Chapter 6 What Phillipe Did
"Thanks."
The rain was poring down. They quickly ran across the stone street. Finding an area where they could escape from the rain, they were rather close. His beautiful hazel eyes stared into her green ones. He leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away.
"I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet," she told him. "But I can give you this." April gave him a soft peck on his cheek. He sort of smiled at her, glad that she did kiss him, but disappointed that she didn't do it on his lips.
"I know a short cut. It's this way." He took her hand. She jogged behind him and then they stopped under a canopy, out of the rain again. He turned towards her and cupped her face. "I love you, April." He leaned towards her again. She, again, pulled away. "We just met…" she said, not facing him.
Thunder rumbled as it got darker. "I'm sorry," Phillipe said as he walked over and stopped behind her. "You're just so gorgeous." His hands snaked around her hips. "Is that all a relationship is based on to you, looks?" She moved out of his grasp, crossing her arms.
"Well, no—I meant—" He stuttered. April rolled her eyes. "Look, I really need to get back to the Opera House, alright?" She turned towards him, arms still crossed. "Alright, alright," he said defensively. "Follow me. The short cut is this way." She followed him until he stopped again.
Getting annoyed, April said, "Now, wha—" but she didn't get to finish, for Phillipe had turned around swiftly and pressed his lips to hers. She tried to get away, but he held her to him. His hands started touching her in places that she didn't want to be touched.
Finally, she broke free and ran away from him. He chased her into an alley way with a dead end. "No!" she cried, looking for a way out, but there wasn't any. The rain was pouring, lightning was flashing, and thunder was cracking. April turned to face the man who was slowly advancing on her. She was crying from fear, but he couldn't tell because of the rain.
Phillipe was now in front of April, and he towered over her. He put his strong hand on her cheek. She flinched then turned away. He slapped her across the face, and she fell to the ground. Her hand was touching the place where he had strike her. She was drenched and so was he.
"Get up, he commanded. She obeyed, though she did it slowly. Phillipe's hand touched her shoulder and ripped off her sleeve. He pinned her against the brick wall and started to take off the other sleeve. The loose fitting jacket he was wearing hid his strong build before. Being wet, his clothes stuck to his skin and she saw how muscular he was.
April struggled to get away, yelling "No! Phillipe, stop it!" But he was too strong for her. Right when he was starting to kiss her neck, pervertedly, she saw something slip around his neck. Suddenly, he was jerked off of her. She collapsed, because he had been holding her up. Hearing the sounds of coughing and sputtering mad her get up.
Then she saw him. Erik had his Punjab lasso around Phillipe's neck, strangling him. She stood there and watched, getting even wetter by the rain. Phillipe's face was turning purple and April realized that Erik would kill him! She quickly walked towards them saying, "Erik, don't do it! Don't kill him!" He obviously wasn't listening.
"Look at me, Erik. LOOK AT ME!"
From her screaming at him, Erik finally looked up at the soaked, yet beautiful woman in front of him. "Stop," she said more softly. As if taking orders from her, he dropped the rope. Phillipe gasped for air, loudly. But neither of them noticed. They just stared at each other. Everything else seemed to fade away. Nothing else mattered.
"I love you," she told him. All he could do was stare at her. Forcing himself to look away, Erik picked the rope back up. He put his face right next to Phillipe's. "When a woman says no, she means no," he said cruelly. Then he roughly took the rope off his neck. And Phillipe ran away like the coward he was.
Erik sighed and got up off his knees. April was still standing where she had been before. He looked at her and turned to leave. Then, he was surprised when April's cold, gentle hands wrapped around his strong hand. He turned around to face her.
They looked into each other's eyes. "Is it true?" he asked, voice quivering. Nodding, she replied, "Yes, I do." He cupped her face. "I love you too."
