As weeks turned into months, the love between Erik and Eleana never once died, it only grew stronger and stronger each and every day.
Erik continued his singing lessons with Eleana, whose singing had progressed so much since they were reunitited. The Opera House was weeks from being completled, everything was going so well.
All of Erik's troubles seemed to have been put away, burried into a hatchet. He never thought he could be loved so much by one person. He had not done anything to deserve such a loving and gracious women like Eleana. But he knew deep down, they were meant to be live together. Christine and Erik were just two different jig-saw pieces who just couldn't be matched together, no matter how hard he tried. But Eleana and Erik, they were a perfect match that just wasn't that clear due to both of their trajic pasts.
Eleana moved into Erik's lair, no longer seeing the point of being seperated for even one minute of the day. Erik treated Eleana with the utmost respect and tried to make his home as comfortable to her as possible.
Eleana woke up early one morning in her room Erik had provided so kindly for her. Eleana never knew that there was an additional room in his lair, but Erik ammitted to her that he had the room built for Christine long ago.
She got dressed quietly, trying to not make much noise just in case Erik was not awake. She put on a red and black dress, grabbed her handbag and her dance shoes. She silently cracked open her door just enough to see that Erik had not awoken. She sighed with relief, and tip toed her way out of the lair.
Eleana made her way across the streets in Paris going to store to store looking for jobs that were asking for extra help. Eleana didn't want to waste all of Erik's money on herself even though he always reassured her that she had no idea how rich he was. A lot of stores were closing down, or others just didn't have enough money to hire someone. Just as Eleana was about to give up she saw a sign that caught her eye.
HELP WANTED!
Can Can Dancer
Dance & Singing Experience Nessecary
See Harold Zidler if Interested
Slowly Eleana looked up to see what the name of the building was called.
The Moulin Rouge.
Didn't Erik say for her to stay clear of the Moulin Rouge and the dancers? He had told her that they sold their bodies to men to get money. But surly she wouldn't have to do that, she would just dance and sing.
Eleana took one look back to make sure Erik had not followed her here, and opened the doors to the Moulin Rouge.
Erik woke up to find Eleana not in his room nor hers. He figred maybe she went to admire the work he had completed with the Opera House. He crossed the lake with his boat and walked around the Opera calling Eleana's name aloud.
"Eleana! Eleana?"
She obviously was not in the building. But then her heard the Opera House doors open. He ran to the quickest hiding place he could find. A light pair of footsteps coming his way. He peeked and saw it was only Eleana.
Her green eyes seemed to pierce through him each and every time he looked at them. Eleana had always taken Erik's breath away, she looked prettier and prettier each day.
"I thought I heard you calling my name. You ought to be more careful, I could here you just outside."
But Erik did not care who heard him, he just wanted to make sure Eleana had not left him, but felt gulity of the thought that she ever would.
"Where were you?"
"Oh- I- I was jst getting some fr- freash air thats all, it's quite a lovely day don't you think? The Opera House is coming along great, it shouldn't be too long until it's finished and up a-"
Erik had cut her off short. He knew her enough by now to know when she was not telling her the truth. For one she was talking down at her feet the whole time and second she was blabbering on trying to change the subject.
"Eleana, please where were you?"
Erik did not sound angry, only disapointed. He walked up to her to hold her hand, but she let go of his grasped turning away from him.
"I told you, I was getting some freash air."
"Don't lie to me!" Erik's temper was rising but he turned around trying to maintain calm. "Eleana you don't have to keep secrets from me."
Eleana then walked away from Erik going into her room and shutting the door.
Was she mad? Erik did not know. But what he did know was that she was hiding something from him. Was it for his good? Or was it for her pleasure?
Erik's thoughts were driving him mad. Was she seeing another man? Was she trying to escape from Erik? Was he making her unhappy?
After several hours, Eleana did not once come out of her room. Erik could not bear her absence any longer and began to feel guilty for questioning her when she was only telling the truth.
Erik walked up to Eleana's door and knocked lightly just incase she was sleeping.
"Eleana dear, please come out, I did not mean to upset you."
He did not get a reply. He gave up, if she didn't want to see him she could not force her too. Erik walked up to his misty lake and squated down, starring at his reflection while he began to sing a new song he composed for Eleana during the hours of waiting for her to come out of her room.
"No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears"
Erik splashed away his reflection not wanting to see it any longer
"Shamed into solitude
Shunned by the multitud
I learned to listen
In the dark, my heart heard music
I long to teach the world
Rise up and reach the world"
He got up and began to walk around his lair, looking at the sketches he had drawn of Eleana over the past few weeks.
"No one would listen
I alone could hear the music
Then at last
A voice in the gloom
Seemed to cry 'I hear you'
'I hear your fears, Your torment and your tears'."
He than made his way up to his desk, and picked up a red rose with a black ribbon around it, sitting down and inhaling it's sent
She saw my loneliness
Shared in my emptiness
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears..."
Erik placed the rose down and put his face in his hands trying to think of what he could do to make Eleana talked to him again.
He felt a warm hand upon his shoulder. He looked up knowing who it was, hopping she had forgiven him.
She had an apologetic look on her face, and without saying anything she kissed Erik. It was not a normal kiss, it was a powerful kiss much like their first. As much as Erik wanted to continue on, he pulled away from her to apologize.
"Eleana, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you."
But Eleana didn't seem to even want an apology. She was still shocked from the song he had made for her.
"I love you." She told him, giving him yet another kiss.