Betrayal: Chapter 2
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Once again, I do not own Phantom of the Opera. But, if I were to write a new story called The Fantom of the Opra, could I get sued for that? Come on! Eric, Kristina and Rufus are totally different people!
Just so you know, in this chapter I altered the lyrics to All I Ask Of You, but if you would like to use them, be my guest.
PLEASE READ THIS: Erik's singing will be in italics, Christine's in BOLD
Not a word passed between them as he led her down, down into the catacombs of the opera house. Her hand never traveled from his, though she walked as fast as she could, hoping to pass him and see his face. He refused to look at her. He kept his face forward, eyes on the ground. Finally, they reached the gondola on the large lake.
"Watch your step." He murmured, helping her step aboard. Christine searched his face, trying to find any sign of emotion. Yet he kept his eyes to the ground, keeping the expressionless face from before. Christine frowned, but stepped on the gondola. She felt it rock dangerously under his weight. This silence was killing her! She needed to say something, anything, just break the ice somehow!
"I'm sorry." It was the first thing that popped out of her mouth when she opened it.
"For what, Christine?" Erik asked finally. "Are you sorry that you broke my heart? Or perhaps you are apologizing for nearly letting me die today, then ,of course, leaving with your lover?" his voice echoed throughout the caverns, making Christine's head swim with guilt. The gondola almost went of coarse as Erik pushed it forcefully, trying to vent his rage.
"I'm sorry for it all…for everything!"
"For unmasking me and pretending it did not bother you? For loving your Victome? FOR HATING ME?" he screamed, tears streaking down his face. He climbed onto land, shaking his head in frustration. Christine stayed sitting, staring at him in disbelief.
"You think…I hate you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh, you deny it. You deny it! Do not pretend it is not so!"
"It is not so!" Christine cried. "If I hated you, don't you think I'd go along with Raoul's plan? Do you think I'd be helping you if I hated you?"
"Oh, please! This is probably only another part of your precious Viscounts clever plan! Make the monster believe he is cared about, then MURDER IT IN IT'S SLEEP! Do you think me so simple minded that I could not figure out your trick? Oh! He must think himself so cunning!"
"If you believe I hate you, why, Erik, did you bring me here?" Christine cried, carefully stepping off the boat. Erik snarled and pulled out his sword. Christine gasped and pulled away.
"Erik, I know I've hurt you, but please…don't do this!" she screamed, pride transforming into panic. Erik lunged at her, and she screamed. But what he did next, she did not foresee. He grabbed her hand and carefully placed the sword in it, sliding her slender fingers into the handle. He stepped away from her, eyes shut tight.
"Kill me."
Christine was shocked. Kill him?
"Please, Christine, be kind. I cannot take any more humiliation. Just be done with it and let me die knowing that you'll be happy. Please," tears began to fall down his face, and he shook like a leaf. "Kill me."
Christine shook her head, silent tears trickling down her face. Erik made a sound like a wounded animal.
"Please! Kill me! If you do not, I will!" Erik's voice was shaky as he sobbed. Christine dropped the sword, letting it make an awful clanking noise against the cement. Erik opened one eye, the pools of green watery and sad. Christine ran to him and held him.
"I will never hurt you…never…" She let his head rest on her shoulder, closing her eyes as she felt the sobs rack his body. It wasn't long until she was crying with the same amount of pain as he. She stroked his hair, whispering comforting words into his ear. Finally, he pulled himself up and cleared his throat.
"You promise me, swear to me this isn't part of his plan?" Erik asked, his chest heaving.
"I swear, Erik," she took his hands in hers and sighed. "My God, I can't even imagine…"
"Imagine what?" His eyes burned into hers.
"I…I can't imagine not being around you anymore! And if I marry Raoul, he will never let me see you! Ever again! Erik!" She sighed as she felt his gloved hand on her cheek. "I want to stay with you."
Without a word, Erik went to the desk again. He pulled something out, hiding it in the palm of his hand. He knelt before her, trembling. He opened his palm slowly.
Christine, I love you!
In it was a ring. Raoul's ring.
"Escape with me. We don't have to go far, just far enough that they will never find us! Christine…" he pleaded, not trusting himself to look directly in her eyes. He felt a hand on his cheek. He nearly fainted as he heard the words she spoke.
"I love you, Erik."
His head swam. He was loved. Someone loved him! Him! No, no, not someone. Christine loved him. He felt light as a feather, giddy as a child on his birthday…He wanted to sing. He wanted to shout! He was loved! He was LOVED!
He shakily stood up. He held the ring to her, not bothering to speak the question.
"Yes…" Christine said, tears of joy streaking her face. "Yes!" She laughed a bit as he slid the ring on her finger. He didn't bother dabbing at his own eyes, which tears now fell down freely. Although he didn't trust his own voice, he began to sing to her.
Sing to me of angels!
Indulge in pleasurable fears!
I'm here
Always inside you!
Just let me stand beside you!
Let me be your freedom
Let me dry your tears!
I'm here
For you, to guide you
To hold you
And hide you!
Christine smiled, feeling all her fears slip away in his voice. She began to sing back to him.
Say you love me
Every waking moment
Turn my head with music of the night!
Say you want me with you now and always!
Promise me that all you say is true!
That's all I ask of you!
Let me be your darkness!
Let me be your night!
Your safe!
I'd never harm you!
I'll try my best to calm you!
He held her as they sang, cradling her as though she were delicate as a porcelain doll. Christine sang back to him
All I want is freedom!
A world with all your night!
And you
Always beside me!
To hold me and to hide me!
Then say you'll share with me
One love
One lifetime
Lead me, save me from my solitude!
Say you want me with you here
Beside you
Anywhere you go,
Let me go too!
Christine!
That's all I ask of you!
Christine stared up at him, his large hands cradling her smaller one.
Say you love me!
You know I do!
Together they sang, their faces inches away.
Love me, that's all I ask of you!
Erik's head swam as he received his first kiss. It was amazing…incredible! All too soon, they broke away, both smiling widely.
Anywhere you go
Let me go too!
Love me,
That's all I ask of you!
Unsurely, he kissed her again. Suddenly, she gasped.
"I must go! They'll wonder where I am!" she cried, reluctantly breaking away from him.
"Christine…I love you…"
With one last kiss, he led her to the boat.