January 18, 2005- So here we are at Chapter 4! I am surprised that I made it this far! I had a really hard time writing this chapter, but hopefully I won't have that problem anymore!
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Chapter 4: A Friendship is Formed
The masked man closed his eyes as he felt what he thought was the hand of his angel caress the unmasked side of his face as she gently wiped away his tears. He opened his eyes Yes, there she was! There stood the very fiber of his existence. Had she come back to him? He took her hand and whispered,
"Do you still love me, my Christine?" His angel looked at him curiously,
"Pardon monsieur, but I am not Christine." He looked at his Christine who began to fade away and began to change shape into a raven haired stranger. Erik got up abruptly, slapping away at the hand he thought belonged to his one true love. He slowly got up revealing a murderous glint in his eyes,
"How did you get into my home?" Emily then began to believe everything Raoul had told her about him. She began shrinking away from him, fearing for her life,
"I-I didn't mean to monsieur, it's just that I heard you crying and I wanted to see where it came from. So I went around the room and heard it coming from my mirror, I then pressed the button, and here I am!" The man began approaching her slowly,
"Mademoiselle, hasn't anyone told you that it's impolite to come in to a person's home without knocking first?" He backed her into a corner. Knowing that this was possibly the end, she closed her eyes and prayed that her passing was quick and painless. After a moment of nothing happening, she opened her eyes to see him walking away from her,
"Wait!" She called out to him as she ran after him, "Aren't you the one everyone calls The Phantom of the Opera?" She hoped the obviously stupid question would get him to speak. He gave a harsh laugh that Emily noticed had a little insanity mixed up in it,
"Really, Mademoiselle de les Anges, do you think acting like a half-wit is going to amuse me?" he began to go up the stairs with Emily following closely. He was beginning to irritated with her. "What do you want with me? He spat out. He had many things to do and she was putting him behind schedule.
"I was just wondering why you were crying out Christine's name, that's all..." The Phantom looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. Could someone really be this stupid? Especially when she was the friend of his one true love? He continued to his destination,
"I think you know the answer to that already." The man with dark brown hair and mysterious eyes was ready to ditch her at whatever possible moment he could. Here he was, living this life of solitude which he thought he would have been liberated from if his Angel would have chosen him instead of that pretty boy Raoul. The memories came back all to quickly. Raoul and Christine kissing. The ring, the heartbreak. That's why he had become so angry and even more withdrawn from the world. She had not even come back to see him, but he thought it was best. He turned to face her,
"Now, is seeing that the Phantom of the Opera is not a mere legend enough for you?" She shook her head,
"No." He threw his hands up in frustration as he practically shouted,
"Damn it woman, then what else do you want?" Emily came up closer to him so that they were staring eye to eye,
"The question is not what do I want, but what do you want my good monsieur?" He looked at her with questions in his eyes. Seeing this, Emily smiled and clarified, "When I heard you crying, I knew you wanted Christine by your side, but you also knew that it could never work. But, in that sadness, I heard another longing." His heartbeat began to quicken as he practically whispered,
"And what is that mademoiselle?" The young woman took his hand in hers,
"Friendship..."
The last part caught him completely off guard. No one had even cared enough to be his friend ever since he was betrayed. He felt another tear streak down his right side of the cheek. Emily smiled. She knew she broke a very strong barrier between them. The evil glint in his eyes disappeared. She knew she was seeing the side that only Christine saw in him and no one else. Their hands that were linked together then parted. He sighed,
"You have a kind soul, Mademoiselle de les Anges." Emily held up her hand,
"You can call me Emily, and nothing else, Monsieur Phantom." He took her hand that she was holding up and he brushed his lips against her knuckles,
"Then you may call me Erik." She smiled. She started looking around his home in awe,
"How long have you been down here, Erik?" He sighed sadly,
"All of my life. This is my world, I know of nothing else but music, opera, and the night." He laughed softly. Emily then remembered seeing the big organ in the other room,
"Erik, could you play something for me?" She asked, hoping that he would grant her request. He looked at her hesitantly, but surely enough he nodded and led her downstairs, where he sat next to his beloved organ, his one and only true friend. When he first began to play, it was soft and gentle, but soon enough as he got more and more into the music, his fingers were a blur as they moved among the keys. He was sucked into his world where beauty didn't matter just the music. Emily looked at him as he played. He was truly a genius, a master at what he does. When the final chords of his tune were played, Emily clapped,
"Erik, that was truly wonderful." Erik beamed as he bowed,
"Thank you..." He then smiled, "And if I am not mistaken, someone in here has a big debut in a few weeks." Emily's eyes enlarged,
"Oh my goodness...that's right and I missed the rehearsal today!"
"Emily," Erik said as he lay his hands on her shoulders, "Hush now child, you'll do fine. It was only one rehearsal." Emily smiled as her new friend offered words of comfort. She then deliberated on whether to ask him the question that was burning inside of her. She wanted him to be there, not just for him to witness his glory, but for her own benefit. She wanted someone who would cheer her on.
"Erik..." She hesitated. He looked at her dubiously. She paused, "Will you come and see me?"
Erik smiled, "Mon amie... I wouldn't miss it for the world."
A/N: So what did you think? Like I said, I had a hard time writing this story! Please send me reviews, they're what keep me writing! See you next Chapter!