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Chapter 7: Happiness

By PittsBurghFuzz

Erik and Arzu went to the basement area to enter his room. After they finally entered the room, Erik's hands touched Arzu's back, and it descended lower and lower. Arzu was closing her eyes, and took hold of Erik's hands. Arzu turned around and stared into Erik's blue eyes' with her green ones. They kissed passionately, and fell onto Erik's bed. The night was still young.

After a few hours, Arzu conked out. Erik went into his liquor cabinet and prepared something to drink for Arzu. She woke up to astonishment.

"Erik, you have..."

"Yes, I always find it necessary to bring a good French wine to a foreign country." Erik said as he looked at the label on the bottle. "Hm, 1831, I guess a good year." Erik poured the wine into his and Arzu's glasses. They toasted and sipped their wine.

"You weren't kidding when you said you bring good French wine." Arzu told Erik.

"I am a connoisseur of many thing my dear." Erik said as he sipped more of his wine. He smiled after the sip. Erik was usually not one to smile. However, good alcohol was one of his few weaknesses.

"Have you been composing lately?" Arzu asked Erik.

"As a matter of fact, yes I have. Would you care to listen to a portion of it?" Erik asked.

"I'd love to hear it Erik." Arzu told him.

Erik took hold of Arzu's hand and led her to the bench at the organ. Erik cracked his fingers, and started to play. This piece was more magnificent than Don Juan Triumphant! It had an enticing, yet horrific quality and tone to it. Arzu was acting as if she was sexually aroused. Erik did not notice. He was too busy catering to his "child's" needs. Erik stopped and rose from the organ, revealing his great height.

"That is all I dare to show you Arzu." Erik told her. "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep if you don't mind Arzu."

"Of course Erik." Arzu told hi. She gave Erik a kiss on the cheek, blushed, and left Erik's room. Erik looked at the door and sighed. Erik wen to his bed and pondered numerous thoughts: Did this event just happen? Does Arzu love me? Do I love her? So many questions in so little time. Erik dozed off in his, bed, dreaming, well dreams.

Erik found himself in his old lair again, and saw that nothing had changed. He checked to see of anything was out of place. Everything was there, except for the dress he made for Christine. He heard a noise in his bedroom. It sounded like a girl. Erik opened the curtain, and was in for a shock. Christine was in the dress, looking at the mirror before turning to Erik.

"Erik? You know its bad luck to see your own bride before the wedding!" Christine told him.

"Christine? How is this possible? I thought you rejected me? Denied me? Abandoned me?" Erik asked Christine.

"Erik are you feeling alright?"

"What happened to you and the vicomte?"

"Erik, did you just forget the year we spent together? Raoul was killed in the train accident. You know, and then I went the cemetery to only find you there."

Erik decided to go along with it or to the best of his ability. "Uh, oh yes. I apologize my dear." Erik said as he bowed to Christine. Erik told Christine he would meet her at the wedding. It was to take place at the Notre Dame Cathedral. Erik arrived at the enormous structure at 10:30 AM. He was well dressed, as usual, and awaited his bride. There was no one there but Erik and the priest. When the doors opened, Madame Giry and Meg appeared instantaneously, and Christine was holding the arm of a man. The man was good looking, around his forties, and took Christine down the aisle. It was her father. Erik and Christine could not help but stare at each other and when they finally kissed, it felt like an eternity had passed. As Madame Giry, Meg and Christine were talking amongst each other, Erik felt a hand placed on his shoulder, it was Christine's father.

"Erik, I just want to let you know how happy I am that Christine is married the right person." Christine's father told Erik.

"Thank you sir, it is an honor to meet you." Erik replied.

Monsieur Daae smiled, and walked out of the cathedral into the mist.

"Thank you, Angel of Music." Monsieur Daae said to Erik.

Christine and Erik went down to the lair to have some alone time. Christine got into some comfortable clothing, and approached Erik. They kissed passionately, and moved to Erik's bed to continue what they were doing. They stopped for a brief moment to look into each others eyes. Erik held onto Christine's petite hands with his large ones. Erik felt Christine's hips with his hands, as Christine was feeling Erik's body. It got to a point where Erik and Christine truly felt that their souls where intertwined. Erik closed the curtain of the room, just for comfort purposes, and continued to make out with Christine. The, the worst possible thing happened: Erik woke up.

Erik had slept for eight hours, a personal best for him, and cried long after. Arzu did not hear Erik cry to himself, so he was able to straighten himself out. Arzu came down about an hour later and saw Erik sulking.

"Erik, are you alright?" Arzu asked.

"No." Erik replied. "I think its best if I go home."

"May I come with you Erik?" Arzu asked.

Erik truly wanted to be alone, but he did not want to disappoint Arzu.

"Alright then. We will get train tickets soon then." Arzu hugged Erik.

Meanwhile, on the streets of Paris, a kidnapping occurred. La Carlotta was kidnapped by two hooded men, and disappeared into the night. As this was happening, Christine was home knitting mittens. Christine had nothing better to do, so she decided to knit. Raoul came through the door, tired with rings under his eyes. He did not even say hello to his fiance.

"Good evening Raoul." Christine told him.

Raoul turned around and gave her a glare, and went to his room. Raoul shut the door loudly, and never came out that evening. Christine continued to knit mittens.