(A/N): I really stink at updates. I promise to do one every week from now on. I've been busy, but that's all over, except for band camp. I'll still have time with that those. SORRY!
Disclaimer: Phantom's not mine, boo me not owning the story, hooray beer!(that's not mine either. I'm unoriginal) ):
Thank you Splendorous Night Unfurled! Your ideas were AWESOME!
Back at the opera house, Christine and Raoul were leaving Erik's lair. Christine was thinking about what she just did. She had two men that loved her, vying for her affection. She chose the one that would give her a more comfortable future. She was questioning her decision, but the more she thought over her decision, the more she denied her love for Erik. Deep down inside she knew she loved him more than anything in the world, but it was not meant to be. Erik could not give her the social happiness that Raoul could give her. She was an opera singer and he still wanted to marry her. That was unheard for a man of Raoul status. The fact that he still wanted to get married to her showed that really loved her.
As they reached the side if the underground lake, they ran upstairs to escape the fire before it engulfed the opera house and them along with it. Raoul dragged Christine inside of his carriage and drove off.
" Honey, are you all right?"Raoul asked.
" I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me"
" I'm taking you to an inn near my house. It would not be proper to have both of us in the same house at the same time."
Sometimes Christine wished Raoul wouldn't always worry about people thought. Tonight she really needed someone to be by her side and someone to talk to. She had just had to decide between two men that he loved and the one she chose, decided to worry about being proper at a time like this.
She sighed, " I guess a good nights rest would not do any harm."
The inn they came was very small and quaint, and it seemed very cozy. It had brown brick and since it was winter it also had smoke curling from the chimney. The receptionist of the inn an older man, probably in his mid-to-late 50's. He had very tan, weathered skin and his hair was thick and salt and peppered. He wore tan farmers pants (slacks) and a loose undershirt with a vest.
'He's really quite handsome', thought Christine.
He introduced himself as Guillaume Nason.
"I am the owner of the Leal Fontes, which means Loyal Fountains in Portuguese. My wife, Ninon and I will always be here for you, no matter what. You look very tired and stressed out, so I will show you to your room quickly."
'I must look horrible.'Christine reflected.
Guillaume and Raoul showed Christine to the door wished them a good night and walked away. When Raoul got her to the door, he stopped her and told her one thing.
" Have a good night's sleep and don't worry about anything. I will take care of you. I love you."
"I...," Christine hesitated, " wish you a good night as well. Be safe."
Raoul did not seem to catch the fact that she did not return the phrase and he kissed her on the cheek chastely and walked away. Christine opened the door to the room and lit a lamp. The room was about the size of her room at the opera house. It was painted lilac and had a dark mahogany canopy near the window in the middle of the room. The dresser and bureau matched the canopy. It really was a gorgeous and well put together room. After Christine gave the room a once over she laid down to sleep.
She feel asleep once her head hit the pillow.
In her dream, Erik was laying unconscious in a grassy area by a lake. Erik was soon approached by a dark skinned woman. 'She looks like she was burnt, she has black skin!' She saw the girl walk over to Erik and sit down next to him. After they spoke for a while they both seemed to get heated about something. The girl kicked him in the groin and walked away. Then a white light took her to a chapel and she saw them kissing.
At that point Christine woke up in a cold sweat.
'Erik would never do that to me!' she thought.'He told me he loved me and only me.'
After that dream, Christine did not get anymore sleep that night.