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Ch 2. The capture
She had her plan set. She was late coming from rehearsal like she planed, she saw him liked she knew she would, and her plan fell apart. She had planed to run up behind him, and take him by surprise, but she had not seen him for days, she had forgotten how beautiful he was.
Emma could not avert her eyes long enough to carry out her plan, she could not bring her self to do it. She decided that she would just live with her imagination of him. Though it pained her deeply to do this. She stayed in her hiding place for an awhile, but when she was going back to her dressing room to prepare to go home, the boy was not there. She had thought he was but found him not there and stopped, she looked around, nothing.
Something hit her in the back. She wiped her head around to see who it was. Him. He was there behind her. She gasped loudly, which in turn scared the boy. He turned and began to run.
Without thinking, Emma ran after him. She had almost reached him, when a prop from one of the operas was left in the hallway; she tripped on it, twisted her ankle, and fell upon the boy.
Both lay on the ground and did not move. The boy thinking he was able to escape jumped up and ran. But Emma was faster. Since her ankle was twisted, she could not run. She grabbed his leg and pulled him back to the ground.
"Waite! I need your help!" She pleaded.
He stopped and looked back at her. The look of thought filled his face, considering whether to help this girl or not. After a few moments he nodded his head. He picked her up and carried her to her dressing room.
Emma looked at him. He was so beautiful. He was strong to. She could feel his muscles in his arms, chest, and stomach flex as he walked, she liked it. She felt safe in his arms.
The boy laid her upon her bed. Much to her dismay.
"How does it look?" She asked deeply concerned.
"Fine, you just twisted it. Just try and stay off of it for a few days and you'll be ok." He said without looking at her.
"What is your name?" Emma asked.
He didn't say anything, just wrapped her ankle. He looked up, and opened his mouth to say something, but there was a knock on the door. Emma looked up and told the person on the other side to come in. She was confused to turn back around to see that the boy had gone how she could not know. Christian entered the room.
"Emma! What happened to you!" Christian asked excitedly.
"Nothing, I just twisted my ankle, that's all." She said quietly.
"Who wrapped it for you?" He asked.
"A boy." She simply stated for that was the truth.
"Does this boy have a name?" Christian questioned.
"I…. I don't know…" She said
"Excuse me? You don't know?" He laughed.
"Well, he was going to tell me, but you scared him away. And he left." She said realizing how insane she must sound.
"Emma, Sweet heart, how would he have left? He couldn't have gone through the door. Maybe you just imagined it all?" Christian asked.
"Maybe I did. He seemed so real. I have seen this same boy for months, everyday, the same place, when I come to my dressing room, he is waiting outside of it, as if he was waiting for me. But when I come near, he looks at me and runs." Emma explained.
"Madame Giry has told me this. The first day you saw him. Maybe he is real." Christian gave in.
"So you believe me?" Emma wasn't sure what had just happened.
"Yes, Emma, I do. Did you talk to him?" Christian asked.
"I asked him how my ankle looked and he told me that it was fine and just to stay of it for a few days, that's all." She confessed.
"Well, we'll find him again." Christian said. "But the reason I came here, was to tell you something, but it can't leave this room, ever. Only one other person knows."
"What is it? You can tell me anything, you're my best friend." Emma assured him.
"I came to tell you who I have fallen deeply in love with. They know, and they love me the same." He said slowly.
"You can tell me." Emma said.
"It's Michael." He said.
"What! Michael? The lead male! How long?" Emma asked, hardly able to grasp what was just said.
"A few months. But nobody can know! We would be kicked out of the opera, this is our life." Christian said saldy.
"I know. I understand. It will take some time for me to get used to it, but I understand that you can't deny your feelings." She said.
"Oh! Thank you Emma! I love you!" He said excitedly, took her in his arms and hugged her.
"I'm glade you came to me, Christian. I love you to." She said into his shoulder.
Christian kissed her cheek, thanking her for understanding, and bid her good night.
"I guess I'm not leaving tonight, my parents will understand…" she thought as she drifted into sleep.
Over the next week, she did as the boy told her. She tried to stay off her ankle as much as she could. After a week and a half, she was in her dressing room, preparing to leave, when there was a knock on her door.
"Come in!" She called.
The door slowly opened, and the boy came in.
"Oh, hello." Emma said.
'Hello, I came to check on your ankle. Sit on the bed." He instructed her.
He slowly undid the wrapping. Gently he rubbed her ankle, making sure it was ok. He eventually looked up at her.
"It looks fine." He smiled at her.
"What's your name?" Emma asked.
"Aric. And what's yours?" He asked.
"Um…. Emma" Emma managed.
"I like it," he whispered as he came to sit next to her.
He leaned towards her, and she towards him. There was another knock at the door. Aric pulled away.
"Emma! Are you ready to go!" Raoul called.
"Just a minute dad!" She called back.
Aric had already jumped up and ran towards the mirror. He pushed a part of the wall and the mirror opened. It was a wonder that Emma hadn't noticed it the other night, but then again, there was so much confusion that night, anything could have gotten past, her. Aric turned to her.
"Meet me here tomorrow night." He requested.
She nodded her head in agreement. She would count the moments until she would see him again. She grabbed her bag and rushed out the door.
"Who was in there with you?" Raoul asked.
"Christian. He wanted to rehearse tomorrow." She lied.
Raoul nodded. His daughter was spending too much time at the opera. He was glade she was coming home. He led Emma to a coach and helped her in where her mother was waiting.
"Hello mother." Emma said.
"Hello." Her mother welcomed her.
It was a quiet ride home. As soon as they arrived Emma jumped out and ran upstairs.
"Dinner is in an hour!" Her mother called.
"Ok, I'll be there." Emma called back.
Emma got out of her opera clothes and put her dinner clothes on.
Dinner was as uneventful as any other dinner. She welcomed sleep when she was excused for bed. The sooner she fell asleep the sooner that she could wake up and meet Aric.
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