Title: As Speech Disappears Into Silence
Author: LittleLottexoxEriksTrueAngel
Chapter: A Life For A Life-Part II
A/N: Okay...first of all I would just like to let you know that I have not abandoned my stories!!!!! The last two and a half months of school were crazy!!! States exams, regents, proficiencies, finals, essays and so much more were just driving me insane and taking up so much time! I decided that it would be best that I take a break from updating my stories for a while. I will be writing A LOT over summer vacation, I promise!!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and keep your eyes open for updates on my other stories!
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Now, onto the story…
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A Life For A Life – Part Two
It was a terrible thing to loose a child. Even more terrible was the way he had lost her.
Gustave Daae's entire body racked with sobs as he thought of what his beloved daughter had done for him. She had sold herself out for him, gave up her freedom, and everything else that mattered to her to some man. Some man who took her God only knows where and was doing God only knows what to her. Christine was not exactly strong…she was smart, witty, and clever , but there would be nothing she could do if a man, such as Erik Deveraux…the Devil incarnate…tried to well…harm her in any way. All Gustave Daae knew was that he had to get well quickly and he had to find a way to get his daughter back…no matter what it cost…
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Christine slept most of the way to Erik Deveraux's sea side mansion…well, mansion is not quite the right word to describe his home…it was more like a castle. Christine could not believe her eyes when they pulled up in front of the gates. However, the first thoughts that popped into her head upon her arrival were… "What was Erik Deveraux doing in the small, poor town, that my father and I had been living in?" "By the looks of this place, Erik Deveraux could have any women he wanted…a high class, high society women at that…so why did he choose me?" "What did he want from me?" Her mind raced with questions that remained unanswered.
Christine chanced another quick glance out of her window as the coachman pulled the carriage into Erik's expansive driveway, then quickly looked down into her lap, I don't want to be here, and I shouldn't be enjoying the scenery or thinking that the house is beautiful... She couldn't help it; Erik Deveraux's home was indeed breathtaking.
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Erik watched Christine Daae from his seat across from her. He knew his home was beautiful…he himself had built it…,but soon realized that something beautiful to him would be more than extraordinarily beautiful for a young women who had worked hard for what she had, which wasn't much, and grew up with nothing but fairy tales. He felt for his Christine…and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that she was his, that she belonged to him…she had traded her life for her father's…and he would never let her go.
When Christine looked down in her lap, he couldn't help but smirk.
"Do you like your new home, Christine?" He asked, in a not-so-friendly way that made Miss Christine Daae shiver and feel every little bit the thing she was…his property.
She remained silent.
He sighed. "You know that you are going to have to talk sometime soon." The ride here had been dreadfully quiet.
Still, he got no response.
Erik decided to question a topic that would strike a nerve and force her to retaliate. "You did not want to say farewell to your father before we departed this morning?"
She whispered her answer so low that he could barley hear it.
"I beg your pardon?"
Christine glared at him, mumbling something under her breath. Erik thought that he caught the phrases "smug bastard" and "arrogant pig", but decided not to make anything of it…for now.
"I said, I left him a note." She stated turning away from him in disgust, her voice cracking on the last two words. The entire display makes him almost feel remorseful for her…almost.
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Once Erik and Christine exited the carriage, Erik quickly began to bark out orders to the many servants that were waiting to greet their master. Christine stood there, small, weak, alone, and afraid until he ordered a maid to take Christine to her new room.
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Christine felt that she could have cried when Erik ordered a maid to show her to her new room. Every step she took towards the mansion was a dagger into her heart. Her head was spinning and everything around her was a blur. All she could think was, run…Run…Run…, but she knew that she couldn't. She would never be free from the strange masked man, who had forced her to make a terrible decision…her life, or her father's…
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The inside of the mansion was just, if not more, beautiful as the outside, but Christine barley noticed. She felt like she was a prisoner, walking to the gallows, just waiting to die. Just waiting for the inevitable…
Finally, the petite, blond maid stopped and opened a door, motioning for Christine to enter the room before her. Christine's breath caught.
The bedroom was bigger than her and her father's entire cottage. There was a large, four-poster, canopy bed in the center of the room and an elaborate dresser off to one side. There was a large vanity table to the right and a closet to the left. A large mirror took up most of a wall. There was also a set of French doors that led to a small balcony. The kind maid waited patiently while Christine examined the room before speaking.
"Bonjour, Mademoiselle." The maid said a hint of perkiness in her voice. "My name is Meg, and I will be your personal maid while you are here."
"Bonjour, Meg." Christine said in a small voice, the way she said it, it made Christine sound like an important guest.
"I was told to give you the following instructions…you are to have your lessons with the master everyday, starting at promptly half past ten. Lunch will be served after he dismisses you from your lesson. You will be free to do whatever you would like until dinner, which is at six o'clock." She paused. "Also, your day clothes and your dinner clothes will be laid out for you everyday and you are not to leave the house at anytime without an escort." Meg let all of the information sink in before asking, "Is there anything else you need to know, Mademoiselle?"
"No, but thank you." Christine said, finding her voice. "Oh, and call me Christine."
"Okay, Christine then. You must be tired from your journey. I will be back to help you dress for dinner."
Christine made her way towards the bed as Meg slipped out of the room. She let the tears she had been holding back fall, eventually crying herself into a restless sleep.
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As soon as Erik walked into his study Nadir Kahn was all over him, asking questions and making comments.
"So you got her, Erik?" The tall, Persian man asked.
"Obviously, Daroga." Erik responded, jaw clenched.
"So now that she's here, what are you going to do with her?" He inquired, picking up the contract and beginning to read it before Erik could protest.
"I'm going to teach her to sing, and then…" He trailed off.
Nadir sighed. "Do you think that she could ever learn to love you, Erik? After what you made her do?"
"Nadir…" Erik growled in warning.
"How long before she sees…and she will eventually see it Erik, and runs from you?"
"She won't run from me…she can't."
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