They both pressed their lips together. Kissing passionately, she threw her arms around his neck. A while later they pulled away from each other, breathing heavily. Then Erik kissed her again. But this time, his warm tongue glided into her mouth. It caressed her tongue and she returned the now deepened kiss.
Then it was finally over, April felt like she was going to fall down from ecstasy. He kissed her lightly on the cheek before saying, "We both must go now." She watched him climb to the roof top. Sighing, she started walking to the Opera House. The rain slowly became lighter, then a sprinkle.
"Angel I hear you. Speak, I listen. Stay by my side, guide me. Angel my soul was weak, forgive me. Enter at last, master." She sang. She hummed the other part, but then heard it.
"Flattering child you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror. I am there inside!" it sounded distant, yet so close. She got chills from his beautiful voice. Then, April smiled, knowing he had to be near.
But she heard him again, singing a different song. "Sing once again with me, our strange duet…" She didn't know this one, (for only he and Christine did) but she liked it.
Just making something up as she went along, April sang, "Say you love me."
"You know I do," came Erik's hypnotizing voice.
"Love me, that's all I ask of you."
They sang the last part together with him harmonizing. She closed her eyes. She never noticed how much she liked to sing. And singing with Erik made her want to do it more.
(Some advice: When one walks with their eyes closed, one cannot see where they are going.)
April ran into a man, accidentally. Looking down she said, "Oh! Pardon me, monsieur." But then she saw that this man was dressed in completely black. She looked up to find a white mask on the right side of his face.
Smiling, he said, "Excuse me, Mademoiselle." Smirking back, she took his hand and they walked down the street together.
When they finally reached the Opera House, it was almost nine o'clock pm. Erik turned to her. "Tomorrow, come to the deserted practice room."
"At seven?" she asked, smiling.
"Yes," he said smiling back.
He walked in a different direction, for he had his own entrance. April watched him leave, smiling distantly. Then she opened the door. Once she was in front of her room, all of the ballerinas surrounded her.
"How'd it go?"
"What happened?"
She was about to drown in questions then she held up her hand to silence them. They stopped talking immediately. "Let's just say that I'm never going on a dinner date with you all again." There was a buzz of chattering and whispering.
Rolling her eyes, she opened the door to her room. April walked over to her vanity because she saw something on it. When she reached it, she found a red rose with a silk black ribbon around it. There was a note next to it written in red.
"Happy Birthday.
Love, Erik"
She closed her eyes as she inhaled the rose's sweet scent. "Oh, Erik…" she whispered lovingly. He watched her admiring the birthday present he gave her. "Oh, April," he whispered back. She had gone to bed with a smile on her face.
The next day dragged on as April couldn't wait till it was seven. Around six thirty, she started getting ready. Sure enough, by the time she was done, it was seven o'clock. She walked down a dark, empty hallway, with her heels clicking along.
Finally she found the room. There was a dim light seeping through the cracks. She lightly rapped on the door. After some rustling was heard, the door cracked open. Erik quickly came out, shutting the door behind him. They could barely see each other in that dark hallway.
"You look stunning," he said softly.
She replied, "You can't even see me!"
"I know, but I can tell, because you always are."
"Well, then I'm glad you can't see me blushing," she said, amused.
"Give me your hands." They took each other's hands. "Now, close your eyes, and no peeking!" he said playfully.
April did as she was told, and followed Erik, holding his hands. She heard the door creak open, then close. He let go of her hands, and she just stood there with her eyes shut. Then he was standing behind her with his hands on her bare shoulders.
"Okay, open."
Muwahahaha...I'm so evil. I keep on giving you guys cliffhangers! I didn't even realize the last chapter was a cliffhanger until I read Remysgrl's review! wel, in that case...
Remysgrl: of course not! I'm a total Erik fangirl, and I would so not let his poor little heart be broken again! lol
Nixieharpist: lol, I almost had it happen...but I didn't want Erik to get in trouble. sure! I'll email ya!
well, keep on sendin' in those reviews! ; )