Heloo, sorry guys that I missed last weeks update, I feel terrible, I have been having so much drama its not even funny, like I have no idea why I bother with certain people sometimes. ANYWAYS side note I am thinking of starting a teen wolf fan fic coz I LOVE that show so much! but i wanna finish this one first. Now this is what happens after Katia is late. A filler chapter but it leads into the next chapter which is the IlMuto scene!
Chapter 7: Rest Assured
I catch his death stare as he beckons me to the boat. It's an understatement to say that he is not happy.
"I apologize, I am late," I stammer as I step onto the boat, careful not to bump into him or lose my balance.
"You continue to try my patience, Katia. Does your work mean nothing to you?" He spits condescendingly as the boat begins to drift. I can hear his voice, his anger seeping through. Why did I have to make myself late? I know that it was because of Henry and me, our conversation. I shan't tell the phantom though, that would make him even more furious!
As we step off the boat and to the lair, I rush off first heading toward the piano. I sit obediently, in the hopes that he would not be as mad. The eerie silence fails to comfort me as I await his instruction.
"So, Miss Katia, did you have fun with you horse friend?" O.G. smirks, clutching a pile of music sheets in one hand and an ink pot in the other.
He knows about Henry! Damn, that is the one thing I had hoped to have kept a secret from him. But whom was I kidding?! He was the Opera Ghost! He could be anywhere and nowhere! I was stupid enough to think that he would not find out!
"You know Henry?" I gulp, eyes wide. His murderous expression is more than enough to start my heart racing. The Phantom is known for being a murderer and for taking out anyone who defied him or got in his way. What if he hurt Henry? What if he killed him because of me? What if he would kill me? He already was going to before! I cannot keep my composure and I feel like I'm suffocating. No, really, I cannot breathe!
The Phantom's grin dissipates as he watches me struggle to breathe, my hand on my chest. He kneels in front of me.
"Katia?! What's wrong?" He shouts, but I cannot hear him, everything is spinning, I clutch the piano.
"C-can't b-br-ea-the," I manage, I fall off the piano stool, expecting to land on the hard concrete but alas, the Phantom catches me in time for my face to not hit the ground.
"Katia, you are ok, breathe! Breathe my dear," he says soothingly into my ear, hair pulling behind of my face.
Gradually, I begin to breathe normally again and I forget that I am in the phantoms arms and he forgets he's holding me. He places me so that I sit on the ground, my head against his chest. My only thought is that I want to sleep, this day has been full of stress, between rehearsals and the phantoms rehearsals, it was all too much.
"I am sorry, I do not know what came over me!" I say breathlessly, still against him, my eyes closed. I hear his heart beating frantically, his breathing uneven.
"No, forgive me. If I have pushed you so, then you shall rest until you are well again. Katia?" O.G. says calmly, realizing that she has not answered. Turning her over, he takes a look at her: she has fallen asleep on him.
He was shocked to say the least! No one had ever felt comfortable enough around him to even say hello never mind sleep on him. He was not sure what to do with her now, she was unfit to practice, and she had to recover.
Without a second thought, he stands up, careful not to drop Katia, scooping her up in his arms and once again places her on the swan bed. He fixes her so that she is comfortable.
"Katia," he says to himself, sweeping her hair from her face. He realizes that he had never gotten a proper look at her face, what she looked like.
Her eyes were brown, well hazel he had noticed when she had spoken to him, her hair a curly, brunette. Olive skin, perfect small features. Her frame was slim, but curvy from the dreadful corsets that woman have to wear. He hovered over her dress, taking in the colour and how it suited her skin tone. She was practically flawless, except of course, she wasn't Christine...
OK, so to make the story shove on, I know what the ending is gonna be, and the story but I will only write what I think is important, and of course cover the important parts of POTO so it matches the story line. Sorry that this is so short but I want to pace it out so the story isnt over too quickly and I write badly just to get it finished if that makes sense. Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter and I am not updating every Tuesday, I am just updating whenever. But I will make sure it is at least once a week this time. thank you for the follows and everything!