Sweet Intoxication
Chapter Ten: Memories
Author's Note : Hey guys! Sorry for the slow updates, but it's going to take me a LOOONG time to plan out and write the next few chaps. Since they never really tell you what was going on with Christine (in the movie) when Raoul was in the Mirror thing and talking to Madame Giry, I decide to give a little explination. Hope no one got confused or anything. :)Hope you like this update! And please, I am so stressed right now, I'd feel so much better reading a lot of long, detailed, reviews about what you guys think, so please, REVIEW!
Madame Giry opened the window blinds a bit, letting in some light as she prepared to reveal her dark story. She settled herself down into a chair, and gestured for Raoul to do the same. Spreading her skirts over her legs, she began her tale of how she found the mysterious Phantom as a young boy in a gypsy carnival and his misfortune, her rescue and how he came to be. Raoul almost couldn't believe this infamous devil was actually a real man. Moreso, a real man he suspected for a long while Christine might still hold affections for.
Madame Giry finished her tale and finally looked up, tears in her eyes " He has known nothing else of life sice then, except this Opera House. It was his playground, and now his artistic domain. He is a genius monsieur. He is a magaician and a composer, and archteict, and a designer. A genius monsieur!" Madame Giry said, now bursting into tears. Raoul looked at her and said kindly, but firmly "But clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness"
Erik silently snuck into Christine's room while Madame Giry began her tale. He could hardly believe his only friend would just open up and reveal everything she knew about Erik to someone. And the Vicomte, of all people! How dare she betray him like that. But, Erik had more important things to worry about. He had to get Christine out of here, and quickly, before Madame Giry and Raoul returned. Erik knew Christine had come to see him, and he was going to let her. He pulled down her covers and gently began to lift her from the bed. She moved a bit, and slowly opened her eyes. "Erik?" she asked uncertainly "Is that you?"
"Yes, Christine, it's me, I'm here now. Everything's fine. Come with me, okay?" Christine blinked a few times and then smiled and began to speak, talking louder by the second.
"Oh Erik! I'm so glad to see you! I wanted to speak to you so badly, but I-"
Erik put a finger over her lips and shushed her. She fell silent "Christine, please, you have to be quiet. You can tell me everything later, but not now, it's too dangerous, okay?"
Christine nodded and sat up in bed. She began to get out and stand up, when she fell. Erik caught her under the arms as she fell into him and leaned against him for support. Christine smiled sheepishly "I guess I'm still a bit weak." she said apologetically.
Erik smiled and scooped her up into his arms. "It's all right Angel. I'll carry you. Just hold on to me." Christine obeyed him, putting her arms around his neck and resting her head in the crock of his neck. Her curls bounced against his back gently and she shut her eyes. Erik tried to memorize every detail of her tiny, delicate body as she rested against him. He wanted to remember every inch of her delicate body, her womanly curves that pressed against him. She softly breathed, her warm breath on his neck. She smelled faintly of roses. Erik could feel in that instant how much she wanted to be with him, and knew that this time, she was going to share with him one love, one lifetime and that that Vicomte would never stand in the way of their true love.