Just wanted you all to know that while i was writing this chapter i was listending to the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack and when it came to the Point of no Return i actaully had to stop writing and sing along with it! Wow that movies good! Anyone agree? hehe Oh and i just want to thank my super fantastic reviewers! I love you and the reviews you make! Keep up the reviews and maybe ill keep up the chapters lol well enjoy! oh and before you read on i have to ask you all a very important question. I was thinking about changing the name of my story.i wanted to change it to "The Opera Ghost was more than a mere shade" but please review on this chapter and this questions and let me know what you would rather have! For now i will keep it as "The day he fell in love with an angel" oh ya...have fun reading this chappie
Chapter 12- A Visit Under the Moonlight
It was nearly dinnertime when Madame Giry sat in front of her vanity and began tying her long brown hair into a braid. She very rarely wore it any other way.
As she interweaved her straight hair, she thought about both Crystal and Christine. She loved them both very much. She knew the suffering Christine went through and it hurt it deeply. Just thinking about the fact that the same suffering might be brought upon Crystal caused tears to form beneath her eyes. She felt sympathetic for both Erik and Crystal.
Once the tears began to blur her vision, she realized what she was doing and straightened up, finishing tying her braid.
She rubbed her fingers across her eyes, wiping away the tears, and pinched her cheeks to give them a natural glow. Lastly she licked her lips and left her small room to check on Crystal.
Madame Giry walked down the grand halls in a slow manor listening to the echo of her footsteps and the chatter coming from the dining hall.
As she was dawning towards Crystal's room she saw a man creep out of the darkness, slouching over rubbing his head.
Madame Giry could see not who it was and began squinting her eyes as if to look a little harder. When she finally realized it was Pierre who was the creeper, she opened her mouth in shock. She lifted up the bottoms of her skirt and picked up her pace as she rushed over to Pierre who was struggling putting something quite large into the pocket of his trousers.
"Monsieur Gratton!" Madame Giry snapped at him.
Pierre's head jerked up as he saw Madame Giry nearly standing right in front of him.
"Ah Antoinette! How's the daughter doing? Good I hope." Pierre smirked at her.
Placing both her hands on her hips and sticking her nose up at Pierre, Madame Giry opened her mouth saying, "Since when do you care about anyone other than yourself?" she asked lifting up an eyebrow.
Pierre answered her with something he knew she wouldn't want to hear. "You would think that now wouldn't you. But ever since Mademoiselle Blyth," he smiled saying her name. "Has arrived here, she has simply changed me, one might say. The more and more time we spend together it bring us closer, Antoinette."
Her eyes now wide with rage as Pierre began taking his leave.
"Oh you think you're clever aren't you." She thought.
"Tell me Monsieur Gratton." Madame Giry shouted getting Pierre's attention. "Where did you get that enormously large bump on the top of your head? It is repulsive do you not think?" Madame Giry pointed to his head with her cane with a disgusted look upon her face. She knew Erik gave it to him, and it sickened her at the fact why he did.
"I…fell!" Pierre shouted threw his teeth.
"No need to raise your temper. Good day Monsieur." Madame Giry said throwing her long braid over her shoulder as she turned on her heel and walked down to Crystal's room. She could hear the sound of Pierre growling under his breath as she walked away from him.
As Crystal's bedroom door was now in sight, Madame Giry thought to herself why Pierre was lurking in the shadows for it was nearly dinner and he should have been in the dinning hall.
When Madame Giry had reached Crystal's doors, they creaked open and the lights were faded low for only a few candles remained lit upon her nightstand. She walked in over by Crystal's bed and turned on a few gas lamps to bring warmth to the room.
Madame Giry sat down beside Crystal and shook the young girls arms slightly to wake her. She whispered her name but Crystal made no movement. She lightly tapped the side of Crystal's face a few times to see if that would wake her.
Nothing.
Madame Giry then put her finger underneath her nose to check if she still breathed. She was.
"Surely she cannot be in such a deep sleep." Madame Giry sat back away from Crystal frowning. "Perhaps…no!" she looked by her nightstand were Doctor Thomas left Crystal her medicine. Her eyes widened with fear for it was no longer there. "Pierre! No he wouldn't dare."
