Chapter 11: I Will Return….
A/N I don't own POTO or anything retaining to it. Ahww… E/C feel the love
"We must bring you back. Now." Erik forced himself to release her from his firm, but gentle grasp. It wasn't easy, but it was necessary that she return to the world where she belonged, the world in which the sun beckons all who are granted by beauty. He, however, could not join all of the beauty, he didn't belong. He must burn in hell, forever living under this Opera House in solitude.
"But what if I don't want to go?" Christine just giggled at the look on his face. Their kiss had apparently sent her into a state of almost dangerous euphoria, quite resembling drunkenness.
Erik frowned. "Christine, this is no joke. Your fiancé is dead, and you have disappeared? No, that will not do, and soon those damned police will come back to my home, thinking I have held you captive. You must stay above ground, at least until his funeral." Christine didn't want to think of such grim thoughts, but she knew she couldn't just disappear into thin air; it would be too dangerous, for her and Erik.
"What am I to tell them?" she asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Erik, my fiancé is dead and you just expect me to tell the whole world my Angel of Music killed him in order to save me? Personally I don't think that's the best idea." She immediately regretted her words, seeing Erik's fury build up in his eyes. "I'm sorry." She apologized kindly, and his face went back to the loving features she recognized. "He fell off of his horse."
"Hmm?" Erik had been deep in thought for that moment of silence.
"Raoul de Changy died when he fell off of his horse." She looked down, not knowing what his reaction was to be.
Erik simply lifted her head up to face his and said warmly and mockingly. "My innocent Christine, I didn't know you had a dark side." She smiled, "I must be leaving." He beckoned her towards the gondola.
As she stepped towards her mirror, she looked up to him "In 3 days I will return; only briefly though. Then I will once again leave, and after the funeral is over, I shall return to you."
He smiled. "Three days, Mademoiselle Daae; I shall be waiting for you." Christine stepped through the mirror into her familiar dressing room. She turned to get one last look, but he had already disappeared into his world on unending night.