A/N: Erik shows himself! jumps up and down I strongly recommend that while reading this chapter, listen to Music of the Night Gerry version. You'll see what I mean…
Chapter Ten:
In Dreams He Came…
By the time Emmy came home from her lesson, she was in a bundle of excitement. Tonight she would finally come face-to-face with her tutor, the Phantom of the Opera. It was a phan's dream comes true!
She didn't fret over how he will find her or what will happen if her family finds out. The only thoughts running through her mind were, what should I wear? What do I say? How do I behave? After all, it's not very often a phanatic meets the God of Music and overall hotness if he's anything like Gerry Butler's Erik.
Emmy figured he probably wouldn't want her to go overboard since he's a man of sense and propriety. So she compromise on wearing a pair of flares and a modest pink T-shirt that showed her flat stomach and curvy hips. Other than that, no flesh was shown but her arms. He would be pleased.
The clock ticked away as she sat, eagerly, at her desk chair, staring at her alarm. Her bedroom door was shut to prevent any interruptions from any pesky little brothers who don't know how to keep their noses out of other people's businesses. And she waited… waited… and waited…
It wasn't until a few minutes after midnight, when Emmy awoke from her "little" doze to hear a soft voice.
"Come to me Angel… come to me Angel of Music… come…"
A bit drowsy, Emmy tried to shake herself to awake fully, but her eyelids were so heavy and her body screamed for sleep. Yet, the man outside was calling for her and she couldn't refuse him. Standing on weak legs, Emmy moved in a trance out to the hallway.
(In sleep He sang to me)
(In dreams He came)
(That voice which calls to me)
(And speaks my name…)
The lyrics from the song were out of the blue in her head, but as Emmy floated down, following her Maestro's enticing voice that was drowning her from reality. She imagined, no saw her attire switch from modern style to a flowing lacy white robe, the sleeves covering the length of her pale arms, but exposing her chest that was being lifted by a constricted whalebone. Her hair, so straight and plain as Jane's, curled magically on their own. And she opened her mouth, her voice pure as gold mingled with the enigmatic man…
(He's here inside my mind…)
Emmy was approaching the front door and continuing in the enchantment, opened for her… the baritone luring her to come…
Closing her eyes, Emmy breathed deeply and stepped forward to the cool night, the only light coming from the silvery moon. She opened her eyes to see him out in the middle of her lawn that was quickly transforming into a labyrinth. His world.
"Master…" she whispered in awe and bewilderment.
Clad in the darkest of ebony, his cloak billowing around him, revealing a gloved hand held out for her.
Demurely, she placed her smaller hand into his, her breath catching in her throat as the slender fingers encased her hand and wrist. Gazing up, she further found herself falling into his seductive spell as his blazing, intoxicating amber eyes stared at her in a way she never thought anyone could. So much power and an indescribable emotion filled his luminous orbs that she shook under his intense scrutiny.
And it was then she noticed his height. The stories weren't kidding when they said he was tall. Compared to her small stature, he was a giant in many proportions. His chest stood out, protruding in a proud fashion, his silky raven shirt and scarlet cravat clinging to his body. His jet-black hair was slicked back and almost shining from the moonlight.
Her eyes rove up until they settled once more back on his face. Gleaming back at her was the infamous pale mask, obscuring his right side from her sight. And the fiery coals beneath alit with a new ferocity that she couldn't read.
Bringing her hand to his lips, his eyes locking with hers, he let his hot breath wash over the prickly skin that Emmy swore she saw spots in her eyes. Releasing her, he backed away slowly, and without breaking contact, began circling her.
His movements were graceful and demanding, there was no clumsiness or faltering in his stride. The cape twirled around him, a mass of black material in the air.
Emmy's head lolled to the side, her neck exposed to his penetrating gaze, her breaths becoming short and quick. Her lips parted, red as blood to her white flesh, when she sensed him standing behind her.
"Angel…" she murmured.
Coming closer, Emmy felt the solid warm body pressed against her.
"Touch me… trust me… savor each sensation…" he sung in her ear, his cloak enwrapping around her in a sea of blackness.
TBC…