Erik had woken up as early as his body would allow him. His dream last night left him wanting to see Eleana's face again and made him want to tell her he loved her. He waited patiently for Eleana to awake by working on the Opera House.
The Opera House could be completed in two weeks easily. Erik just needed to finish the windows, the outdoor exterior, and the chandelier. Erik was working on a stain glass window for Eleana, which he planned to surprise her with once he finished it.
Erik checked his pocket watch seeing that it was ten till eleven in the morning. Erik wondered why Eleana was sleeping in so late, it wasn't usual for her at all. He walked around is lair, dusting things here and there, until he decided to play his pipe organ and maybe sing a few songs to pass time.
Just as Erik placed his index finger on a key from his pipe organ, Eleana's door creaked open. He got up from his pipe organ bench and walked over to Eleana.
"Good Morning." she said still not fully awake.
"Good Afternoon is more like it." Erik laughed.
"Afternoon? My lord how long did I sleep in?"
Eleana's question was more to herself than anything. Erik did not care though, that she was asleep for so long, he only cared that she was awake now.
"That doesn't matter. What matters is that your awake now and that I can do this."
Erik placed his finger under Eleana's chin, making her eyes reach contact with his. He then kissed her and inhaled her scent. His dream last night reminded him how thankful he was to have Eleana in his life and how much she truly meant to him.
Eleana said nothing in return but gave him her heartwarming smile which was exactly what Erik had hoped for.
But Erik couldn't help but notice how tired she looked. He wondered if she got any sleep last night.
"Eleana, you look awfully tired. Is everything alright?"
She yawned before answering.
"Yes, I just had some trouble sleeping, that's all."
"My dear you could of woken me up, I would of sang you to sleep."
Eleana once again gave Erik a smile in return.
"I didn't want to bother you. You have already done so much for me."
Erik laughed at the irony. He felt lately as if he wasn't doing enough to please her. But then Eleana gave a not so pleasant cough. Was she getting sick?
"So what were you doing before I woke up?"
He had almost forgotten what he did, when Eleana was in his presence, nothing else mattered in the world but her.
"I was just about to play a piece of my music."
She walked up to Erik wrapping her arms around him.
"Sing a song for me Erik."
Erik loved nothing more than singing to Eleana. It made everything in his life feel right. As if it were only them in the world and he was just a normal man.
He grabbed her hand, and walked her over to his bed, hoping that if he sang to her maybe she would get some sleep. He cradled her in his arms and softly began to sing a song Erik had composed several years ago.
"Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses ...
"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...
"Close your eyes and surrender to your
darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life
you knew before
Close your eyes,
let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live
as you've never lived before ...
"Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you ...
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night ...
"Let your mind start a journey
through a strange new world
Leave all thoughts
of the world you knew before
Let your soul take you where you
long to be!
Only then can you belong to me ...
"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me savor each sensation
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night ...
"You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night . . ."
Erik looked down to see his plan had worked. Eleana was in deep sleep.
Eleana woke up in the arms of Erik. Did she really fall asleep? She lifted her head to find Erik asleep as well. Was it night already?
She had stayed up till well passed four in the morning last night. She had no energy left inside her body when she returned to Erik's lair and she could not help but fall asleep.
She checked her watch to see it was thirty minutes till eleven. She was supposed to be at the Moulin Rouge by eleven fifteen. But even after having a full days rest, Eleana still felt drained, sick almost. She, as carefully as possible, got out of Erik's arms and walked into her bathroom.
She looked a herself in her mirror. She looked awfully flushed and not herself. Eleana coughed a few times tasting an nasty sort of rusty taste in her mouth. Was it blood? She couldn't tell. Eleana figured she was just getting a common cold and was imagining the taste.
Eleana walked back over to Erik and cuddled up next to him. Missing one day of the Moulin Rouge couldn't hurt? If they asked she would just say she was sick, surly they would understand.
Within seconds, Eleana fell back into a dreamless sleep.