What Lies Beyond
Chap 4! Tears and friendship
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Chapter 4: Friends?
Mary's POV
Eric..Hmmm...It definitely has a ring to it. I tried to think of something interesting to say but just babbled.
"Erik, huh? That's a very good name." Babble, pure babble. He gave me a half smile which was better than nothing. Our eyes caught and we gazed at each other for a moment. He's even sexier in person. Arghh..I've got to quit having these thoughts! Even though it's true. As I continued my so called "mental battle", Erik continued to look me up and down. I couldn't help but blush.
He must have seen me because he gave a smirk and stood up as if to leave. Instead if leaving though, he went over to the other chair and picked up my dress I had been wearing. " Mademoiselle, I'm afraid your dress is still wet from your, "entrance" to my home...he said trying to contain a chuckle. I just raised my eyebrows at him. "
"So I'm stuck wearing this for a while?" I asked smirking, while gesturing to his shirt that I wore down to my knees. To him I must look hilarious.
He looked at my attire and nodded while laughing. Yep, just freaking hilarious. He sat down still laughing quietly.
He doesn't seem as sad he did in the movie...I thought. He seems...almost ..happy?
He saw me staring at him and he sighed. I hadn't noticed I had been staring at his mask.
Erik's POV
She was staring at my mask. I sighed deeply and looked away. I decided to make conversation.
"Do you mind if I ask you some questions?" I asked raising my visible eyebrow.
"Umm..sure, why not..." she said with a small smile. She has a lovely smile. I silently cursed myself.
" Not to be rude but, why have you not asked about my mask? Or better yet what lies beneath my mask? I asked, sounding colder than I had meant to.
" Because, I know what lies beyond your mask." she said cautiously.
Mary's POV
"How!" he hissed.
" Well, in my time, you are quiet famous, Erik. There are many books, plays, movies, and operas dedicated to your story."
His anger melted away into confusion. " What is a "movie"?" he asked.
"It's like a show, but we have these devices that allow us to watch them whenever we please on a screen."
He still looked confused but, he began to get angry again.
"And just what story is it that has made me so famous?" he said obviously not buying my story.
"It's the story of you, Christine, and that fop Raoul." he looked at me in disbelief and just shook his head.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly. He nodded but clearly wanted to change the subject.
"I noticed that your accent is not pure French, may I inquire as to where you are from?"
"Well," I said clearing my throat," I am originally from America. My family and I lived in New York City."
He nodded and I continued." I had to learn French because, my father bought me a home on the outskirts of Paris for a graduation present." I began tearing up but looked away, so he failed to notice.
Erik's POV
" Did your family move with you?" I asked, genuinely interested.
She looked at me and then I saw the tears." No." she barely whispered. I bent down in front of her and wiped the tears away. Then she did something someone had never done...
She slid her arms around my neck and hugged me.
I was shocked at first, to have a woman in my arms but I soon became comfortable with it. She sobbed into my chest and all I could do was rub her back and whisper comforting things to her.
She became still and her breathing became quiet. I thought she was asleep but, as I laid her down on the swan bed she clung to my neck desperately. She looked up into my eyes and said very quietly," Thank you so much, Erik." I smiled at her and she released her hold on my neck.
Once I had made sure she was comfortable, I turned to leave and took one last look at the woman who had done something others had nightmares about.
She had become friends with the Phantom of the Opera.
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