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Chapter 3
Thoughts
There was flames all around me. Then, nothing but dark and smoke. I was scared, I was both hot and very cold. Was I found by a demon, or was it simply a nightmare? Either way, I was too frightened to move anyway.
-Corrine, wake up sweetheart.
Could it be Erik calling my name? I feel numb! That voice felt so gentle against my ear, so warm. I can almost feel his breathing against my skin. But even then, I could not open my eyes. I felt heavy, barely able to breath.
-Corrine listen to my voice, you have to wake.
I felt a soft hand caressing my cheek and then weird speaking in an odd but enchanting voice that wasn't the Phantom's. I was finally able to lift my eyelids to find that there was a hand on my cheek and another on my forehead.
When everything came into focus, I saw Erik, leaning over me, a concerned look covering his features. But as soon as our eyes met, he became as handsome as he previously was and smiled to me.
-Where were you? He asked softly
I shivered and he sighed. I did not had to say where I was for he could see it in his own mind now that I was awake, I don't know how I know it, but I know it.
-You don't have to worry my dear, it was far from demonic. He said, reassuring me with his damn sexy voice of his. It was your fear that surfaced. Nothing to be scared of. Though, you frightened me, for I had to use a lot of energy to reach you. My master told me your dreams were powerful, but I never thought they were that much.
I sat up, my body very sore. No matter why, I was hunched over the edge of the bed a part of the night. I looked everything but graceful right now. Erik left me for a few minutes, leaving the room not by the main entrance but disappearing through a black curtain on my left. I heard water running and guessed he was pouring a bath. Hopefully for me. After a moment, he reappeared and held his hand out for me.
-Come, a good warm bath will sooth you.
With you? I thought, hoping he would not see me blush, but his exasperate sigh let me know otherwise. Oops! Mind reader Corrine, remember, mind reader.
-A virgin being so obsess with physical love, how interesting. He said, making me blush even more and I slapped his arm
-You shut up! You angels are not better, you don't even have sex. So...
-Those are stories from mortals, but let's not talk about that, your bath will get cold if you don't go in it now.
Then I entered the bathroom. It was exactly how I had imagined it. Dah! All this world had been 'redesigned' from my own fantasies. The only thing that was not totally like in my head, was Erik. I would like him to be loving. Not only for the sexual part, I could manage to live without it, but being held in his arms at night and stuff like that. Maybe I could have him do that. Until now he had been quite a caring man and even lifted me in his arms a few hours ago. Shit! I'm in love with a dream! But was it love or lust? How could I know? I've never had anyone in my bed, no one to say loves words and sweet nothings in my ear. Nothing!
As I stepped in the bathtub, my brain start to think about why the soul maker chose to place me in the phantom's lair, with a nice sexy phantom of flesh and blood. And maybe angel wings...
There's more than one reason why I liked the story of the Phantom of the Opera. First from the book and then from the movie. Poor man, he was all alone, learned stuff by himself. No one understood him or wanted to. His art was kept secret and all he could do, was imagine what being with someone would be.
Exactly like me. Well...I've never killed anyone though, but that's not the point. The point is, that I can relate to Erik. I've always been alone. My writing and other hobby like sewing and drawing would remain hidden. No one would listen to my thoughts, and let me say that I have tones on many subjects. No one ever came close to me or looked at me. Now I know that it was the will of the Soul maker. Let me say that if I meet that soul maker guy, I will squeeze his pride until his eyes bleeds. If he has something to squeeze! And if he's a 'he'!