NOTE I sadly do not own Phantom of the Opera, nor do I own Erik. Sorry its been a while... I think 2 weeks. I have been so busy with end of the quater, softball everynight, church stuff, homework ect... I have had this chapter writen, but i failed to type it up untill yesterday. Chapter 5 is in the typing stage now, so it should be up... lets say soon... also for those of youwho havent figuedit out yet... wellIgive you a clue.. there is a signafigace to Aslynn staying there for five days. let me know if you can guess it :) Alsoi know some people have been asking me how to pronouce Aslynn's name.. its like Aslan, from the Nariaseries, but is more likeas-lynn. I got the name from reading Reader's Digest and itwas an article about this little girl, named Aslynn who had this disease and the doctors saved her,cute story, but i loved thename. hint whyI usedit Hope you enjoy Chapter 4
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Aslynn slept soundly thought out the night. She slept a deep, dreamless sleep. When she awoke in the morning, she slowly opened her eyes. She lay in her bed, and watched the soft glow of candles dance across the ceiling. As she slowly awakened more, she wondered why her head was throbbing. She suddenly sat, and realized that it was the next morning.
"Oh crap, I have a competition at Cape Hatteras today and I have no clue what time is it. I'm going to be late. Crap. I am going to be late. I need to get out of here." She cursed softly. "Oh, I got to get out of here, where is here? Where am I?"
She thought. She quickly jumped out of the bed, and checked to see what she was wearing. She found herself in a pair of large black pants, and a loose white shirt. She didn't bother to look for a mirror, she needed to get out of this house. The last thing she need was to be late for that competition.
She ran out of the room, and quickly down the hall to the open room where the Phantom was softly playing the Organ.
Hearing Aslynn enter, he glanced over his shoulder. The bruises on her face had shrunk, and the cuts were beginning to heal. Her eyes shown with worry, as she briskly entered.
Not seeing Erik she started to head to the dock. She was just about to the stairs when she heard a voice call out to her.
"Where are you off to this morning?" Erik called out.
"Oh, so it is still morning. I was worried I slept though the day. I don't know where I am, but I do know that I need to get out of here." She swiftly replied, looking at Erik.
"I am afraid that you can't go," He calmly said, slowly getting up from the bench.
"But I have to." Aslynn protested.
"For your own good, you can't leave." He replied now standing, facing her. His white mask reflected light, which made it glow.
"Why in hell would you care about me," Aslynn started, "And I NEED to go!"
"No, you don't," he said, now walking towards her.
"Yes, I do," she firmly replied, getting very adjudicated with Erik. "I have to be at Cape Hatteras at eleven o'clock this morning for a competition. This competition means a lot to me, my new sponsor will be there, and I want to do good surfing for the first time with them. I don't know where I am, but I HAVE TO GO!"
"What the hell are you talking about, you must have hit your head hard. And we are in my house, under the Old Paris Opera Popular." Erik firmly replied, now slightly worried about Aslynn, since she was talking nonsense.
"Paris? As in Paris, France?" Aslynn asked, hoping it wasn't true.
"Yes," Erik gruffly replied.
"Shit, I really need to go, I will never make it in time," Aslynn started, "But wait, how did I get to Paris?" She paused, "Oh well, I'm leaving."
"I would think it was wise that you don't leave, especially with all this nonsense your talking," Erik said, grasping her arms to prevent her from going.
"Let me GO! I need to leave." Aslynn Yelled at him, now getting angry with Erik, "I have to be at Cape Hatteras, today, June fifth, at eleven o'clock."
"Why the hell do you keep saying you have to go to Cape Hatteras for? There is no Cape Hatteras anywhere in France. Also its not June, its still February." Erik replied, his voice becoming more powerful.
She fought to get out of his grip, but with his unearthly strength it was a losing battle. Suddenly she realized that Erik said it was still February, and she stopped fighting.
"Wait, did you say it was STILL February?" Aslynn asked.
"Yes, it is February," He replied, still gripping her arms.
"That can't be. It can't. Its June, 2005, yesterday was just a dream." Aslynn protested, showing no resistance to Erik's tight grip.
"What are you talking about? You must have hit your head harder than you thought." Erik said, puzzled at Aslynn for thinking it was June 2005. He loosened his grip on her arms. As he did, she fell to her knees. "Tell me what happened to you yesterday before you were brought to me." Erik then questioned.
Aslynn took in a deep breath and stared off over the lake.
"It was the afternoon, and I was at the beach, surfing. I hit my head on some rocks and awoke on a street in Paris. A lady told me that I fell off a horse. After I got up off the street I looked for a doctor. As I walked down the street I saw an elder man being robbed. So I tried to help him, but the men who robbed him got mad at me, and dragged me here."
As Aslynn finished her story, she turned to meet the Phantom's eyes,
Erik could see truth in her eyes, but was still unsure about her story. He remained silent, not knowing how to reply.
"You must think I'm some psycho," Aslynn added, staring deep into Erik's cold eyes.
"Where am I?" She then whispered.
"You are in my house under the Old Opera Popular. You are in Paris," Erik replied, watching Aslynn kneel, he hands now covering her face. Her wrists were covered in rope burn from yesterday.
"But I don't understand, it doesn't make sense." Aslynn said, her voice shaking.
Erik still didn't know what to say to this woman. He just watched her. He turned away, and started to walk back to the organ. He stopped, What if she needs my support? Erik pondered. No! I wont give in to another woman. My life is meant to be in solitude. If I was meant to be with a woman, it was Christine.
During the first night of having a woman live with him again, Erik' s thoughts wondered.
She is very different. This woman, Aslynn, she is bold to, and knows about Eastern Medicine. Her parents are form two different cultures, with is uncommon. She had a different look to her. When she was done with her bath, and was wearing my clothes… She did have some beauty in her scratched face.
