SOMEONE IN MY REVEIWS POINTED OUT HOW THEY DIDNT LIEK HOW I REFERED TO ERIK AS A 'PERSON?'
IM NOT BEING RUDE, IM JUST A LITTLE CONFUSED OVER YOUR COMMENT, I MEANT NO OFFENCE TO ERIK, PERSONALLY I LOVE HIM. FACE AND ALL, IM A HUGE FAN OF Erik AND FIND HE'S MY FAV CHARATER IN THE WHOLE MOVIE
IM GLAD YOU GUYS AGREE THAT I SHOULD GO SLOW WITH THEM AND THE ROMANCE; I WAS WORRIED FOR A BIT.
BUT DONT FRET, I STILL HAVE LOTS OF IDEAS
PLEASE STAY TUNED AND REVEW
I BROKE MY SHOWED NOZZEL! NOW MY MOM IS SO ANGRY WITH ME!
I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER, I REALLY HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING THIS TIME, I WROTE THIS WITHOUT A SINGLE IDEA, I JSUT WROTE AND WAITED FOR IDAS TO COME TO ME WHILE I WROTE SO I HOPE ITS OK, BUT DONT WORRY I WILL MAKE THIS AN IMPORTANT CHAPTER LIKE THE REST
I DONT OWN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Time passed and Elizabeth got better and better. Erik approved, and was extremely pleased.
He was glad he made the decision to take her to the Sunset Theatre, her improvement had stemmed from that, her singing was no longer hollow but instead light, beautiful and full of emotions. It was just songs on love; Elizabeth could now sing sings in a wide variety of emotions and had portrayed them well enough to his satisfaction.
He never asked her how she did it though, he somewhat already knew.
Erik was in his lair in the Sunset theatre.
It was not as large and spacious as the one at the opera house in France, however it was enough to suffice. A big room with a chandelier, it was once again underground and unknown and for that Erik was glad because he preferred it that way. There were several ways to entre his domain, but they were all sealed in ways so no foolish cast members or hired help could accidently tumble in.
Decorated with curtains, candles and paintings he had found over the years it still held a foreboding feeling as his other lair had held, and he most important part, the organ in the centre of the room. There were other rooms, like his own bedroom and other such. His home was too far down underground for anyone to hear him play so he was free to create freely whenever he wished.
One day he would bring Elizabeth down here, one day he would show her this domain and tell her of his pans, the ideas and schemes he had for her and her talent. Because she had talent, and lots of it. Erik was glad he had decided not to kill her that day, Elizabeth was exactly like a diamond in the rough and now that he had polished it she shone brighter than any sapphire or ruby, and to think he had almost discarded her into a pile of useless rocks.
How foolish that would have been.
But her singing would never be at the same level of his beloved Christine. Elizabeth's was the voice of a genius, Christine's was the voice of an angel. She would call him her angel of music, but to Erik Christine was the angel. Everything right down to her name was angelic.
His Christine, Erik looked upon one of his walls were a curtain hung. He stared at it for a moment or two, unmoving before he took two quick strides and once again stood before it.
He reached up and gripped the silken fabric, a deep burgundy red, and pulled them aside to reveal a painting. She sat in the painting, looking mesmerising. Dressed in the same wedding gown that she had worn the last time he'd ever see her. Her hair was wild and unruly, falling about her head in perfect curls of rich chocolate brown, the light caught on those curls like halo to match her other angelic features.
Her eyes dark brown eyes were soft and held an expression of love and gentleness; it was the expression he always wished he could receive from her but never did. Her long dark eyelashes, her small nose and pale cream skin that the stars would cry after. But his favourite part was the part that cased him the most pain: her lips.
Her lips soft as velvet. Smooth and full in a way that would make the most beautiful mythological Greek goddess jealous. They were arched so perfectly so there was a hidden coy smile behind her lips, like she would burst into melodious laughter at any moment and he waited in earnest for that laughter, but it never came.
A perfect portrait, he painted her exactly the way he remembered her in his minds own eye.
Erik stared at the portrait for a while till his hand came up and traced the bottom lip. He could feel the small bumps and crevices of the paint and if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine they were actual lips.
His beautiful Christine.
He opened his eyes and stared at her face but somehow his eyes always came back to her lips. It reminded him of memories he wanted to keep buried. It was both the happiest day of his life and at the same time the most wretched.
It was the day she kissed him, and also the day she left him forever. Erik sometimes felt so angry with himself; he would sit and ask himself why? Why did he let her go?
She was there; she was going to be his, why did he let her go with that imbecile?
Because...because she didn't chose him. Not truly.
She kissed his as a desperate act to save another. Contrary to what her fool though, Erik truly loved her. Yes, like any man he lusted after her body, but he also craved her love and devotion. He would have owned her body and mind, but not her heart and her soul. And Erik wanted it all.
He thought about Elizabeth, how she had given up on her love because she wanted him to be happy, Erik did the same. Only he did it with selfish reasons. He wanted her to love him, he wanted her to want him and knew he could live with the idea that for the rest of their lives, she would look at him and secretly be thinking of how much she hated him. How ugly he was to her.
Erik couldn't bare it.
So he let her go, with only a prettied up memory that he used to chase away the sad ones. He still loved Christine, and would always love her. Her voice had been the first to move him, so beautiful.
