Chapter 5- Pain and Tears
The Opera Ghost stood there in the middle of Crystal's room starring at her.
She was shaking and was scared. She knew he had noticed it.
Even though the Opera Ghost was furious with her for associating with Pierre, it pained him greatly to see her in this state. He would not let Crystal fall into the arms of the wrong man just as he let Christine fall into the arms of the wrong man. He was determined not to make the same mistake twice.
As Crystal was thinking to herself about what he would say or do, she realized the door was still open. She quickly shut and locked it before leaning her back up against it.
"Whom do you think you are talking to Pierre Gratton?" the Opera Ghost finally said in a loud voice.
Crystal, decided not to show him her weak side, said to the masked man grinning, "Why? A bit jealous are you?"
The Opera Ghost imminently stormed towards her grabbing her delicate arms with his gloved hands. Crystal let out a whimper as he squeezed tighter.
"Good, feel the pain. For it is but a taste of what you shall receive from Monsieur Gratton my dear." He said growling at her.
Tears began filling her eyes as she struggled to speak.
"At least he is mannered enough to tell me his name, unlike some people." She said trying to break free from his grasp.
He let Crystal go, pushing her slightly towards the door.
"Erik. My name is Erik!" he paused. "And your little friend Peirre is not someone I would call a gentlemen. Neither would Meg Giry for that matter." Erik said turning away from her so she could only see the unmasked side of his face.
Crystal, rubbing her arms from their soreness, said, "You are not someone I would call a gentlemen either. Neither would Meg Giry for that matter."
Erik slowly placed a hand on his porcelain mask. His head now facing the floor. Crystal walked over to him. She was standing in front of Erikand placeda hand on his chin pulling his head up to face her own.
"It is not ones face that makes them a gentlemen Erik, but the way they act towards others that does."
Just hearing Crystal say his name, gave him comfort inside.
Crystal withdrew her hand and walked away from him saying, "Besides, I have seen your face and it does not frighten me."
Next thing Crystal knew, Erik was tugging at her skirts pulling her back to him. Crystal, almost yelling, said, "Don't you ever…"
"How have you seen my face?" Erik interrupted her.
Crystal crossed her arms and answered him. "I saw your face when Christine Daae revealed it to us, the audience, during Don Juan Triumphant." she told him.
Erik walked to the mirror, placing a hand on it. He had not heard that name come from someone's mouth, other than his, in a long time.
"I was neither laughing nor screaming Erik, I assure you." Crystal said looking at him.
Erik, looking at her through the mirror, said, "Of course you were, everyone was." He paused taking in a deep breath before saying, "Christine humiliated me. It was so…unforgettable."
Crystal, now crying, answered him.
"No I was not!" she paused to wipe away the tears running down her face before finishing, "I shall never forget the horror of that night. But it was not your face that frightened me so. It was…" Crystal said now crying into her hands.
"It was what?" Erik said turning from the mirror and placing a hand on the back of her head feeling the softness of her hair.
Crystal swatted it away. She looked up at Erik with her swollen red eyes. She had an angry expression upon her face that was now covered in tears.
"Leave me alone!" She yelled before running on top of her bed, burying her face within the pillows.
Erik, wanting very much to lay down next to her and sooth her pain, simply replied, "As you wish."
When Crystal looked up seconds later, Erik was gone.
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