Chapter 6

When I awoke from my slumber, my eyes fell on Erik. He had his arms wrapped around me, pressing me to his chest. I must have died last night, for only heaven could feel as wonderful as waking beside him. I never wanted to leave him, but I can't just miss rehearsal.

I kissed him lightly on the shoulder, and sat up and stretched. Despite my hearts wish, I got up off the bed and began to dress. When I was almost finished, Erik began to stir. He groaned, and turned over in his sleep.

"Christine.. Christine." He whispered.

From what I over heard Madame Giry say, along with the storie, I can assume Erik must have loved her, before she disappeared, with De Chagny.

My heart sank. Christine? Why hadn't he called out my name? Do I mean nothing to him? He must search for another women, after making love to me? Does he really love me? Or am I just a release for his lust?

My mind screamed in torment, only one solution came to mind. Run.

Never have me feet carried me as quickly as I ran from his home, in no particular direction, just away. Somehow I found myself in the stables, standing before the last stale. Within the stall a familiar beast stood, the stallion Erik and I had robe on, the day he kissed me.

Placing the reins and saddle upon him, and strapping them into place, we ran out into the empty, snow covered streets of Paris.

"I do not care were we go, but lets go far, and fast." I told it, before my mind succumb to it's thought.

How quickly it all happened, being with Erik. I find out my love has a child, my best friend non the less, He told me he loves me, but those are just words, he slept with me, but then called out her name.

A small laugh escaped my lips. I have preformed in opera's with less drama than what happened last night.

Without warning, the horse suddenly stopped, jolting me out of my thought. I tried to push him farther, but he wouldn't budge, the stubborn beast. After getting off of his back, I looked around, gasping at were he had brought me, to the tree. The place we sat during our lesson.

The weight of my broken heart was to much to bare, and caused me to collapse into the thick snow. Despite my minimal attire, I did not get up, I couldn't, even though my body began to quiver from the cold.

What am I going to do? I can't stay here, I will surly freeze to death, but I can't go back to him, or to the opera house itself. What if I ran into Meg? How could I stand to see her, knowing who she was? How could I still dance with her without, without wanting to scream at myself for what I did with her father? Her father, how can I face him again?

I dug my nails into my blonde curly hair, trying to pry way my thoughts, but no avail.

I love Erik, I truly and whole heartedly love him, but how can he love me? While he dreams of her? How can I live with out him? He has given me the taste of heaven, and I don't want to give it back.

"Mon Chere?" A voice shattered my restless mind, his voice.

I must be hearing things, I told myself, till something draped over me body. I turned to find Erik leaning over me, placing his cloak on my shoulders. He reached for my hands, and pulled me up out of the snow, cradling me against his warm body, I tried to recoil, but his grip was to strong, and my body did not wish to pull from the heat source, but get closer.

"What is wrong?" He asked, as he rubbed his hands over my shoulder, trying to stop my body from shaking.

"I heard you Erik. You called for Christine." his hands dropped to his side, the look of pure shock hung on his face. I turned from him, not letting him see the tears that began to flow down my cheeks, and started to walk from him as quickly as I could through the snow, but he cut in front of me, demanding my attention.

"I don't know what you heard, But listen to me." He grabbed the sides of my face, gently, but with force, brought my face only inches from mine.

"I had a dream last night, of her. I told her about you, how happy you make me. Never in my life has any one made me feel this way, not Christine, or Madame Giry, nor anyone. So many years I prayed that God would save me from my hell, that he would send me an angel. I thought She was my angel, but I was wrong, I was completely wrong." He stole a quick kiss before I could protest. "Finally, he sent a true angel, you. I love you. I really do. Mon Ange." He repeated to name over and over again, as he held me in an embrace, gentle stroking my hair.

"Forgive me Mon Ange, please, I never want to cause you any pain. Never." He kissed me forehead, waiting for a reply.

"There is nothing for me to forgive you for, It is I who should be begging you forgiveness, I should have asked you first, instead of running. I am the fool here."

"Never believe that. You are perfect. A Perfect angel." He kissed me again, and lead me back to the horse.