Deal of a Lifetime

by pastheart

I don't know what drove him to it.What gave him the power or the passion. All I know is a young woman with extraordinary talents was arrested. He gave her a choice. A prison with bars and guards or his prison created by his dark soul.EC.Possibly dark Erik

33. Chapter 33

The sound of wind chimes woke Christine up. The light streaming the curtains didn't help much either. Someone had come in the night and had opened her balcony doors. The breeze blowing through felt nice. However, she distinctly remembered locking the door before she went to bed.

She looked up to see the door had remainded locked throughout the night. Maybe Susan had come in before Christine and put the wind chimes up. Christine, herself, had probably gotten hot in the night and opened the balcony doors without realizing it.

She decided to spend a few moments on the balcony before she had to find herself dealing with Satan's bride and her sidekicks. She threw a robe on and had made it to the doors when she saw the roses sitting on her dresser.

The balcony was forgotten as she rushed to unlock the door and run through the house. She didn't bother to look in the office or the kitchen or the parlor. No, she knew where he would be. Where he would be waiting for her.

He would be waiting in the one place where hate didn't exist. The one place where everything sacred existed. The place where she first realized that angels did exist. Where her father had sent the angel of music to her. It was the place where she had first seen his face. Not his mask, but his face.

She rushed through the doors of the library to find it bare. There was no sign of Erik. No melody filled the room. No papers laid rumpled near the trash or around the piano. No, she was mistaken. He was not here. Just wishful thinking on her part. The roses had probably not been there either.

She let out a sigh and took a seat on the couch. There was nothing left for her to do. Eventually, she would be found, and the day would begin. "You shouldn't hold your mouth that way. It is most unbecoming."

Christine perked up and looked around the room, trying to find out where the voice had come from. Not seeing anyone else, Christine stood up and began to hunt around the room. It was not until she had gone past the music books that someone grabbed her and pulled her into a passage. She would have screamed, had it not been for the hand covering her mouth.

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