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"But that's- that's impossible!" Erik sputtered, forgetting to throw his voice. Christine glanced up into the rafters, bleary eyed. "You said to your friend, that Meg… you said that your father would send the Angel of Music. You said you were waiting for your angel!"
Christine sniffed once, causing Erik's breath to catch in his throat. She was crying.
Without a second thought, Erik deftly made his way down from the catwalk and was quickly beside Christine on the stage. She looked up at the dark, imposing figure towering over her, and the floodgates opened.
"Are you going to k-kill me?" she hiccupped. Her pale face was splotched with color and stained with tears, and she seemed dangerously close to hyperventilating. Erik's features grew soft, and he knelt down before her. Christine made to crawl away, but Erik grabbed her hand. He stared at their joined hands for a moment.
"Christine," he said quietly, "I would never let harm find you."
Christine's hysterics grew quieter as she studied the man in front of her. In her state of shock, the strongest impression she got when looking at him was that of a Tim Burton character. Erik had long, spindly limbs, and was easily a head taller than her, if not more. He was dressed all in black, and had on a mask that covered his features save his eyes and thin, pale lips.
By now, Erik was saying something, but his eyes were such a shade of amber as Christine had never seen before, or so she thought. She wondered vaguely whether he wore contacts
"Christine?" Hearing her name pronounced so sharply caused Christine to break out of her reverie.
A beat.
"I do believe in angels," Christine mumbled to the floor.
"I'm sorry?" murmured Erik. He moved imperceptibly closer.
"I told Meg… My father believed in the Angel of Music, and I'm not religious or anything, but I think anyone who helps someone else is an angel. It's silly, but…"
Christine stopped, and looked at her hand, which Erik still had in his. She blinked, then sprang up, effectively tearing herself away from him. "I can't believe I'd tell you something like that," she moaned, heading for the opposite stage door.
"It's not silly," Erik offered.
Christine wiped her eyes and turned to look at him, her expression livid. "You need to let me out of here now. My friends know where I am, and they'll come looking for me."
Erik rose to his full height and slowly approached Christine. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Christine. Besides, they won't find you here."
The tone of Erik's voice made her heart stop. The only word she could think of to describe it was broken.
"Oh, God."
A few deft movements and darkness filled Christine's vision.