Perhaps that was why Elizabeth had interested him so much. Because after Christine, music seemed almost dead, the singers were good but there was nothing to them. Elizabeth had been the one to bring the music back to life; she gave him a reason to exist, to see her on stage fulfilling their dreams.
She would be surprised when she heard what he had planned for her; she probably thought he would just let her off after she had learned enough.
Oh no, that may have been his intention at first, but not now.
Her talent was too precious to be let go, the be kept hidden like some pretty gown. She had the ability to put real emotion into her singing, a talent not even Christine had, a talent only he himself had. She was rare and a treasure, Erik was so surprised that she had not known about it yet. But sometimes to took a true master to bring out a person's potential, and Elizabeth had potential.
Erik turned from the painting, allowing the curtain to fall in smooth rippled like water from a creak till it covered the beauty it was meant to hide. His main concern was Elizabeth now, continuing her lessons, he wanted her to become braver and to do that he wanted to go back to basics.
Erik smirked inwardly as a thought came to mind. Last night he had overheard the mistress telling the chorus girls that she wanted them to go back to basics also, they all groaned and two of them threw a tantrum. Erik thought them idiots.
Before trying something new it was always good to begin at basics, Erik could count all the times he began with basic with Elizabeth. Bit she had not once questioned him or argued against him, smart girl that she was. He knew that she didn't like them, but she never said so. And because of this obedience she improved vastly. Elizabeth was better than all of them, in every way. She was the perfect student for him and the only one that would do. The only one good enough to take Christine's place.
Elizabeth sipped her tea with a sombre mood. She was at Penelope Catherintons drawing room with some of their society friends and her sister's, having afternoon tea. Elizabeth had told her master beforehand that it was something she couldn't get out of and so they had postponed lessons. He told her she could have the week to herself to rest her voice before they would return to basics once again.
Honestly Elizabeth was a little annoyed, they had returned to basics so many times she felt as if she knew how to do them better than she knew how to breathe or to blink. But he must have had a reason for constantly returning to them so Elizabeth kept quiet and did as she was told.
After all, it was he who was the Master, not her.
She sipped again on her tea as the other girl's burst out in giggles at something apparently amusing that Amanda Hiswill said. Elizabeth smiled to be polite, but really she didn't want to be here. Dash her aching throat, Elizabeth wanted to sing.
"Elizabeth dear, you've been quiet" Victoria Pebblesworth said from beside her "you haven't said a word"
Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak but someone beat her to it.
"Oh please don't mind Elizabeth ladies, she probably had too much going on in her mind to say anything."
Elizabeth fought not to glare at the speaker. Aquaria Clearwater, her hated nemesis.
Aquaria had baby blue eyes, blond hair that fell in perfect ringlets, a figure that woman starved over and a vicious personality. And she loved putting it to use by humiliating Elizabeth as every chance. She especially loved belittling Elizabeth because of her love for learning, in this day and age among the ton, it really wasn't becoming for a woman to be so smart.
Elizabeth hated Aquaria.
Aquaria blinked her baby blue eyes in mock innocence as Elizabeth bit her tongue and counted to eleven "Actually Aquaria, I was..."
"Nevertheless, it must be so tiring to think more than us lesser beings, but on the bright side you may get your wish, while all of us are happily married you can spend your days among your books, as your only companions." She interrupted Elizabeth.
Elizabeth looked down, but Aquaria wasn't finished
"Oh, I forgot, you will be taking over your father's business, am I correct" she sounded so innocent, like she was talking about one's favourite book rather than about a living person. "It must be so hard having a parent who seems to forget your gender, perhaps if you were born as a son instead you would not have as many problems, wouldn't you say Elizabeth"
"I wouldn't know Aquaria" Elizabeth answered.
"Of course, silly me" Aquaria fluttered her fan "after all, you already act so masculine, how can anyone tell the difference."
She and her friends broke out on unkind titters while those who didn't laugh stayed silent, no one dared defy Aquaria. Elizabeth did not blame them; she dared not stand up for herself lest she make a fool of herself. But she wished she could, oh how she wished.
Aquaria finished laughing and turned to Verity who was glaring at her subtly. Verity was the kind of girl to voice her opinion; however, mother had expressly forbid her from making a scene, so she had no choice.
"Verity darling, I heard you will be performing at the Malory's ball soon?"
"Yes I will" Verity answered though her teeth. Aquaria pretended not to notice.
"Oh it's simply delightful how everyone in your family is so musically gifted, well with the exception of Elizabeth dear. No offence"
Sly woman, she obviously meant offence. Everyone knew that the fact that Elizabeth wasn't musically gifted was a touchy subject for her so no one ventured upon it. No one but Aquaria.
"None taken" Elizabeth said with her forced smile as she drank some more Raspberry tea.
However Aquaria was wrong, Elizabeth was musically gifted, she could do something no one else in her family could do and that was sing. Even if no one knew it Elizabeth viewed it as a personal accomplishment. A reason to be proud of herself.
Her master did this for her and he seemed to think she had something to her so why become on edge over the comment of someone like Aquaria and disregard the comments of someone like her master?
No reason whatsoever.
Elizabeth drank her tea.
NEW CHAPTER, ARENT I NICE
THE REASON FOR ALL THE QUICK CHAPTER IS BECAUSE I MAY START TAKING LOBGER TO UPDATE AGAIN FOR A WHILE BECAUS I HAVE A LOT OF ART COURSEWORK TO FINISH AND ONLY A FEW WEEKS LEFT TO DO TI BEFORE MY FINAL EXAM
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