Back guys! Hahaha, and in case my reply to Angel's Wings didn't show up, well here is a message to you! I read your very lovely review, and don't worry, it didn't bother me at all! Erik is amazing! And don't you worry about drama. Cause there is gonna be a lot of it soon. Trust me. ;) And I can't wait until you get an account soon because I would love to talk to you some more! And of course read your stories! :D Anyways, enough of me talking, on with the show!
Erik waited until their movie had finished before he decided to move, gathering the one thing that kept him alive all this time up into his arms he carried his Little Angel into his bedroom. Laying her down onto the beds red satin sheets, which contrasted to her ivory skin, he went to one of his drawers and opened one of them to pull out a thick red satin feather blanket. 'If this doesn't warm her up, I don't know what will.' He thought as he gently pulled the blanket over her and tucked her in. 'I could...' A little voice echoing his first thought. Shaking his head, he tried to escape the images that his deepest and darkest fantasies had created. 'You pervert!' He chided himself harshly. He wouldn't dare touch nor harm this beautiful young woman that laid before him.
He promised himself that he would not let any harm come to her, even if it was from himself. Sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her sleeping form he gently smoothed her frivolous curls back from her forehead, only for the stubborn curls to spring back into place. He sighed, wishing that she knew what he actually thought of her, what he actually felt for her. All those times during their lessons when she would always ask how she did, he would always nod and say that she was making fine progress, but could work harder at it, very few times he would praise her. To see the disappointment that she felt in herself reflect deeply in her soft brown eyes hurt him deeply.
'Oh, if only you knew how many times that I want to praise you. How many times I think that you have done flawlessly, but you are my student, and I must criticize you because I am your Maestro.' He thought as he let his hand come back to his side slowly as he watched her sleep, it just fascinated him. His heart ached, but there couldn't be anything more to help him. Getting up, he stood over her sleeping face before he bent down so that his face was right next to hers, "Goodnight my Angel... My Christine that I adore." He whispered into her ear before planting a gentle kiss onto her rosy cheek. He stood up slowly, his eyes fixated on her face, which in her sleep a small smile formed on her lips.
With that, he turned and left the room quietly closing the door behind him. 'Well, I guess it's time to go to sleep.' He thought as he walked back over to the couch that would be his bed again for a second night. As he propped the pillows up on one end side of the couch, he casually laid down while pulling one of his spare blankets over him. With all the lights out, the room was pitch black, the darkness seemed infinite. Erik stared up into the darkness as he let his thoughts run wild for what seemed an eternity before slipping into oblivion.
"Christine... Oh my Christine... How could you do this to me? I loved you!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as he lay on the cold ground of the graveyard. "I thought... I thought that you felt the same way... How could I be so weak?! How could I be lead so far astray?!" He bellowed as he pounded the ground. Oh how he hurt. It felt like an ice cold dagger was stabbing him repeatedly. Sobbing he tried to control himself, but he just couldn't. She was the only thing that made him feel human, that made him feel sane. "Why?! Why... Why... Why..." He trailed off as his tears choked him.
With shaking fingers he touched his cold frozen lips, squeezing his eyes closed as he tried to remember the feeling of her lips against his. How warm and soft they were. Trying to steady his breathing he collapsed onto the icy ground, weeping pitifully. He knew it too, but he didn't care now what would happen to him. "Let me die... Let me die... Why won't I die tonight?!" He moaned as he opened his eyes slightly, before rolling over onto his back to stare up at the clear night sky. Oh how it angered him the way the stars shine, as if to mock him. "If there really is a God up there, then let me die! If you really are there have mercy on my soul and end my suffering!" He screamed.
Knowing that it was pointless it made his fury worse because he knew that God was never there for him in the past, why would he be here now? Gripping the frozen ground he looked up to the sky once more, "I hate you! I hate you! This is all your fault! Your the one who gave me lift, your the one who did this to me! Why?! Why?!" He screamed, rendering his throat raw. Turning over onto his stomach he laid still and silent for a moment.
"I have no one else to blame but myself..." He mumbled, and as he heard him say the horrible ugly truth. He knew that it was true, all of this was his own doing. "I must end this monster. He musn't live any longer." He whispered to himself as he grabbed his dagger that he carried with him for his own protection. Aiming the tip of it directly above his heart, he stood up and looked up to the sky again. "If there really is a God up there... I'm sorry... And I only wish that you will have mercy on this poor and wretched soul..." He said gravely, only to see the stars twinkle in reply.
As a cold tear rolled down his cheek he closed his eyes, "May this horrible ugly beast be put to rest. Once and for all." He whispered to himself before plunging the dagger all the way to it's hilt into his chest. As he felt himself fall onto the cold ground, his last fleeting thought was, "My Christine... I am deeply sorry for this... I love you..."
Erik woke up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. Did he just witness a man that could be him kill himself in this dream? 'What was that?' He thought as he ran his hand over his chest, over the area right over his heart where he had a birthmark. It looked just like the gaping wound the man had in his dream, but without the dagger buried into his chest. He sucked in his breath, 'No way...' he thought as he jumped off of the couch and walked swiftly to his bedroom. He was opened the door only to see Christine standing there, looking rather shaken. "Erik!" She exclaimed as he stopped dead in his tracks. "What is it?" He asked steadying his breathing.
She looked at him closely, "You look frightened... Did something happen?" She asked. Erik then smirked, "I should ask you the same thing. Because, well, you look pretty shaken yourself." He flashed back. She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at him with her unruly and rather unbrushed hair flowing around her, the sight nearly took his breath away.
"Let's just say I had a really weird dream... What about you?" She said rather seriously. It made his heart thump, 'Did she have the same dream that I had?' He thought before replying, "Yeah, I had a pretty weird dream myself actually." She cocked her head at him, "What was it about?" She asked. Even though he wanted to talk about it, he decided against it. "Let's go to the kitchen and have some breakfast... And then we'll talk." He said rather nonchalantly.
Letting out a frustrated growl Christine bit her lip and lazily followed her childhood friend to his rather nice and expensive kitchen.
So guys... I'm sorry if this isn't a very good chapter. But tell me what you think please! Reviews are really good feedback to tell me how this story is going. And there should be another chapter up soon! I promise! Thanks! ~ Lyricalmiracle134