Erik's Desire
By: MuseofDestructiveness
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the beautiful legacy and character of the phantom Erik. He and the others belong to themselves and Gaston Leroux for writing their story. The only thing I do own is a high respect for the phantom and my OC's.
Warning: Sympathy pains for Christine and Raoul will be treated with large tranquilizers and flames will be very much ignored like the last and used to toast marshmallows to feed my new pet emus.
Chapter 6
He almost wept as he watched her sleep. She looks so beautiful and peaceful when she sleeps. She couldn't be the angry monster I saw earlier. Erik had not moved from his position behind the mirror since what seemed like forever. But even the discomfort from being in the same place too long wasn't half as bewildering as the fact that he still wanted her.
In her dreams, it was still the same. His love was strong, and still lingered and haunted with every dream that floated in ebony. In her state of madness she had fell to the bed and drifted into a dark state of unconsciousness, almost forgetting the beguiling teacher she had left earlier. But as she sank into her dream state, there he was, once more. His body was nothing but a specter, just a figment of her imagination, but still as real as she was. He beckoned, with one gloved hand, wanting her to come closer to him.
Erik stepped closer to the sleeping figure on the bed, his hand reaching to touch the dark curls that were spread about her. His old dreams of Christine dead, gone from his mind the second that this girl stepped into his life. He twined one of those curls around his fingers, toying with the idea of waking her from her tranquil sleep.
She approached him hesitantly, her eyes betraying her with their deep scarlet gaze. He opened his arms to her and she went willingly, tossing all care to the wind. He watched her, his fiery gaze searing her soul. "You alone are mine, you belong to me," he whispered, entwining his fingers in her hair. "Only you can help me bring back the music that was lost."
He couldn't understand why he was still here. His mind was fighting him every second he stood next to the bed, every moment his hand lingered to touch her. But his heart… Ah, his heart was melting the icy barrier that had surrounded it. It praised him for staying with her, reveled in the peace that was brought into her presence. And it was exactly why he sighed softly and disappeared into the darkness.
A/N: I did it! Here's another chapter, short but sweet. I'm trying to update on the weekends. But Erik's finally coming out of his cocoon of despair and just when she needs him most. Read n Review!
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The-Music-of-the-Night: I'm working on getting him to take down those barriers that the twitch Christine caused. Although he wants to be able to love the tormented Ravyn…he knows he can't trust her until he finds out who she really is.