I am sooo glad so many people like my story! Yay for me! I've been on hiatus lately and haven't written a lot. But i have wirtten so far the next five chapter and will send them in as soon as I get lots and lots of reviews! ;o) Anyways, right now I'm up to the part where Christine is in the Cemetery. Okay, so send a review and tootles!
Chapter Fifteen: A Solemn Vow
Erik watched them disappear into the auditorium, shutting the door behind them. But he didn't move, he didn't want to. He could feel his heart weighing down then breaking into a million fragments.
He had never known the betrayal he had felt at that moment. He should have known better than to get attached to anyone. He somehow knew she would betray her.
He looked at the floor angrily. Why? Christine, why did you do this to me?
He walked around but felt as if his legs couldn't carry him any longer. He fell, sitting on the cement roof.
Before, the mere mention of Christine's name made his heart swell with joy.
His poor heart that had gone cold and stone-like because of the fear and hate that he lived through all his life, grew bigger with love. He once hid in shadow and made contact with no one but not now. Now, he went out of his way to be noticed to even catch a glimpse of his beloved.
He loved her, he loved her more than life itself. The thing that got him out of bed every morning was the promise and certainty that he was going to see Christine. That was all he needed to get through the day.
He would admire her every day. How beautiful she always looked! Sometimes her hair was loose. He favored her with her hair down. He loved the way it curled at the ends but was so straight at the roots. He loved her brown eyes, especially when they got real soft at the mention of her Angel.
Him.
He loved her soft skin and the way it warmed his cold skin. He loved everything about her, he specially loved her lips. How he longed to have her soft lips. At times, he would picture her in a bed of sating and making her his at last.
He shook his head. Such thoughts were forbidden to him.
He suddenly recalled the first night he saw her.
He was instantly in love. That night, Christine and four other friends snuck into the auditorium, he saw her and urgently had the need to have her. He needed her. He didn't understand why he needed her so much until the next day.
The only reason he was there during their class was because he wanted to see the cast of that year. Carlotta was still the same as always.
Her head was only large enough to sustain hot air, not her brain. Megan Giry was as skinny as ever and her voice had improved.
Raoul de Chagny was as hothead as always, just like Carlotta. The rest of the boys seemed all to eager to please Carlotta and the girls all seemed to be interested in what they were wearing, which seemed to be getting shorter every year.
He recognized them all except one girl. The girl that the previous night took pity on him and his story of sorrow. He had been looking at her transfixed when he heard her sing. At that moment, he fell eve more in love with her. He watched, mesmerized on the angelic creature that sang with a passion beyond her years.
He later found out it was Christine Daaé, whose father, a very talented but poor violinist, who played to support his daughter died earlier that year due to an illness. Her mother had died during childbirth .Christine now lived with Madame and Meg Giry. Madame Giry had told him all of this, she was the only soul he trusted in all of those long years.
He watched her as Christine ran from the stage with tear-filled eyes. He so desperately wanted to dry her tears, so he followed, not caring who might see him. He followed her and listened to her every word about her Angel of Music. At that moment, he vowed that he would do everything in his power to keep her from shedding another tear again.
The students didn't know that André was taping their singing, this was just what needed.
He snuck into André's office and stole the tape. Then, he listened to the tape all day, imagining Christine in front of him, giving him a private concert.
It was while he was listening to the tape that he saw someone moving outside the Auditorium that night. He saw it through one of the windows he made where no one would see him.
His heard made somersaults in his chest when he saw who it was.
It was Christine! Christine had gone to see him. He thought quickly and opened the doors for her when she turned around.
He had lured her with the rose and beckoned her to stay. When she was about to leave, he did the only thing that came to mind he sand to her, something she would recognize.
Yes, he knew that he lied to her, fooled her into trusting him but he wanted her. He needed her.
He needed her more than the air in his lungs. He wanted her for so long.
He gave her lessons every night for months disguised as her Angel of Music. She told him that she had to sneak out every night to meet him.
He enjoyed her company and never wanted it to end. Yet she would always ask him to show him self to her. She didn't understand why he hid from her. But he knew she would react like all the others. She would be repulsed by him . He couldn't care the thought of it.
But one night, he decided he would show himself to her. That was the night he sabotaged Carlotta's cream to give Christine the lead. It was also the night the fop decided he was going to kiss her.
How dare he?
Thinking quickly, he cut the rope and let the piano fall.
After that, he finally revealed himself to her.
He almost wept with joy when he took her hand. He could finally touch her, he didn't want to hide in shadow any longer. That had happened weeks ago, including the letter. He had warned them, he had told them something had would happen, but they didn't listen.
That was his auditorium. He would say how things would run, he would say who got the lead. And he didn't have to explain why.
He didn't know that Christine would be so upset about Joseph's death. He was nothing to her.
But, alas, it seemed he was. He followed Christine to the roof where she began to cry.
As he began to approach her, to dry her tears, someone else joined them.
Raoul, the fop.
He hid in the shadows, watching and listening to them.
They loved each other.
He loved her.
She loved him.
His heart broken a thousand times. All love he felt towards her turned into hatred.
How dare she? How could she?
If it weren't for him she would be unknown.
He knew Raoul's love wasn't genuine like his. He only pretended to love her so he could use her.
How couldn't she see that?
Why did she use him and go running to Raoul?
Why? Why?
"Christine," he whispered sadly. "Why?"
She used him. She betrayed him. She denied him. She spat at his love for her.
He stood resolutely and making up his mind, he made a solemn vow. "She will curse the day she didn't do all that I asked of her."
Coming Soon: Chapter Sixteen Masquerade (you won't be disappointed, I promise) ;o)
