Disclaimer: (in very bored voice) yes I do not own phantom of the opera or any of its characters. I have only written this a few times and already am sick of saying it. lol
a/n based off the movie
After me and Erik finally pulled away from each other Erik practically whispered to me
"You should go back my dear; the stupid fools from my theater will be missing you."
Then he took the mask from the floor and put it on his face.
.The last thing I wanted to do at that moment was leave so I said
"Erik, are you out of your mind I want to stay with you. Please,
For one more day."
Erik looked at me thoughtfully and smiled.
"Well my dear I am out of my mind, thank you very much. But I will happily let you stay for another day."
I was so happy that I jumped on to him knocking him to the floor laughing. But then he tensed up and I got off of him apologizing.
"Sorry I couldn't resist," I said in my sweetest voice.
"It's okay," I heard him mumble back. Slowly I got up and sat down on Erik's organ bench and motioned for him to sit next to me.
"Erik can I have another signing lesson. I have an urge to sing and I think you might be the one to help me get over it." I smiled sweetly and watched Erik lift himself from the ground and sit next to me and he said
"o.k. lets start with your scales."
I sang the scales and then started a song from the newest opera I'Muto. I put every once of energy I had into singing that song and others. By the end of the I was so tired.
"Erik can I take a nap I am really tired."
"Yes Christine and while you sleep I will make some lunch, then wake you," Erik answered.
"Thank you,"
I said as I got off the bench and walked towards my room. Erik followed me and tucked me in like a child before closing the curtain around me bed and walking way prepare lunch. I fell asleep soon after he left.
(Still Christine's point of view)
I was awoken by a wonderful smell of food. Slowly and drowsily I got out of my bed and walked into a kitchen like area behind Erik's organ. I walked in fully and saw Erik sitting at a wooden table that was full of food and an empty chair waiting for me. Erik was sipping some kind of tea that smelled foreign to me. Silently I sat down and started to eat quietly. It was a very uncomfortable silence between me and Erik for a little while, neither of us knew what to say.
Erik was the one who broke the silence saying
"Christine you should be going back soon, people will get suspicious."
"But can I come back at least."
"Of course my angel"
"Can we at least practice some songs from I'Muto before I leave?"
"Yes, we can't have you sounding like Carlotta at your performance." He laughed a little, so did I .then we walked to the organ when I remembered I still hadn't changed my clothes since the day before and felt disgusting.
"Erik this might be a weird request but do you have a bath and some clothing I can wear, I feel really dirty in what I'm wearing."
"Yes of course, I shouldn't have forgotten to ask you. Here follow me," he said getting up from the table and then leading me to a room separated with another thick velvet curtain that had an armoire and bath inside it. As he began to leave I grabbed his hand and said
"Why are you still wearing your mask when I told you I don't mind? Erik I don't care."
"I guess I am just used to wearing it that I feel like something is missing when I don't wear it."
(Yet again this is Christine's point of view. I will go into Erik's point of view in the next chapter.)
I slowly put my hand up to his face and slowly took the mask off it. Erik flinched and I could see the fear of rejection in his eye.
"Erik, I would never reject you, why do act like I will?"
"Reflex," he muttered. I grabbed him into a hug, and said "why don't you tell me how you got this reflex of yours."
"Another time, my dear." He drew away from me and said
"You should take a bath. You smell a little." He wrinkled his nose. All the sadness from a few seconds disappeared and we both broke out into laughter.
"Your right, I should be taking that bath."
Slowly I pushed the curtain and walked into the bathroom like area to clean myself."
Authors note: you all can beat me with sticks…I deserve it. I am truly sorry I haven't written for sooooooooo long. I hope to make it up to you though. I have more or less lost my inspiration and need help with ideas for conflicts. You can't have a story without at least a few conflicts. Anyway sorry again. Geckogirl
