Alright guys, I love all the reviews I'm getting. But I decided to answer some questions before I start this chapter. Okay, well the only reason Erik wasn't really serious the last chapter was because he has always been soft, extremely soft for Christine ever since they were children, he can't really ever stay angry with her, unless it was like the time in the memories or flashbacks. He actually had a reason to become bitter, but after that he came out of it. But, if you want a more serious Erik, well, don't worry it shall happen. ;) And what is Erik hiding? Well... I can't say sorry! But the mystery shall be solved soon! But, it won't be in this chapter! Sorry guys! But... A secret will be unveiled...
Christine sighed as she sank into the pillows of Erik's bed. His bedroom was pretty much a dark satiny red, edged with black. His bed was made up of sexy red silk blankets, sheets, and pillow cases. She buried her face into Erik's pillow and inhaled, it smelled just like him. Musky, warm, and slightly that of mint. Everything has been awkward for her... She has these different feelings every time she gets around him. She gets really nervous and fidgety, her palms sweat, and she flushes a lot around him. 'Could it be?' She thought as she hugged the pillow to her chest as she rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.
She doubted herself, but there was that one part of her who knew that it really could be true. "Oh God..." She mumbled as she stared out the window and watched the snow swirling around outside their safe little home. 'I wish Erik was in here with me... I'm kind of cold...' She thought as she hugged the pillow for more warmth. She was dressed in one of Erik's shirts for something to wear to bed, and since it was so big on her the shirt fell all the way down to her knees. But she was still cold.
Shivering, she quickly got under the covers and pulled the quilts on top of her as well. 'God... Why am I so cold?!' She thought as she curled up into a ball. 'Erik... I swear, if you never turn the heat on I'm going to kill you in the morning if I survive the night!' She thought irritably. Then, she rolled over and felt her body start to warm up slightly.
Erik on the other hand doing alright... If you think that sleeping on a couch that was way to small for a grown man as tall as he was and it was freezing cold on top of that, is alright. 'I kind of regret saying that she could have the bed...' He thought as he shivered violently and pulled the blankets tighter around him. 'I thought I turned the heat on!' His thoughts were getting a bit messed up because of this freezing temperature.
But that didn't stop him from thinking of Christine, or going to his bedroom and asking to share the bed... 'No!' He thought as he gritted his teeth. He had to stay calm, he couldn't lose his trust in her, and he seriously couldn't afford to lose her. So tossing and turning and rolling around on the couch seriously didn't end well for him. He fell on the floor twice, and then he was too cold to get back up on the couch, so he just curled up into a ball on the ground.
It felt degrading, even for him, to be on the ground. But he couldn't help it. 'Dear God... I haven't felt this cold since I was kicked out of my house and was forced to sleep on a park bench when I was seventeen.' He thought as he clenched his teeth together, trying to keep them from chattering. "Christine... Christine..." He murmured again and again, until he sleep overtook him.
"Pitiful creature of darkness... What kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone!" Christine sang, she sang as if her life depended on it. Erik's feelings welled up in his chest, passion, fury, love, and jealousy. He watched as she walked through what looked to be water, her white dress flowing all around her. She looked absolutely breath taking, before long she was in front of him. She closed her eyes and he felt her lips press against his. He could feel the blood roaring in his ears as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss.
Then as quickly as it had begun, it ended. She pulled away, tear filled eyes watching as he wept. "Take her, forget me, forget all of this. Leave me alone... Forget all you've seen! Go now, don't let them find you! Take the boat. Swear to me, never to tell! The secret you know of the Angel in Hell. Go now! Go now! And leave me!" He screamed, rage and agony seemed to seep from his very soul! He ran to where he may find some comfort... Too late to turn back... He collapsed in front of his Musical Monkey Box, where it started to play a sad tune.
"Masquerade, paper faces on parade. Masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you..." His voice rang out... Broken, lost. He always believed in those words. Ever since he came to the Opera House he believed that if he did hide his face, bury himself into the depths of this dark cavern, in hopes of forgetting everything, including his horrible past. He wanted to be numbed of this eternal pain. But all was in vain, it wasn't until he heard a slight shuffling behind him when he pulled himself out of his miserable reverie.
There she stood, her chocolate spiral curls slightly damp from water, the hem of that glorious white dress that he took such care to make was completely soaked. Even in this socked state, he would always find her beautiful. "Christine, I love... You." The words came out, from his heart and soul. Even though he had never known what it was like to be loved, he knew what it was like to love someone. She looked so sad... Her eyes seemed to have lost their happiness, that glow. What had he done?! How could he make her so unhappy?! She hesitantly walked over to him, took his hand, dropped that gold band that he hoped and prayed that she would always wear into the palm of his hand. Then she folded his fingers over it and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his hand.
Nothing more could break his heart more than this. The love of his life was leaving him! And he couldn't stop it. It didn't matter anymore though, life was already gone without her. He would live, but his soul would be dead, gone forever, just like she turned and she was gone... Her voice echoing throughout this dark Hell that had imprisoned him. He reveled in her voice, but then his heart shriveled when he heard her lover. He was always meant to be alone... "You alone, can make my song take flight. It's over now, the music of the night!" He bellowed, wanting so desperately to dive into the lake and swim after her. But he couldn't, he wouldn't ruin her happiness. This was for the better.
Even though it was so hard, he turned away and sat down on his throne and covered himself. He didn't want to live anymore, but he wouldn't let the mob take him. He could do it himself. Then he tumbled into darkness before landing on the hay that cushioned his fall... He laid there, quietly weeping for his lost love...
Erik woke with a start, it was that dream again! He had been having these dreams for a while now. But he couldn't decipher the message that seemed to to encoded within them. All he knew that Raoul was there, and Christine was there. Wiping the cold tears that he had wept in his sleep from his face he sat up, not sure whether to start the day now, or to try to sleep. He went with the first choice. Getting up and glancing at the time, which was 5:30 A. M. He walked into the kitchen and started to cook himself something to eat. His mind still jumbled from that mysterious dream...
Okay guys! What did you think of that?! And, sorry if the dream was a bit dramatic! I had to be theatrical, because of course, you can probably guess where it came from. *Wink, wink* Well, thanks for viewing! And reviews equal love for me and my stories! :)