Two Souls and One Shattered Phantom chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera nor its characters. But I do own Alyssa, Angelina, and Darien. Now on with chapter 4.
Darien had had a good sleep but when he glanced into the corner he saw a young lady curled together apparently sleeping. As he went to grab a shirt since he was topless the movement had woken the girl. She looked up at him and gasped. Unabashedly she looked him up and down paying more attention to his shirtless chest. It was fairly muscular and broad. He was tall and ruggedly handsome besides the white mask adorning his right side of his face.
The young girl stood and then did Darien get a good look at her. She was a few inches shorter than he and she had long curly ebony hair. Her eyes were hazel with green dominating the brown and she had a very petite form. Her breasts were full and modestly some of it showed on the top of her dress. He couldn't tare his eyes away from this beauty. Then when did he realize he was still staring at her chest and petite frame did he finally voice the question of who she was. She told him and he gasped. For his father had told him briefly of this Christine his angel. But, finding out that this beauty was Christine's daughter it was more of a major shock. And that her name fit her very well.
Angelina stared this man up and down, wondering who he was. She guessed since by the mask that he must be Erik's son. Then voicing her question he told her that he was and his name. Darien… it fit him well. She decided that she wanted to know more about him so she approached the shirtless man, named Darien. Then voicing a question "Do you wear that mask for the same reason as your father or do you just wear it for kicks?"
Darien with a clenched jaw answered "That is none of your business but since you are so curious I wear this mask for the same reason as my father. Why? Does that bother you or something?"
Answering, "Of course not. But I was just thinking that maybe you thought that the mask would heighten your façade." This was said with a smirk and a twinkle in her eye.
This confused him until he caught the expression plastered on her face. Then he knew. This angered him. With this he closed all further distance between them and forcefully and with great strength grabbed her shoulders.
"Don't mock me! Or insult me you little wench! I don't care who you are this is my home and my bedroom! Understand!?"
"Son? Don't you mean this is my home and you are just here until you are of age to leave!? I will not have the two of you arguing at this time. I came to inform Angelina that Christine, her mother has died." Erik said the last of this with a sob and broke into tears. Straight away Angelina went to his side and pulled him into her embrace. Then losing her own façade she as well broke down into sobs, tears pouring from her eyes. Then whispering "This is all Raoul's fault!.. If he never would have touched her or tried to to me!.. Oh my gosh!.. It's my fault!.. If I had just called him father and did what he asked it wouldn't have happened. Me and my temper!" This was finished with more sobs.
Darien looked at Angelina with confusion reflecting in his amber pools and plastered on his face. Who was Raoul? Why wouldn't she call him father? Then knocked out of his thoughts, he heard Erik mumble something to Angelina and he walked out of the bedroom. Leaving the two standing there, him in his thoughts and her still sobbing. Sick of the sobs and loud sniffs, Darien went to Angelina and pulled her into his arms to give her some comfort. Losing her mother must be hard on her for sure; he knew how it was to grow up without one. But, she had her mother then unexpectedly she left from the world without a reason. Then realizing the situation, Angelina immediately pulled away from his still topless form.
He immediately pulled out a shirt and pulled it on then pulled her back into his arms where her sobs continued for quite some time.
Hours later Angelina was sitting on the chaise in silence recalling all the stories and memories her mother had told her and had been in with her. She had red puffy eyes from all the crying and her throat was so dry and sore that she couldn't talk. Darien had left earlier to leave the two mourning people alone so they could mourn in their own way and be at peace. He went for food and other supplies. Especially some other clothes for Angelina.
Erik was at his organ playing a song that reflected his mood. Angelina felt at peace by it and soon found herself humming along. This stopped Erik right away. Just at humming it sounded as if Christine was in the room. What also shocked him was that she knew the song. It was one he had taught to Christine during many of her lessons. Angelina looked up to him to see why he stopped playing and finally with eye contact Erik decided that maybe they both needed a little bit of Christine back even if it was painful. So again he began to play and Angelina soon began to hum along again. Then finding her voice she began to sing with the words, (A/N: just to let you know, I thought this was a good song and it fit in perfectly well with this particular scene and story part. The song is not mine it belongs to the makers of Titanic and Celene Dion. The song My Heart Will Go ON.)
"Every night in my dreams"
"I see you, I feel you,"
"That is how I know you go on."
"Far across the distance"
"And spaces between us"
"You have come to show you go on."
"Near, Far, Where ever you are"
"I believe that the heart does go on"
"Once more you open the door"
"And your here in my heart"
"And my heart will go on and on."
"Love can touch us one time"
"And last for a lifetime"
"And never let go till were one."
"Love was when I loved you"
"One true time I hold to"
"In my life we'll always go on."
"Near, Far, where ever you are"
"I believe that the heart does go on"
"Once more you open the door"
"And you're here in my heart"
"And my heart will go on and on."