She leaned down to Crystal's mouth and smelt her breath. Sure enough it smelt intoxicated and she immediately knew Pierre had paid her a visit.
Madame Giry felt Crystal's head. It was burning and her hands were freezing, along with her entire body. She was covered in goose bumps. Madame Giry sighed, rubbing the sweat off Crystal's face and rushed over to the fireplace.
As she struggled lighting the fire, she heard a swooshing sound come from the other end of the room. She hadn't needed to turn her head for she already knew who it was.
"Why are you here?" she asked kneeling down still attempting to make a fire.
"Never mind me. What happened to her?" Erik asked shutting the mirror and knelt down on one knee beside Crystal's bed taking her icy cold hand in his.
Madame Giry got up from the floor and sighed out in frustration for she couldn't get the fire to even spark a flame. "A doctor came and brought her medicine for her wrist. I fear Pierre came in and gave her far too much. She passed out and I tried lighting a fire to…"
"I know what you were doing Antoinette. I've not lost my sight." Erik got up and made his way to her. "You may take your leave. I shall take care of her now."
"I am not going anywhere Erik. You are not the only person in this room who cares for her." She gave a stern look to the man who no longer frightened her.
Erik breathed deeply in threw his nose and starred hard into the women's eyes. "If you do not leave I will make you leave my dear." He said taking a step toward the women who saved him so many years ago.
Madame Giry stuck her nose in the air and headed towards the large pinewood doors. She grabbed the handles and turned her head around facing Erik, who was now tenderly stroking Crystal's face.
Madame Giry knew she was going to regret doing this in the future, but she had to. She turned back to both the doors and furiously swung them open. She turned back around and saw Erik's eyes widened with rage and anger.
'How dare she expose me like this! For at any moment ANYONE could walk by and they would see. See that the Phantom of the Opera still exists. She will pay. God damn of it is the last thing I do this bitch will pay.'
Erik made sure she knew exactly what he was feeling by the dreadful expression he held upon his face, which was red in anger. His veins bulging from his neck as he bit down hard into his teeth.
Madame Giry did not even need to look up at his face to know what kind of hatred he now had towards her. She knew he would react like this, for she had betrayed the Opera Ghost.
Erik waved his cloak in an outrage and without delay was off threw the mirror and slammed it shut forcefully. Madame Giry was surprised it hadn't shattered.
She shut the doors as fast as she had opened them and rushed over to Crystal's side tightly grabbing her hand.
Crystal slowly scrunched up her nose as if it were itchy. Madame Giry saw he eyes move beneath her eyelids. She was finally awakening as Madame Giry sat beside Crystal on the bed pulling away the strains of her hair sticking to her forehead from the sweat.
"Erik?" Crystal muttered through her lips. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Madame Giry smiling down at her. "Antoinette!" she said surprised that she just spoke Erik's name out loud to someone who was not Erik! She didn't know how to explain it.
"Erik? Perhaps you were having a dream." Madame Giry lied.
Pierre slammed his bedroom door shut and hammered Crystal's medicine bottle down hard on his desk. He was furious at Madame Giry for questioning him about the bump, which was now actually starting to look as large as a goose's egg. He knew she was close with Crystal and thought she too knew of this 'Erik' who knocked him unconscious.
"Crystal is mine and only mine! I will not share her with that pig, whoever he may be!" Pierre said to himself as he paced back and forth, He would not leave his room for the remainder of the evening unless it was necessary for far too many people had already asked about his ridiculously large bump resting upon his head. He had told each a different lie and didn't want anyone else asking.
For the rest of the night, Pierre ordered his dinner be brought to his room as well as a fire to be lit in his fireplace.
After his dinner he grabbed the medicine bottle and brought it to him on the bed. He sat his back up against the backboards of his long bed, conjuring up yet another plan to feed Crystal this almost poisoning fluid.
Crystal had awakened and was sitting up on her bed eating the white bread Madame Giry had brought her to eat. Her colour had now returned to her and she was looking much more lively now than when Madame Giry had first seen her this evening.
"Antoinette, I'm feeling much better now. Do you not think perhaps I could take my dinner with me to the dining hall? Crystal asked looking at her with puppy dog eyes.
