Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, so why do you people ask? Not mine! Not mine I tell you! ( I wish though)
my-echo: thank you so much! and well she is a hand full. even for me. you should hear her originally, foul mouthed, jeez. and my favorite was when they were rowing across the lake:
"Erik, do you ever just stop and think about it?"
Erik looked back at her," Think about what?"
She spread her arms wide, " This. Being under ground. Don't you ever reflect upon the many floors above? Some some seventeen or eighteen stories, those tons of steel, marble, stone, brick, and mortar. That if the Opera were to collapse, we would be crushed like insects?" She said a bit too cheerfully.
Erik looked back at her. She was grinning, as she watched the black water swill around the boat. He shook his head at her, "Are you always so morbid?"
She looked up at him with a straight face, "Yes."
Made me laugh the entire time.
Twinkle22: I am so glad you all read and review! It always makes my day.
Cat lay in Erik's arms listening to him breathe deep and evenly. It was nearly morning. The clock said so on the mantel. She should be exhausted but she wasn't.
His mask was still on and she frowned at it. They'd talked a lot besides making love and she'd discovered why he had still been a virgin at his age. Erik had opened up and told her what he'd never told anyone. Something that only he knew about why he'd always kept himself apart, fearing rejection because of his face.
One woman, Christine Daae. She'd been orphaned young and placed in the Opera ballet department as her father had been a close friend of the past managers. She became friends with Meg Griy. Even at that time they would tell stories and try to get glimpses of the "Opera Ghost." It was an innocent time for them.
As Erik watched Christine grow up, he became oppressed with her. When she was 16, he could not stay quiet any longer. She had been talking about a "Angel of Music," so Erik deicide to be her "angel." He knew there could be no turning back. That wherever that shadow path might led, they were irrevocably committed to follow it to the end.
Three months after "showing" himself, she was ready for her first performance. So with him pulling some strings, she was able to sing in a gala. What a triumph! She was like an angel. It was also then that it all came falling down. Raoul De Changy. A childhood friend. He was scared that he would lose her, so he took her down to his home. It was a disaster. She pulled of his mask.
Erik had shuddered in Cat' arms at that point in the story. His eyes pressed tightly shut but she could see the tears. It still hurt him to think about it. She'd gathered him close, stroking his hair and waited for him to finish the story.
Soon, he was able to continue and what he told her, chilled her, making her heart ache for this wonderful man she'd just made love to.
Christine had screamed, and pulled back. Erik lost his temper, and started yelling at her, freighting her even more. After she begged and pleaded, he calmed down. But every thing was ruined. He threatened to kill Raoul. Erik became even more cold and cruel with his demands. Finally, Erik kidnapped her in the middle of an opera. Nadir helped Raoul find his way here. Erik then gave Christine a choice: Ether marry him or watch her lover die. Christine begged and cried, be nothing phased him, nothing but her kiss. Erik had to let her go. After he did, Nadir helped him fake his death. So for two years Erik had just waited to die. No reason to live. Until Cat showed up.
Cat held Erik, crying with him, while he related the entire tale. Afterwards he'd made love to her again with a tender ferocity that broke her heart. He drove the shadowy figure of Christine back and away. By morning, Erik felt his personal demons break off and fall back into the Abyss from whence they came.
He'd be all right now. Cat was there, warm and real in his arms. He didn't need the ghost of a former love to haunt his footsteps.
Cat laid there, watching the clock, feeling Erik stir beside her and gather her closer to him in his sleep. She was terrified. Terrified that he needed from her what she wasn't sure she knew how could give him. She loved him with all her heart, but sometimes her temper got in the way. And her heart. She did not tell him, but she ran out of meds a week ago. And that was bad. Already at times she had to go slow, not over exert herself. Closing her eyes, she sank into his warmth and finally slept a troubled sleep.