"You're here, there's nothing I fear"
"And I know, that my heart will go on"
"We'll stay forever this way"
"You are safe in my heart"
"And my heart will go on and on."
When Angelina stopped singing and Erik finished playing he turned and stared at her with astonishment. She sang like Christine, but sounded older and more mature. It was as if she had already been taught, but it held an angelic sweetness to it like her name. Angelina was a soprano like her mother and could meet her range and surpass the high and low notes, magnificent. Boy, would Erik have a tough time getting over Christine with Angelina there to remind him, what with her looks, smile, and laugh, and worst, voice.
It had been two months since that unfortunate night. Erik was still mourning over Christine. He no longer went into fits of tears, but he did cry himself to a restless sleep every night dreaming about her and what they could have had. Darien was just numb, like normal. He was used to his father's mood swings, but this was way different. Angelina would keep to herself and she often would cry if something brought back a memory of her mother. It was hard for all three parties to deal with the death and the emotions it brought. Finally, when Darien had had it, he went to Angelina and asked her what had happened that night both her mother and her arrived. So Angelina recalled the night to him and everything that took place.
Darien was stunned at what had happened. He did commend her for going through it and being the leader and strong one. Then all was silent until he stated that he needed open air and he was going to go for a walk and asked her if she wanted him to join him. Standing up, she went over to him and pulled him up off of the couch and led him to the gate. Guessing that was a yes he took her across the lake then took them up to the surface.
Once to the surface Darien led her on a short stroll under the moonlight. It was a beautiful night, like his father he had always preferred the night time to the day. It was more calm and peaceful. This is not something one gets often during the day and being the Phantom of the Opera's son. Angelina looked up at him trying to read his features. But he was lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the beauty next to him staring at him.
Finally, cutting him out of his thoughts, she finally spoke, "What are you thinking about?".
"Oh, just how I prefer the moon and nighttime to the day. That sort of thing."
"So do I. That was one thing my mother and me didn't have in common. I mean she appreciated the night and the dark, but she was more prone to the light and daytime. Not me, I never could stand it. The night is more refreshing. And anyways it is more private then the day." That was said with a little meaning and emphasis behind it. But Darien didn't catch on.
So then the two continued in silence until they were back at the lake. They started across until they noticed a hole in the candola. They tried to hurry across and bail the water at the same time, but drastically they both ended up in the lake. Angelina's dress became too heavy for her to stay afloat in and her corset was too tight and not letting proper air reach her lungs. So she started to go under and she lost all oxygen and she fell unconscious. Darien arose to the surface and looked around for her. Then with a cuss word he dove back under looking for the drowning maiden. Finally, he reached her and brought her to the surface, then swimming the rest of the way across to the other shore, he placed her down.
First he checked to see if she was still breathing and if she had a pulse. She had a pulse but it was very faint and she wasn't breathing very well. So he took off her top and the corset that restricted her. Just leaving the bodice so she could gather the much needed air. Suddenly she started to cough and spit up water. The first words out of his mouth were if she was ok. She answered with just a nod of her head. Finally, when a sufficient supply of air had reached her and her pallor was back to it's normal color then did he pick her up and take her to the room that they had made up for her. He laid her on the bed and pulled the warm blankets over her. There she didn't protest and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.
Darien on the other hand started to sneeze and get the sniffles. He was coming down with a cold. Just all the things in the world he needed.
A week later Angelina was back to perfect health. Just a little weak in the knees. But, a different story could be said for Darien. Two days after the accident in the lake he had become bed ridden and had a very high fever. He was delirious, and went in and out of unconsciousness. When Angelina had heard the news from Erik immediately she had went to his bedside. She owed him her life and also there was something else. Which she didn't know just yet, but that he held her heart and if he disappeared too, she couldn't bare to live anymore. Erik had picked up on this when she refused to leave Darien's bedside. She didn't eat or sleep. For Darien's sake, but also for the girl's, Erik hoped that there would be a good turn out.
In the end it was, sort of. Darien finally officially woke up and knew his surroundings. Had no fever and was just tired, but felt better. When he looked over he saw Angelina sitting in a chair that was next to his bed. She was asleep and looked so peaceful, he couldn't wake her. But, with that Angelina awoke and found Darien staring at her with wonderment. Darien noticed the creep of red that had now taken over her cheeks. With that, she jumped into his arms with tears in her eyes. Angelina hugged him and was glad that he had made it through. With this on first impulse, Darien pulled her face to his and met her soft luscious lips with his in a soft, slow, and gentle kiss.
This startled Angelina, but she kissed him in return. Then with one quick abrupt movement Darien had pushed her back. Angelina was puzzled by this, so she tried to kiss him again, but he refused her. When his jaw clenched Angelina knew it was pointless so she left him alone to his solitude.
A/N: Hoped you liked this chapter. I will get chapter five up soon. Things are starting to heat up between Angelina and Darien. But, what is with him? Erik will know. He is his father and knows his son well. Will even more things heat up? Find out. R&R plz.