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B U Chapter 5 /B /U

B U Awakening /U /B

Wrapping one arm around her waist and the other under her knees, Erik stood and walked back to the bedroom, with the swan bed. After, laying her gently down on the red satin sheets he backed away silently. Not knowing what else to do he leaned against the closed door, and slid to the floor. Burying his face in his hands he let the tears flow freely again.

"I could have lost her!" He whispered to the quietness of the room. "She could have drowned!"

'Drowned', the word echoed in his mind. Reminding him, haunting him, angering him. The Siren should have known! He should have stopped; he should never have gone near Christine! But how was the Siren to know her looks and her voice? He, Erik, had never taken the time or opportunity to introduce her. It was his fault then?

Standing up, he moved towards the closet. Pulling out the least extravagant of stage costumes, but one that still seemed warm enough; he headed back to the swan bed. Laying the gown down on the bed, he reached for the unconscious girl. Rolling her onto her stomach he pulled the strings on the back of her black corset. Peeling the garment away from her blouse he dropped it to the floor and pulled the see-through white top over her head as well. Untying the black scarf wrapped around her hips, he added that to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Reaching for the last item he dared remove, he pulled the skirt down over her hips. The wet material clung to her legs, hindering his movements. Hooking one arm under her knees, he lifted her lower half into the air slightly, and quickly pulled the skirt the rest of the way down.

Erik stepped back, sucking in air as he eyed his love on the bed, in nothing but her undergarments. Grabbing the dress off the bed he quickly began to re-dress her. He pulled back the black satin sheets and placed her on bed once she was dressed. She stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. Erik smiled. At least she was ok. Raising the blanket up to her chin, he tucked the edges in under her. Leaving the room for a few moments, he returned with a handful of other blankets. Layer upon layer were placed over her. Once he was sure she'd warm up he stepped away from her and sat back on the floor by the door. Aminta's outfit ignored.

I XXX /I

Everything was fuzzy! Her head thumped and her lungs burned. Moaning softly, she moved her body a little. She felt someone's hands on her, but feeling as safe as she did thought nothing of it. Giving in to her bodies demand for sleep, she relaxed herself and soon drifted off.

A little more than half an hour had gone by when Christine was jolted awake by a nightmare. Or at least she hoped it to be one. She remembered Raoul acting completely out of sorts, she remembered Mme Giry and the boat trip on the lake, and she remembered being dragged under water by some strike one /strike B thing /B ! It was the same thing as in her nightmare.

B Good God, had it all been true? /B

Trying to sit up she was stopped by, what she could only describe it feeling as, someone sitting atop her. Looking over herself, she almost laughed out loud, she was covered; toe to chin, with a mountain of blankets, and duvets. Someone had taken great care to make sure she was well.

Without needing to think about whom or why, she knew it had been Erik. It was obvious really; she had come in search of him, who else would have found her? And he loved her, and would go the extra mile to secure her safety.

B And in the process, accidentally smother me. /B She joked silently. Her thoughts once again resumed to playful or practical, not distressed.

Pushing the covers back in a heap, she stepped out of the bed. Upon standing she noticed her clothes had changed. Erik must have changed her she decided, before reaching her hands to her head to blindly fix her hair. Looking around the room, she spotted Erik, asleep, still sitting on the floor of her room.

Moving quietly over to him, she kneeled beside him. Nudging him gently with her fist, and then again harder when he made no movement. Any fear she had at his lack of response was quelled as he jumped up, alert.

"Christine?"

"Erik! Thank you." She whispered, which meant Erik had to strain to hear. Not sure he had heard correctly, he just nodded.

"You're ok?" He questioned hesitantly. She too nodded and Erik smiled.

After a short pause he shouted, desperately, "I'm so sorry!"

She lifted her skirts and stood up once more, looking up at Erik. Once erect, she dropped her skirts again and raised her hand to cup his cheek. Rubbing her thumb back and forth she sighed.

"Oh Erik!" She breathed, "It doesn't matter, I'm fine and that is the important thing."

Nodding submissively, Erik took hold of her hand and pulled her back to the bed.

"It's not alright, Christine. I could have killed you!"

"Of course you could have Erik" Smiling indulgently she continued. "From all the way inside your music room."

B XXX /B