Madame Giry lightly laughed as she got up from her chair and moved it a bit closer to Crystal's bed and sat down fixing her skirts. "Crystal, I know you wish to see Meg, she wants to see you as well, but I don't want you leaving this bed until at least tomorrow.
"I suppose." Crystal answered slouching her back and rested he chin in her hand. She looked down at her broken writs and frowned at the fact that Pierre was the one who caused it to break.
"Well I must be off to attend my own dinner. I will tell Meg that she may see you tomorrow. As will I." Madame Giry got up from her chair and kissed Crystal's forehead. "Get a good sleep tonight and try not to think about Pierre." She said walking over to the doors.
Crystal gave a sad smile back at Madame Giry as she left her room.
Letting out a loud sigh, Crystal placed the remained of her bread on her nightstand. She had no interest in staying in her room even if Antoinette disapproved of it, for she was feeling much better and wanted to be outside in the fresh air.
Pushing the heavy covers off from overtop her legs, Crystal got up from the bed and walked towards her closet. She swung open the door and grabbed an outfit for she hadn't planed on leaving her room in her nightshift. Crystal brought her clothes to her change curtain and placed them on top of it.
She slowly began removing her nightshift, placing it neatly overtop the change curtain as well. She grabbed her white lacey shirt with three quarter length sleeves and slid it on over her white corset, buttoning up the white bottoms to her neck. It was quite difficult doing this with only one good hand.
She then grabbed her long off-white coloured skirt and stepped into it buttoning the back up. She simply looked elegant wearing both of these colours together. She hasn't yet worn it since her parents passed away. They had always complimented her on it.
She signed lightly and stepped out from behind the change curtain and walked over to the large mirror. She grabbed a few pins from and vanity and loosely pinned her hair up leaving a few wavy strains hanging down over her shoulders.
As she was fixing her hair she heard a faint whisper come from behind the mirror.
"Look for me by moonlight."
Confused at what she just heard, Crystal placed her hand on the mirror and studied it thoroughly.
"Erik?" she said into the mirror. There was no answer in return. All Crystal heard was the swooshing of a cloak.
She shook the feeling off and walked back to her closet and grabbed her warm shawl. She threw it over her shoulders knowing it was nearly December and it would be chilly outside.
Before she left, Crystal placed her black boots on and tied up the many laces prior to taking her bedroom key and locking the door behind her.
It didn't take Crystal long to reach the roof of the Palais Garnier, for she simply had to find a set of stairs leading upward and follow them. Crystal had stopped several times as she climbed higher for she was very frightened of heights. She wanted desperately to be outside so she continued on her way.
She finally reached the door leading to the rooftop and pushed it open.
She stepped outside onto the white snow and breathed in the cold air. It had been the first snowfall of the year and she loved how the snowflakes slowly trickled down and landed on her lashes.
Crystal smiled and walked toward a rather large statue on the middle of the roof, it was of an angel playing a horn, and she was beautiful. Crystal was standing still far away from the edge but she felt as if she was standing on the tip of it. She grabbed hold to the statue tightly leaning into it before sliding herself to the ground. She cared not that her dress was getting wet; all she cared about was being outside and being away from the world.
The calm wind blew her loose waves across her face. Her nose was turning a slight red and she pulled her shawl around her body tightly keeping herself warmer.
Crystal looked down from the night sky and onto her broken wrist. It was swollen and red. Slowly she began moving her fingers. They had moved much more now then when Doctor Thomas was in her room.
She smiled lightly to herself, still upset that she wouldn't be able to play the piano for quite sometime. She was determined to shorten that time.
Crystal was so deep in thought about her wrist that she almost hadn't heard a noise coming from the other side of the statue. It sounded as if someone had fallen.
She got up from the cold ground, using the statue for support, and walked nervously around to the other side as she gripped on to the sides of her skirt tightly.
Crystal lighted her eyebrows in shock and ran over to the man lying on his back. No doubt he slipped on the slippery ground from the wet snow.
She bent down to her knees and lifted the man's face. She turned his head up towards her and saw Erik's blue-green eyes starring into her hazel ones. She smiled and helped Erik to his feet while wiping off the snow that was left on his cloak.
