Sorry to take so long to post, and such a short chapter, I actually had a social life this weekend... Gasp!
Little Lotte- what would a phanfic be without the Faust reference? Thanks again for being my angel of music...
"Sing once again with me" going on 72 hours... we are going to be so sick of this song by the 30th
Amber- sorry... not yet... don't hurt me. I promise next chapter.
Chapter 15
Erik and I arrived at our destination in no time, that peaceful, innocent meadow. All the winter's snow has melted, and small flowers have began to bud.
How long it has been since I met Erik, we shall be approaching a full year in a few months. How the season's fly by, summer, fall, winter, to spring. How are relationship changed since then, but why dwell on the past? When one can look to what's ahead.
We sat down beneath the tree, under the newly grown leaves. He sat behind me, arms around my waist, in their normal, protective position.
"I have something for you." He whispered into my ear, placing a small package in my hands.
"I meant to give it to you last night." As I unwrapped the package, I found myself holding a small, black book, with red binding. In brilliant gold text, the word Faust lay in the center of the front cover. A piece of black ribbon stuck out from between the pages.
"Faust? Isn't that a little Cliche?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes and kissed the top of my hair.
"Mon Ange, the words work all to perfectly with us."
I opened the book to the marked page. To the top of the page, a paragraph was underlined in his usual red, his words written in on the margin.
"By heaven, but this child is fair!
I've never seen her equal anywhere!
So virtuous, modest, through and through,
Yet with a bit of curtness too.
Her ruby lips, her cheek's clear bloom
I'll not forget till the day of doom!
And then how she casts down her eyes,
Stamped deeply in my heart it lies!
How curt and short were her replies,
that fills me with sheer ecstasy."
I tilted the book, to read what he had written.
"The fair Margaret is nothing compared to Mon Ange, who shames The Helen of Troy in beauty, The Joan of Arc in courage, and The Goddess Artemis in justice. No women has ever compared to her deity, and no one shall." I read his words.
Does he really think of my like that? How wrong he is, blinded by love obviously. I must be some sort of enchantresses to bewitch him so, for it is I who should be saying such things, not him.
"Flattery is not necessary Erik." He sighed, and kissed the side of my face.
"Mon Ange, every word is true."
"And who is this Angel you speak of? I would surely love to meet the women who took your heart." I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was smiling.
"Why, she is an angel among angels, envied by all." He teased, tickling my sides. I jumped up, holding my sides, trying to stop giggling.
"Please... You know I'm ticklish..." I somehow got the words out. He got up off the ground, slowly advancing towards me, holding his hand out.
"Mon Ange" He smiled, beaconing me to him. Cautiously taking his hand, he pulled my into him, kissing me. He tried to tickle me again, but I playfully pushed him away. He wasn't expecting my push, and he lost his footing. He fell to the ground, taking me with him. I threw my arms out in front of me, stopping me from landing directly on him, just hovering inches on top of him. My soft curls fell on his face. He blew the strands of hair to the side, looking up into my smiling face. Both of us broke out into laughter, until I bend lower and kissed him.
Our kiss was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing there throat. I looked up to find Murtagh standing over us, running his hand through his hair awkwardly.
"Sorry to be a... interrupting. But I need you come with me Ace." Murtagh helped me up off of Erik, who got up right after I did.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I smoothed the wrinkles out of my skirt. He bit down on his lip, trying to find the words.
"It's Meg, she needs you. Something happened to Madame Giry." As he spoke, my jaw felt as if it could hit the ground.
"What?" My voice was frantic.
What could have happened? My mind raced with hundreds of answers to that question, half of them the unthinkable.
"I don't know the details, but she just collapsed, she was Fighting with Meg, and took ill." Immediately, I turned back to Erik, kissing his cheek goodbye.
"I must go." I said plainly. He nodded, and helped me up onto Murtagh's horse. Murtagh climbed up behind me, taking the reins in his hands
"I shall be right behind." Erik called, as Murtagh pushed the horse on, making it run as fast as it's hooves would take it. I watched as Erik's figure disappeared, and the opera house came in sight.