spark of anger, she thought of how to get Christine away from him.
She went down to the dressing room area again to the end of the hall where Christine was, then she felt Erik nearby. She hid behind the door that she had hid behind to hide from Christine so many years ago. She heard his footsteps then a lock clicked. As soon as she knew he was gone, she ran up and pressed her ear against the door. A cold feeling swept over her. Any source of warmth in the theatre seemed to be extinguished. Then she heard Erik's voice practically explode into the room. He was using the ventriloquism trick that he knew so well. Christine sang back to him in the sweetest voice she could. Amile felt her rage almost subside when she heard the young soprano. She was like a siren that Amile had heard so many stories about. A siren's voice was supposed to bring someone in and kill them. It was like a trap. That was exactly what Christine was doing. Her voice would be Erik's end. Then Erik's voice mirrored the siren trick by singing in a hypnotizing way. With that, Amile leapt from her spot and took a shortcut to the lair.
Luckily for Amile, she got there just as she saw Erik and Christine in the boat, just coming in. She heard the normally calm water being disrupted. In a quick movement, she was behind her bed and pressed her back to hit, trying to calm herself. Erik and Christine sang back and forth to eachother. Then the voices quieted. To Amile's surprise and fear, she felt Erik come closer. Did he know she was there? Instead, he placed a sleeping Christine on Amile's bed. Amile knew this when she felt the curtain touch the back of her neck. Then Erik left.
Amile quietly followed him, using her instincts to hide behind everything. Then she followed him to where he stood by the lake. Cautiously, she stood behind him. Afraid he might smack her again. He sighed gently. "Amile, I won't hurt you, I promise." He probably heard her approach. He turned around and put his hands on her shoulders gently. "I honestly promise." Her sparkling eyes looked up at him, not focusing on him, but somewhere close. "Do you really promise?" she asked softly, sounding like a child. In answer, she felt his lips touch her's in his way of rectifing a promise. He pulled away gently.
"Yes, I do."
She stood in shock, amazed he had kissed her like that. His hands never left her shoulders. "I'm your father, I can do that." he said, in almost a joking manner. She was still shocked. He hugged her tightly, then left.
The whole night, Amile laid on her blanket behind her bed. She could only think of the kiss. Sure he was her father, but not her bilogical father. He may have meant it just in a family kind of way, but then again, judging the state his mind was in, it could have meant anything. She heard Christine get up and start singing again. Would the girl ever shut up? Amile stayed behind the bed, listening intently. There was a silence before she heard Erik start yelling and swearing. A very small smile came over the girl. Christine had made a bad mistake, she pulled off Erik's mask. The cursing continued and Amile couldn't help but smile at Christine's sobs. Now she knew what pain felt like. Then a silence came over again and she could hear a forgiving silence from Erik. He could never stop loving Christine, it was against his nature. Though the thought of the kiss was still showing that he still loved his daughter. This only dulled the pain of Amile's hearbreak.
