Okay people. Right now I'm on my mother's laptop and so farI can only update one chapter. I already wrote up to Masquerade and right now you guys are at Music of the Night. So yeah, I've been keeping myself busy. I don't know when I'll update again so I just try to do it as soon as I can and when I can. So here's Chapter Nine: Music of the Night.
Chapter Nine: Music of the Night
Christine could hardly believe her eyes. But he was there, right before her eyes, holding her hand, leading her downward.
She watched him in amazement only thinking how her Angel had finally appeared to her. She noticed that once in a while he would look back, as if assuring himself that she really was there.
But she would follow him anywhere, she would follow her Angel down to the depths of hell if he led her.
At this point, we'll reach it, she thought. He kept leading her downward until at last they reached a sort of stream.
On the stream there was a gondola waiting for them. They stopped in front of it and he stepped aboard.
When he saw her reluctance, he extended his hand. He didn't need to say anything because in the next moment, she placed her hand in his and he helped her as she stepped aboard.
The caverns were large and dark. The only thing that provided any light was the large torch that was in the boat with them. It was also the same torch that helped light the way down the long, dark hallways.
They didn't speak to each other as he rowed the gondola down the secretive stream. She would have confused it with a sewer if it weren't for the surroundings. There were bricks among bricks and they were all so black and gloomy.
The darkness didn't seem to end, it stretched out in front of her, until at last some light blossomed up ahead.
It was small at first but then grew to be a large lair. There were candles everywhere, and incense too. It all smelled heavenly and made Christine pay attention to every detail.
It was very large and it was all separated by a metal gate that was now raised.
There were a lot of curtains and dark colored drapes covering a lot of things. She continued looking and spotted a small organ. He stopped the small boat, got out and helped her out.
When her feet were on solid ground, she began to wander around. And as she looked around, he would not tear his eyes away from her. It was as if he couldn't believe she was there.
She felt the same way. She wanted to say something witty, something remarkable but all that would come out was: "Umm, hi."
Then he began to advance, a smile spreading. "There is no need for you to be coy with me Christine."
She instantly recognized that voice. If there was any doubt of who he was, it all vanished with those words.
"For I know what it is that you truly yearn for," he continued.
Her breath began to quicken as he approached her. "What would that be?"
He moved toward her and when he placed his hands on her bare shoulders, he said. "Comfort, guidance. Something that the night can give you." He moved behind her and she didn't turn.
He began to touch her face, her arms and shoulders as if to infuse himself in her warmth. "I am the one you have confided in. I know all your dark desires, your wishes that at times you crave could come true."
His hands moved down her form. They moved from her neck down her sides of her waist. "There is no need to fear the night, Christine, the gift the dark can give you. Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams. I heard you sing and thought you were perfect. You, Christine, are the only one that can make my song take flight. Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar. Only then will you be free to dream as you never did before."
His hands touched her cheek softly making her shut her eyes. "Christine," he whispered. "Let your fantasies go, this is the darkness you know you can't fight. Don't fight the music of the night. Don't fight me."
Then she felt his hands let go. When she looked at him again, she found he was walking to the small organ.
"I want to show you," was all he said.
She followed him to the organ and watched his fingers as they slid up and down the keys. She watched as he began to play a sweet but depressing song. She couldn't help but feel moved by it.
She thought he was going to sing, but he didn't.
She had never heard music like that. These days it was filled with so much rap and techno beats in the songs. She didn't think that people these days appreciated the kind of music that her father had taught her to adore and create.
She looked at him fascinated by him. Before she was aware of moving, her hand reached out and lightly touched his left cheek. He closed his eyes as if absorbing her warmth. Then he placed his hand over her's as if willing it to stay. He continued playing with the other.In a way, she felt bad for him. How long had he been down here, not talking to anyone?
It reminded her so much of a story she had heard before, but she wasn't interested in it right then.
She looked at his mask. Why would anyone with a soul as amazing as his cover his face?
She traced his eyebrow but was too overcome by curiosity to stop. She reached for his mask and pulled it off. She realized it was a big mistake.
In the moment it took her to take off his mask, he stopped playing, grabbed her arms and threw her to the floor.
She cried out at his sudden anger when she fell to the stone floor. She didn't know he was that temperamental or strong.
"What is wrong with you?" He screamed using his hand to cover his face. "I came to you, Christine! I came to you when you asked! I've always been there for you! I taught you what you know and yet you ask for more! There is a reason I am hidden from you! Don't you understand that! I know you will cower in fear before me! I do this for a reason, don't you understand!"
Christine found herself nodding. She was still on the floor with the mask in her hands against her. She didn't say anything but gave him his mask with trembling hands.
After a second, he took the mask and turned from her to put it on.
"I-I'm sorry," she found herself saying. "I don't know what made me-"
He sighed and turned to her, all anger drained. The mask once again on his face. "Forgive me, Christine. It was not my intent to harm you."
Christine bit her lip but believed him.
"Come, they will search for you." With that, he extended his hand to her. Then she placed it in his.
As he led her away she asked him something to try to lighten the mood. "What do I call you?"
He looked at her inquiringly.
"Or do you want me to call you 'Hey, you, Angel'?"
He smiled at her attempt to make a joke. He just didn't laugh. "You may call me Erik if you wish."
Okay, now this is the part where I say send some reviews and stuff. But i won't. I'll say, Please send some reviews. Let me know if I am keeping Erik -aka, the phantom- in character. Stay tuned for the next chapter: Chapter Ten-Spilling the Beans.