Crystal now stood in front of the handsome man shivering. It had gotten cold quite fast and she wasn't nearly close to being dressed in something warm enough.
Erik looked at Crystal's shaking body. In his eyes, she had never looked so beautiful than she did now, with her teeth chattering, her body shivering under her lacy clothes, and her nose as red as a strawberry. He smiled at her opening up his cloak and wrapped it around Crystal, pulling her into him.
The warmth of not just his body, but his soul, made her snuggle up closer to him, resting her hand on his heart making her feel safe.
He wrapped his large arms around her back and waist while holding onto his clock. He felt her shivering slow down as he moved his hands along her back while she wrapped her arms around his body underneath his velvet cloak.
Erik has never has a women hold him like this so close before. He hasn't dared to hold Christine like this, but Crystal was different. She looked at him different than Christine had. Christine had always looked at him with curiosity, always wanting to know only the face behind the mask. But Crystal gave him a different feeling than Christine had. She looked at him with love and passion and he felt the need he had to protect her.
Pushing Christine out of his mind, Erik rubbed his hands over Crystal's back keeping her warmer as she rested her head on his shoulder.
She closed her eyes as his hands slowly caressed her body making her feel warm and safe. She hadn't thought any man would make her feel the way she was feeling deep down inside her abdomen from simply holding her.
Keeping her thoughts to herself, Crystal nervously moved her eyes up to his. She looked at his mask wishing desperately he would find the need to not have to wear it. She wanted him to know that she didn't care about what was underneath the mask. She wanted him to know she only cared about him. The real him. The part he didn't need to hide.
Erik looked down at Crystal who had the face of an angel. He brought his gloved hand up to her face and cupped her cheek. He wanted very much to do more than hold her, but he knew that a man with his condition would never get the chance. He savored this precious moment for as long as he could.
Erik had been kissed before but never had enough courage to ever bring himself to kiss Christine. He didn't want her to look at him in disgust as everyone always had. At that moment, Crystal was looking at him with compassion and the look in her eyes said she was happy and safe. He held Crystal's body more tightly and closer to his own while pushing her chin up slightly to face him. He leaned his head down and rested his forehead on Crystal's.
The look in Crystal's eyes had soon changed. She was no longer smiling up at him, but now had a sad look resting upon her angelic face.
Erik soon realized she was now repulsed by him. He knew he could never act like a normal man to her.
He backed away from her untying his cloak and wrapped it around Crystal's shoulders. A look of sadness was in his eyes as he turned his back on Crystal knowing she could never love him. Knowing no one could ever love him.
Erik was stopped in his tracks when he felt Crystal's soft hand grab his arm. She had known why he had backed away from her. She now had to prove to him he was wrong.
She pulled Erik's body so close against hers, he could feel her breasts being crushed between their bodies. Crystal moved her hands up to his chest, his neck, and cupped his face with her hands and parted her lips slowly as they firmly yet gently pressed against Erik's.
His eyes had still been open for he couldn't believe what was happening. This woman whom he thought he had offended by being so close to had voluntarily kissed him. He soon after closed his eyes and dug his fingers in her hair as he gently kissed her back.
Her lips were soft and smooth against his own and he felt the need for more. He softly parted her lips more with his velvety tongue and slipped it into her mouth.
Crystal had tensed up immediately and let go of Erik taking several steps backwards. Her eyes began filling with tears.
"What have I done? Oh God what have I done?" she cried out trembling as she placed her fingers overtop her lips which were wet from Erik's kisses.
"Crystal, what is it?"
She looked up at Erik and he eyes widened with horror as she took his cloak off and threw it at him.
"I can't do this. I'm sorry Erik, I cant!" Crystal cried out and ran to the door leading back down into the Opera Hous.e
"Crystal wait." Erik called back after her.
"Please, don't make it any harder than it already is." She said wiping her tears and disappeared through the door.
"Don't make what harder?" he called out to no one as he feel to his knees with his cloak clutched in his hands.
He had felt like shouting out in frustration, but he had thought of a better idea which would be much more useful. When Crystal would return to her room, he would be there waiting for her.
OHH did you all like this chapter, how bout the ending? you like that at all! please dont be mad at me for it! I had to and you will understand why in the chapters to come. I promise! Review!