Thanks for the suggestions its okay if u couldnt think of anything... i just want to know what u as the readers would like.
But I have some idea of what I'm going to do for further chapters, so thats a start. and I AM SO SORRY to keep ya'll waiting for this long! this week has been INSANE!!!
Hope this is worth the wait...
Thousands of white candles, dripping low on iron stands, cast an enchanting light over the entire space. Elaborate props and richly colored fabrics were everywhere I looked and I noticed defined alcoves and rooms. I simply stared in awe at this unbelievably sight before me. It was his grotto, though it appeared like a completely different place entirely.
Erik cleared his throat. "Do you like it, Christine?" His voice sounded nervous, of all things.
I ran into his arms, wrapping my arms around him. "Erik, it's incredible! Everything you do is incredible!" I kissed him fiercely, deliriously.
He kissed me back with incredulous delight. Many silent, blissful minutes passed. Then we pulled away, gasping for breath. Somehow his mask had come off and the top buttons of his dress shirt were undone. I could only picture how I must look.
"Christine..." Erik whispered my name as he stroked my face, my hair. "I love you so, my darling. I love you more than you could possibly know, my angel, ma cherie."
I buried my head in his chest and sighed contently. "I love you, too."
After a few moments, Erik tilted my chin up to look into his gleaming emerald eyes. "Christine, you look so tired. Do you want to go back?"
"No!" I replied quickly. But then I indeliberately yawned, and Erik smiled knowingly.
"Follow me, you'll get lost if you try to make your way back on your own..."
"Erik, may I stay here with you?" There was a surprised silence at my blurted out words.
He looked at me disbelievingly. "You would want to stay down here?"
I returned his direct gaze. "You made it wonderful here, Erik, and besides, everywhere I go is better with you there."
His eyes softened, though his tone was still incredulous. "There's a spare bed in that room there-" He gestured towards an open doorway a few yards away "-if you wish."
I nodded. "But I'm not ready to retire just yet. Could you perhaps play a song for me? Please?"
He gave me an exasperated look but didn't seem all that opposed to the idea as he led the way to the magnificant organ. I sat on the bench beside him as he turned to the keys.
A complicated, yet undeniably elegant ballad greeted my ready ears. I breathed deeply, content, as the slow melody lulled my sleepy eyes to close. I leaned my head on his shoulder and my thoughts drifted.
The last thing I remember before sleep at last overcame me was the music halting and a pair of strong arms carrying me away.
- - -
I awoke in an impossibly soft and opulent swan-shaped bed, confused and disoriented. It took me a few moments to remember where I was. But then I heard gentle music coming from another room, and I recalled the previous night. I sighed and sat up, stretching, adjusting my thin gown. Slowly I stood and walked out of the ornate room into the vast area by the lakeside.
Erik sat at the organ, his nimble fingers carressing the wooden keys with ease. He was singing softly, almost to himself, trying out the lyrics he had composed to what appeared to be a beautiful lullaby.
"...The music will guide you
on a path only it can take you.
Face it, embrace it,
and it won't think to forsake you.
I only live to please you
Send me away, lest my song ease you
from your strife.
For you, my dear, are the angel in my life.
I was afraid of knowing love until I saw your face.
You alone could give me the strength to try.
So let go, my angel, allow your winged dreams to fly!
Then return, so we're together you and I.
Music desires you,
it speaks of sweet seduction.
Flowing onward
without interruption-"
"Merde!" Erik shouted, slamming his hands on the keys in frustration. He held his head in his hands, clutching his tousled hair in both fists. Cautiously I picked my way over to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"Christine," he murmured, sheepish, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I-"
"Erik, that was amazing."
He made a face. "It needs some serious work, it doesn't come even close to..." He broke off suddenly and looked up, anxious.
"What doesn't it come close to?"
He muttered something incoherent under his breath.
"Tell me, Erik. Please?" I pouted and widened my chocolate brown eyes.
He sighed and met my gaze. "Nothing I write is good enough for you, my angel," he whispered, glancing forlornly at the organ.
I kissed the top of his head. "Everything you do is beautiful, Erik. Especially your music. You have a beauty in you that is impossible not to see. It's one of the main reasons I love you so dearly."
Erik appeared stunned for a moment. Then he reached for me and pressed his lips to mine.
Another song! Sorry if u dont like it, but I love it when Erik composes (sigh) even though hes SO much better than i am obviously...
so review, and i will try to have another chappie out quickly- sorry for the delay!!!