Chapter Two
Erik felt the entirety of Christine's weight against him. As her tears silenced, he realized she had passed out. He lifted her head up and stared at her beautiful disaster of a face. Her tears had formed white streaks, and her eyes were puffy. Still, she was a pristine sight, and Erik wiped the tears away. Lovingly, he kissed her check. Holding his lips on her skin, he closed his eyes and savored the salty taste that had remained on her angelic face. Then, in a swift motion he lifted her up, and walked her through the grave yard, to the carriage he had recently "borrowed". He gently placed her in the back seat, taking care not to rip her dress. He untied the cloak from his shoulders, and lightly wrapped it around her shivering body.
He wondered where he should take her. Back to the dormitories, where Madame Giry could assist her? He knew, if he brought her there, her damned fiancé would come rushing to the bedside of his beloved, casting his wicked spell over her once again. He, with his perfect world and perfectly convenient lies. Erik felt his blood begin to boil as he imagined the boy, touching Christine, loving her, trying to undo everything he had worked so hard to create.
He couldn't allow that to happen. He would take her back to his home, his sanctuary. There he could nurse her himself, without having to worry about the Vicomte. However, he knew that if he brought Christine into his lair, he could never allow her to leave. He feared for his sanity at the thought of losing his Angel again. He wanted to be able to write glorious music for her to sing for him. The voice she attained needed to stay in his life. He needed her to stay with him, so he could slowly reveal to her his true feelings of love, lust and desire. He had learned the hard way that this was not something to spring on the child lightly. He further knew that after she gets well and composes herself, she will be less than thrilled with his plans for her living arrangements. It would be difficult for him to resist her pleas of freedom, but it was absolutely necessary. She would come to understand this in time.
Stepping up, into the carriage, he starred straight ahead, knowing if he was going to do this, there was no going back. If he wasn't prepared, then he should immediately return her to the Opera, and leave her life forever. With just one look back at his love, he knew that would be an impossible task. He would take her back to his home, nurse her, love her, and be strict with her, no matter how much she resisted. In time, she would grow to love him as he does her. She would thank him for saving her, and live to be his obedient wife.
Smiling to himself, at the thought of Christine eventually becoming his wife, he drove off into the morning mists, guiding him and his unknowing beloved into their future together.