Disclaimer: Still, I own nothing.
Note: My first chapter phic. Seems like a general story now, but it will be a horror story when it is finished. There will be three chapters.
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Chapter 02/03 - Angels Never Die
I open my eyes and sit up with a start. How did I ever fall asleep? More importantly, how did I end up in this room? I was in Erik's room, not mine! I glance around, looking at the familiar surroundings of my lovely room, and nearly faint at what I see by the door.
Oh Erik, you are supposed to be dead!
But you aren't dead...you are standing my the door, smiling at me! Tears of happiness run down your terrible face...but how? You are dead!
Before I can voice this question, he speaks to me.
"Oh my little Christine!" he says joyously, "You came back to me! You fell asleep in my coffin, but that is no place for an Angel so I moved you here. I hope you don't mind?"
"You are dead!" I inform him. The dead aren't supposed to come back! What trick of the devil is this?
"No, Erik isn't dead. He said he was to give you peace. Erik loves you and wants only your happiness, Christine! But instead of just staying with your Viscomte, you came back to Erik! And he has never known such happiness!"
"But, I saw you! You were dead in your coffin!"
"It isn't much of an act, for me to act dead you know. I look as a dead man looks, and my skin in as cold as death..."
I realize that he is right. Raoul...oh Raoul...you were right! He is alive!
"You do not seem pleased," he states sadly, "Did you really wish for poor Erik to be dead?"
"No...of course not. But..."
But what? Oh, how confusing this is!
"Forgive me for lying, I didn't mean to upset you. I wont make you stay, Christine. And I wont say that I am dead again, you can forget about me after today. But please, before you leave, may I hear you sing again? I have so missed your voice Christine, almost as much as I have missed your company."
How in Heaven or Earth could I refuse him this one request?
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I know I should have left a while ago. (How long ago, I'm not sure. There are no means of keeping time here.) It feels as though I have been down here for a few days. But they haven't been bad, oh no! They have been happy.
Happy days, shared only between me and my dear, sweet Erik.
He doesn't move very often. When he does move, he needs my help. Poor Erik, he has grown weak since I left him it seems. He hasn't eaten much, but he insists that the lack of nourishment isn't the reason. He says it has been the lack of music in his life. "I live off music...not air, food or water" he had told me. He tells me that he will get stronger now that I am back to sing for him again.
We sing most of the day; he plays the piano or the violin to accompany our voices. I never knew how wonderful it could feel to sing! But hearing our voices soar in our exquisite duet made me feel as I'd never felt before. How had I ever thought that I could live without this?
At the moment, we are both sitting by the fire drinking tea. We aren't speaking, but words weren't needed. Only one thing troubled me: Raoul's reaction.
I shouldn't be here. I really shouldn't. As soon as I saw that Erik was alive, I should have left. But I stayed, and Raoul is probably sick with worry by now. I had to leave...Erik told me I could.
But did I want to?
Before I could continue with my thoughts, Erik's alarm went off, telling us that there was someone on the lake.
"Who could that be?" I ask him curiously.
"I would say, my dear, that it is the Viscomte de Chagny."
I gasp and grab the crucifix I wear around my neck in fear, "Oh Erik, you wont hurt him will you?"
"I promised you when you left before that I would not hurt him. Erik is a man of his word. When he speaks to you at least."
I relax slightly, but there is still many things to worry about. What will Raoul do? What will I do? Am I happy here, or do I want to leave? I bite my lip to fight back tears. Oh! This could end no better than last time. Someone will still be hurt, someone will be left alone.
There is a knock at the door.
Oh horror!