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Chapter 35: The Perfect Night
Amile laid on her bed, her body fully rested at last. Erik watched her like a hawk, watching for any sign of her being sick. He felt like an actual father for once. Mainly because he didn't want to risk losing her again. She felt like he was some sort of hypochondriac. Except torwards her. If she even coughed for some reason, he would watch her until he was sure she was okay, which was usually one long 10-minute stare. He also watched her as long as he could when she slept. Her paleness still scared him, but he forced himself to realize that was her normal color.
One night, she watched him in amazement. He suddenly was all excited and moving much more. He seemed also to be designing something. A new black mask was created and a new minature of the stage was created, this time decorated with flames and was shimmering with glitter and light. New models were set up, one a minature of himself. She was confused as she watched him create it. This time, he loosened the chandelier on the stage and grinned at it. This action brought fear into her. He never did anything to the chandelier, except when he swung on it many years ago just to scare some people. She barely remembered that. That was back when she looked up to her father, wanting to create her own legacy of fear and chaos. But now she wanted him to stop. She couldn't look up to him anymore. He was becoming irrational and insane.
That night, he came to her and looked at her drawing pad.
"Amile? Can you do me a favor?"
She glanced up at him. He hadn't asked her to do anything for him in awhile. She only nodded. He smiled, almost in relief.
"I wanted to know if you could help me on the night of the opera. That disgusting boy who calls himself Raoul, he will be in Box Five on the opera night, no doubt. But I want you to do several things. First, when you go up to the theatre, activate the water cage trap below the stairs. Then go to Box Five and make sure Raoul doesn't do anything stupid as he usually does. After awhile, I want you to go straight back down to the lair and wait for me, is that clear?"
She nodded, almost upset by her father's orders. The water cage trap was rarely activated unless Erik wanted heightened security for some strange reason, which was basically never. Then his eyes widened as he remembered something.
"Amile, I do want you to be as careful as possible. The French police will be there. They are expecting me. If they catch you, who knows what will happen then!"
Now fear coursed through her veins. The police? How far were the managers and Raoul willing to go to protect their precious soprano angel? She felt anger for Raoul then. Then again, she felt fear all over her. She hated Christine for taking Erik away from her, she hated Raoul just for being there, and she hated the managers for being stubborn fools and not paying heed to the warnings that Erik practically shoved in their faces. She glared up at Erik, her most evil and malicious smile on her face.
"I would be more than happy to," she stated, her voice dripping with malice and anger.
He smiled at her and nodded.
"Good then. I expect you to do only your best. And this time, I want the Blood Ghost to do it."
He winked at her, which he did very rarely. She smiled up at him. Then she put her drawing pad to the side and hugged him. He sat down next to her and hugged her back. He put his head partially on her shoulder and whispered, "No matter what, you will always be mine. Not even Christine can stop that."
Her heart fluttered at those words, words she had wanted to hear for months. He kissed her neck lightly, making her heart only beat faster. It seemed so unnatural, having any true loving feeling torwards her own father. It just seemed wrong, but she accepted it, still hesistantly. Right there, she admitted to herself, she had fallen in love with him. Something about him seemed so beautiful, but so deadly. He just wasn't the father type. He was a romantic, a hopeless romantic, yearning for a girl he could never have. In her mind, she screamed at him that he had her. But it seemed too selfish, to fall in love someone who had taken care of you for fourteen years, not counting the two you had been around mid-Europe.
He fell asleep for the first time in months. He had relaxed, which was not normal for him. Stress was always upon him like a preying animal, bent on taking over him. But now he laid on her bed, lightly breathing and partially smiling. She smiled gently at him and removed his mask. Then she pulled a velvet blanket around him. He closed his eyes tighter and curled up like a cat. She wanted to laugh. He never acted like that. It seemed so out of character. She laid next to him and stared at the stone ceiling, arching above them.
Candles burned relaxingly around them, giving the lair a warm feeling to it. One that made her sleepy. She forced her eyes open, only succeding to bringing them at half-lidded. She turned over lazily to face Erik. The bottom half of his face was hidden by the blanket. She smiled sleepily at him and pulled the blanket down, exposing his whole face. Looking around as if someone was watching, she turned back and kissed him gently on the lips. She smiled at him and dozed off, whispering, "Good night Daddy."
