Chapter 6

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Erik POV

FINALLY we stopped at an inn. I was getting tired of being cooped up in such a tiny place. I began to question myself on why I even asked Faye to come with me. Maybe some pity for her? Hadn't I thought of doing this trip by myself so I could get away from people? To be alone with my thoughts of Christine. No. I don't know. Christine. I had a dream in the carriage about her, she was singing for me once more. Her voice was perfection and she was singing for me, only me. Once she had finished the song she looked me straight in the face and said the words I would have killed for. "I love you." Small and simple but pure and true. I woke to a jostle in the carriage and Faye looking out the window, as if she'd had been talking to me. Not trying to be rude I ask her to repeat what she was just saying. She gives me a funny look and says nothing. I went back to sleep. Hoping the dream would continue. But it didn't. I dreamt of Christine again, but she screamed at me repeating the words "I hate you. I hate you." I began to cry and Raoul entered and took Christine away from me. And I was left in my lair crying for her. Her words were daggers in my heart. I had always what was best for her and just her love. Was that too much to ask for a disfigured man? I guess so.

All I wanted was to destroy the second dream and cherish the first.

"Erik-" Faye said.

"What Faye?" I asked in an annoyed tone. I didn't mean to come off that way, I just hated being interrupted when I was in my thoughts of my Christine.

"When we go into the inn, what's the story?"

"Beg pardon?" What the hell was she talking about?

"The story… like so people don't think you are the opera ghost?" She asked silently.

I hadn't thought of that. Well, she was good for one thing: planning ahead.

"Why don't we say I'm your brother and we are traveling to Nantes and we need two rooms? We are traveling because our mother is very ill and she requested that we would see her. One last time…" I pause for dramatic effect leaving Faye a little uneasy.

"I was just wondering." Faye answered. She didn't meet my eyes; she just stared off the window. I scared her. Still had it in me.

"Ahh, here we are." I said.

Faye POV

"Bonsoir Mademoiselle and Monsieur. How may I be of assistance?" asked the innkeeper.

"Do you have two rooms available monsieur?" I asked politely as I could. I was very tired, you see.

"Oui ,I do. But wouldn't you rather be alone with your mysterious friend over there?" he asked me slyly. The look on his face was just awful. It couldn't be described as anything else.

"That happens to be my brother." But it wasn't very convincing.

"Oh pardonne-moi mademoiselle." He said, but I don't think he believed me.

"Do you mind showing us the rooms now monsieur?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

"Yes mademoiselle." He took my things and began to lead me upstairs.

"Erik?" I said. I went to him.

"Yes Faye?" he asked.

"Dear brother, they have two rooms available they are showing me to mine will you come or will you stay here for a while?" I asked seriously.

"I'll stay here sister dear." he smiled, trying to hold back it back and failing.

Well, l still couldn't tell whether the innkeeper bought the act or not.

Once in the room, I thanked the innkeeper and locked the door.

It wasn't an amazing room but not dreadful. But definitely an upgrade from the shack. I unpacked my few belongings and showered and went to bed. I was too tired to think of food. Even though the bed was comfier than my old one at home, I couldn't sleep. I had a nightmare, a terrible, awful nightmare.

I was alone in the darkness. All at once I saw candles all around me. Once my eyes adjusted I could see that I was wearing a white wedding gown and veil. This dress was nothing I've ever seen before, it was just simply stunning. I also saw myself in a mirror. Wow, I actually looked pretty good. My hair, which was usually in a messy French bun, was now curled to perfection, my golden locks of hair looked like a fountain of gold. Wow, I can't believe I just thought that. I was staring into a mirror, I saw myself fully, and the gown looked like it was made for my body. I twirled around to really take this all in. Then I noticed it, a bed. A HUGE bed. It looked like a swan. The blankets were blood red. The bed had made me get goosebumps, so I turned my back to it. And I saw him, literally ran into him. His mask was still on, and he wore a black suit and cape. I started to fall over as he caught me. He straightened me up so I faced him, his hands on my arms. They were gripping me very tight, that I'm sure it left white marks on them.

"I'm sorry" I said. "I shouldn't be here, I'm sorry"

He looked at me funny and said "Yes you are, you came here, and now everything is and will be fine" He then brought me closer to him and he wrapped his arms around me, may I say pretty damn tight. I almost couldn't breathe. I felt scared and wanted to run away. But I couldn't.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I said childishly. It was hard to breathe anyway.

