Chap. 4
Erik wandered the streets of paris, not really caring what people thought of him anymore. His hands were at his pockets and his head was down , some woman even came up to him and asked if he was alright. He was so shocked that she even came up to him, and didn't run or scream that he only nodded. For one brief moment he thought that she didn't care, or she didn't notice, but that thought disappeared when she got away pretty quickly . Erik again, felt alone. Why must it be like this? Could there have been another way? Those thoughts ran through his head and the cold rain fell from the sky, wetting his form as he walked. He stopped under a little café getting cold from the rain and also feeling a bit hungry. He walked in slowly, almost no one was there except for a few guys in the corner drinking and a few people at tables. He placed himself down at a table in a corner –a dark corner- so no one would see his face. He stared out the window at the rain coming down, and failed to realize a young woman sit across from him.
"Excuse me, monsieur." The girl spoke up.
Erik jumped slightly and turned his attention to the girl in front of him, He turned his head back and said, "Yes?"
"your name wouldn't happen to be erik would it?"
Erik was suspicious now, no one knew his name, except Madame Giry, hell even Christine didn't know his name, so he responded with, "Why?"
"Well you look awfully like the man in this picture." The woman held up the newspaper.
Erik turned his head slowly, and saw the picture of him and the girl. He had to keep himself from smiling. "well that would be me."
The woman smiled and placed her hand on top of his, which made erik very uncomfortable.
"Well monsieur my name is Aimee Bedeau, Camille was my niece thank you so much for saving her. It means so much to our whole family, that someone was brave enough to put their life on the line for a child."
Erik couldn't hide his smile anymore. "well its not something I do in my spare time." He joked.
Aimee laughed. "again I want to thank you, and im sorry for the little accident you had. Fire can be tretorous. Good day monsieur." Aimee got up and went back to her seat.
An accident, she thought it was an accident. Would all people be that way? Think it was an accident, because of the fire. He leaned back in his seat and sighed. He stared at the ceiling wondering to himself, what he did,could that help him? If people did not recognize him as the phantom and only knew him from the newspaper they would just
think it was an accident from the fire. He rejoiced inside, feeling happy again just like he did that night.
"May I take your order monsieur?" A waiter asked coming up to him.
Erik sat up in his seat and cleared his throat, he flipped through the menu quickly.
"Do you need a little more time, monsieur?"
Erik nodded still flipping.
"alright, I'll come back soon." The waiter left, going to another table near by taking their order.
Erik realized he hadn't eaten in a few days, and he was really hungry. But he also realized he didn't have much francs so he couldn't order much. When the waiter came back he ordered a small dish of Beef Wellington. (A/n: me (shrugs) )
When the order was taken he sat back in his seat and again stared out the window, thinking. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
Soon the food came, he ate, left the money on the table and was on his way again. He walked out of the café and back into the rain. He found his way back to the woods where he has been sleeping. He leaned his back up against an oak tree, to protect himself from the rain, lucky for him it was not lighting out, he looked out into the rain and started to sing, tears forming in his eyes, as the wind picked up it's pace,
"I hear the wind call your name,
it calls be back, home again,
it sparks up a fire, a flame that still burns.
Oh it's to you I will always return.
I still feelyour breath on my skin,
I hear your voice deep within the sound of my lover
A feeling so strong,
Oh its to you I will always belong.
Now I know it's true,
My every road leads to you,
And in the hour of darkness darling,
Your light gets me through.
Wanna swim in your rivers,
Be warmed by your sun,
Bathe in your waters cause you are the one,
I cant stand the distance,
I cant dream alone,
I can't wait to see you,
Yes I'm on my way home.
He stopped for a second to just stare at the open plains. He let the tears run down his cheeks as he knew some of the words were not true, he would never see his Christine again, he would never be home, he raised his head as the wind blew by him,
"I hear the wind call your name,
it calls be back home again,
it sparks up a fire
a flame that still burns
oh it's to you, I will always return."
Erik fell to the cold wet grass, shivering and crying. Eventually crying himself to sleep.
Raoul folded up the newspaper and exited the small shop. He covered his head with his jacket and rushed over to an empty carriage. "Excuse me, is this carriage occupied?" he asked the driver. The driver shook his head and went into the carriage, pulling down his jacket as he sat down. "Where to monsieur?" the driver called from outside. "the Riverside inn please." The carriage took off, sending Raoul forward onto the seat across him. "sorry." The carriage driver called. Raoul sighed and sat back up. After a few minutes the carriage stopped and raoul exited the carriage,he payed the driver and ran into the entrance of the inn. He shook himself off and was greeted by the desk manager. "Good afternoon Vicomte." The man tipped his head, "good after noon, Benjamin. Hows business?" Raoul went over to the desk leaning against it. "Ah, we are actually getting quite a few. The tourists all need places to stay, and were running out of room." Benjamin sighed. "well I better be getting up to Christine she'll be waiting for me." Raoul said then left.
Raoul walked down the hall until he found their room, he took out the key and unlocked the door. It was rather quiet, too quiet. He looked around and saw nothing peculiar. He Checked the bedroom and saw Christine reading a book in the corner. He cleared his throat to get her attention. Christine looked up and smiled. She put down the book and ran over to him. She wrapped his arms around him (this is killing me by the way) and kissed him gently. "Oh Raoul you're all wet, are you cold? I'll get you a blanket." Christine let go of Raoul and went over to the bedside to find a blanket. "im fine my dear, I can handle a little wetness." Christine found a blanket and started to walk over to Raoul. "Nonsense, you'll catch a cold." Christine wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and smiled, satisfied. Raoul smiled back at her. "aLright, if you insist. Now come, I've picked up the newspaper…" he took the paper out of his pocket. "…and found some rather interesting news." He handed the paper over to Christine. " look at the front page." Christine examined the headline and smiled. "Well, some people are just so nice." Raoul didn't say anything. "Examine the mans picture Christine." Christine looked confused for a moment, then looked down at the paper looking closely at the picture. She gasped dropping the newspaper. "no…it can't be."
"Christine do you know anyone else that looks like that?" he said motioning to the picture.
She shook her head, "but he could have been injured in the fire. And Raoul just ask yourself why would he do that? Why would the phantom save someone?"
"I have Christine! I have and still, it looks like him. That picture is clear in my mind from yesterday. And you should know you were closer to him than I was!" Raoul exclaimed.
Christine looked back down at the paper then Back up at raoul, "He does look a lot like him." She admitted quietly. "But Raoul he wouldn't. I know him, after that, he wouldn't do something like that, he would probably make it worse." She laughed half heartedly then sighed. "oh Raoul, I don't know what to do." She fell back on the bed, and Raoul walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. "it'll be alright. I promise." He kissed her head and they sat in each others embrace raoul rocking Christine gently back and forth in his arms.
Even I have to admit, and I despise Raoul de poophead beyond reason, that that was cute what Raoul did at the end. I can't even believe that I wrote it! Ew. I know I haven't updated in a while and I am soooooooo sorry! Please review for me, I beg you!