NO! You were only to love Christine; you can't have any feelings for this new woman.
She could never match Christine. She would never have her voice, or her pale complexion. I loved her. She despised me. She choose me only to save the man she loved. All I did was make her prove her love to HIM. And I let her go. I let her go! She could be living with me here, now, but no. She would have been married to me! My plan would have been perfect if he never entered the picture.
But she would never love me. It's because of my hideous face. Because of my thirst for blood.
I remember her lips against mine. Those soft, warm lips. She was the first brave enough to kiss me. But she didn't love me. She didn't love her angle.
Erik became depressed in his thoughts. He realized again, how Christine consumed his thoughts. It had been five year. He should have forgotten about her by now.
To ease his mind, Erik started to focus on his music, not any living soul.
Erik passes the rest of the night in his music. In the morning, more like midday, he heard a door down the hall open. He listened as he heard her walk down the hallway. When she entered the room, she didn't even notice him.
Aslynn spoke again, in a soft whisper.
"Why am I here? This doesn't make any sense."
She was now holding her necklace in her hands. Her fingers traced over the two sharks teeth. She longed to be at the beach again. She longed to have control on her life, and know what was happening around her.
Erik turned, and saw Aslynn still kneeling, but now delicately holding something in her hand. What ever it was, it seemed to comfort her. Probably a gift from a person who means a lot to her. May be I should try to comfort her.
He walked back over to Aslynn and said, "I don't know what you are going through, but I think you should take it easy today."
She looked up at him, and put her necklace around her neck.
Erik saw that the item she was holding was a silver cross on a chair with two black teeth on either side of it.
"I will not be the best company, but I will be here," he said, "Oh, and you're free to any room in my house, except for my room, which I showed you. You might as well make your self comfortable here, since you will be here for five days."
He held out his hand to Aslynn, and she accepted it. He helped her get up.
As Aslynn got up, she looked around the room more. On the side, down a few steps, was a smaller open room. In that room was a desk with many papers on it.
"Can I go sit at that desk over there?" she asked Erik.
"Be my guest," he replied leading her down the short flight of stairs. He guided her to the desk, and pulled out the chair. She gratefully took it. As she sat down, Erik walked around the desk, and gently pushed the spread out papers into a pile. He then opened a drawer, and got out more paper and pens, incase she wished to use them.
Aslynn watched him do this, and felt at ease in his calm presence.
"Thank, you really don't need to be this kind to me." Aslynn told Erik, accepting the papers.
He looked at her, into her eyes, and saw a deep sadness, not quite visible before.
"Don't worry about it," he replied, curious to what sad burden she carried.
After watching her for a little more he finally needed to escape back to his organ. He didn't like having this woman be in his presence.
"I'll be at my organ, or around the house," Erik said in a deep voice, turning sharply.
After Erik left Aslynn looked around this new room. On the desk in front of her was a miniature stage to scale, with wax figures in it.
I wonder if he made this, she asked her self, I wonder is this is what the stage used to look like. It must have been beautiful.
Her eyes then moved to a stack of papers. She looked at them with curiosity, and gently picked them up. Every thing was written in a sloppy, child-like handwriting. Among the papers she found stage designs.
Erik must be a designer or architect of some type, these sketches are very detailed.
Aslynn spent a good amount of time looking over Erik's different papers. After about two hours her stomach began to growl, and she remembered that she hadn't eaten anything all day.
She slowly got up, and walked up the short flight of stairs. Erik still sat at his organ, playing, then scratching notes on a manuscript, then returning to the keys.
When he heard her walk up the steps he stopped, and turned, showing the masked side of his face. He saw her approaching, but didn't want to talk, so he turned back to the organ, and continued to play.
Aslynn glanced over to Erik as he continued to play. She paused when she was half was across the room. She looked at the Phantom again, and continued to walk. When she reached the open doorway to the kitchen, she paused, then walked in, sliding her hand next to the door looking for a switch.
"Oh, duh, they didn't have electricity back then," she softly chuckled to herself.
She walked more into the dim room, and picked up one of the few candles. She then went over and lit more by the sink. Once the room was lit she started to look for something to eat. She started in the cupboards furthest to the right, and opened all the doors. All of these were filed with different types if plates and dishware. Finally after going halfway thought the cabinets Aslynn started to find food items. She found the cupboard that had bread in it. She took out a small load, and then looked for a knife. After finding one, she walked over to the icebox and pulled out some jam.
She gently spread the strawberry jam over the bread. Once she was finished, she put the jam back and washed the knife.
Finally she sat down at the table, with her bread, and ate. As she ate she tried to picture what she would be doing in North Carolina now.
It's probably around three here, so it's probably night over there. I probably would be at the award ceremony dinner event. My parents would be with me. It called to be a warm, cloudless night. I still don't know why I am here.
When Aslynn was done eating, she got up and walked back into a music filled room. Not wanting to disturb the Phantom, she returned to the desk at which she pent the earlier part of the day.
As she sat down she pulled out a clean sheet of paper. She picked up a pen, and pushed it down onto the paper. She paused, and then started to draw. She drew a huge wave that was engulfing a surfer. She shaded the curve of the wave, and the detailed swell almost came off the paper. As she drew, her mind left her.
She kept on adding to the wave for several hours, and soon it was late into the night. She failed to hear the music cease, or see Erik leave the room. Finally when she was done, she got up, and looked around.
"He's not hear, I wondered how long he has been gone?" Aslynn asked her self, "I wonder what time it is, I'm exhausted!"
She slowly made her way down the dim hall into her room. She collapsed on the bed, and pulled the warm, red, down comforter over her, and drifted of into a violent nightmare.
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