"Don't you know where we are, my angel?" "The engagement room."

The moment he said engagement I started to struggle out or his iron grip. I tried running, hitting his chest, and trying to escape the iron grip that his hands and arms around my waist. But he wouldn't let me go. He moved closer to the mirror, which I had to move along with him. He still wouldn't let me go. He moved me in front of him in front of the mirror. His arms were around my waist and looked in the mirror another time. This time I saw myself differently, I saw my eyes, red with tears and then I saw his face. His mask was still on, but there was a small smile on his face. But his eyes showed me something else. His blue eyes were slightly green. And there were tears in his eyes, but he held them back. He seemed different, but yet the same. I don't know it seemed different. After a few nervous moments for me, he turned me around and pulled me closer, but it couldn't have gotten any closer. He looked into deeper into my eyes and his head moved closer to mine. I was trembling, I was shaking uncontrollably and I couldn't stop. He looked at me with curiosity, but his lips had gotten closer to mine. I turned my head away; he brought his hand to my chin lifting it up. I looked up; he was barely inches from my face. His lips got closer and he said in a whisper…..

"You are my life now, I love you….. You don't have to be afraid of me; I will never let you go."

I didn't know what to say, all I could do was look up at him. He looked down at me.

His lips were not even an inch from mine and then as I closed my eyes. Waiting for his lips, and then I hear him whisper to me.

"I'm sorry, I have to do this." His grip tightened around my waist. I was being pushed into him. I could feel him. He walked me swiftly to the wall.

I open my eyes, wide-eyed and scared. Fresh tears exited my eyes. I looked up at him, and then I noticed something I didn't see that he had with him before, my knife. If he was intending to kill me now, at least I would tell him what I felt, so he would finally know.

"Erik-"

"I'm sorry"

"Erik, please I need to tell you something... I"

I didn't finished, Erik the plunged the knife into my heart. I gasped; a huge pain was in my chest. It was difficult to breathe. It was painful to even to try. I was losing my balance. Blood was seeping into the white top of my dress. Then he took the knife out of my chest. He wept as my body limped into his. He lowered my body to the ground and he wept over it.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" He sobbed. "I didn't want to!" "I was afraid, I was afraid you didn't love me!" "If I couldn't have you ….then nobody else could!"

I looked at him, my eyes were blurred.

"I" …It was so painful to talk, but he had to know. "Love you Erik…..I always did and always will…" My world went black.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed. He took the knife that pieced my heart and lifted it over his head and said

"No one would listen, no one but her heard as the outcast hears…"

He looked at my dead body once more and looked toward the ceiling of the lair

"IT'S OVER NOW THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT!"

He plunged the dagger into his own heart and his body fell on top of me. Erik was dead.

I woke up screaming. Tears exited my eyes and I felt so alone. But Erik was right there as I woke up; he had rushed to my side.

"What happened? What's wrong?" he asked me loudly.

"Nothing... Just a nightmare" I said. I kept replaying in my head him killing me. I looked away. I was ashamed. It was so senseless.

"What happened, in the dream?" He took my hands into his, trying to comfort me. It wasn't working. The last person I wanted to see was him at the moment. I felt mortified of what I had said to him in the dream. I barely knew him. He was a stranger to me.

"Nothing… really I'm sorry Erik, why don't you go back to bed?" I smile, but he sees my eyes which hold a sort of fear. It was like he could see through my eyes as windows into the depths of my soul.

"No, I'm not leaving until you tell me." He put an arm around my shoulder, and I relaxed into his arm. His hand that was around my shoulder came down to my hand and entwined in it. I felt so strong and alive in his arms. What was I saying? I didn't want him to know what I dreamt. It would be embarrassing and foolish. I just wanted to be alone. I was ashamed of myself. But it was just a dream. But still…

"Please Erik, I'm fine, why don't you go back to sleep…..wait…how did you get into my room? It's locked…" I looked away from him for a minute and looked back at him, stared into his eyes. I was looking for an explanation here…

Erik just looked at me and smiled. He knew something, I didn't know.

"Did you think you would ever be alone?"

He never answered my question….

Real dream of mine! Pretty epic! Thanks for reading! Please review!