Friend: SO what did Erik do to Elena?
Me: Well he himself did nothing but he did in a way... he´s complicated but yet you got to love him
Friend: Oh... I´ll just read this. Speaking of Erik where is he?
Me: He´s in my room ranting about how the only ´´Phantom´´ thing I have is my 25th anniversary DVD and the autograph I got from Ramin Karimloo in his Broadway to Bluegrass concert in California. I ´m not from a wealthy family and I got those things for my birthday and I told him I have pictures, music, drawings, handmade half masks and full masks, love both the musical and the movie, and believe that the viscount is a fop but he still ranting! I told him I was going to be him for halloween but he´s still mad!
Erik: *coming out of my room* I´m mad because you claim to love me but you don´t show it enough! Another thing I never heard you say that you love Erik!
Me: OH MY GOD ERIK! Was that all okay! I love you Erik. Want it louder? I LOVE YOU! Want me to spell it out for you? I L-o-v-e y-o-u. Want it backwards? You love I. Erik my love for you is the best kind! It´s obssesion at it´s best! my tumblr is filled with your stuff among other things but mostly your stuff! Most of my friends say shit about you and I defend you with my life! I may not show it enough but never doubt that I love you Erik.
Erik: *crying silently*Wow i feel so loved :,)
Me: Anyways I want to thank Stargazer1364 for being the first to comment on the story and for messaging me. Also I do not own Phantom of the opera the music or anything that you find familiar here. (forgot to say this in the other chapters) So now here´s the next chapter of this Story hope you like it and please review. *goes back with friend and Erik to the room to watch 25th anniversary of Phantom*
Erik's P.O.V
I knew that Elena would collapse, but I didn't expect her to finish the song. Guilt filled me once I saw innocent Elena unconscious. Why did I do this? Why did I choose to punish Elena like this? She didn't do anything wrong, but that boy did! He's the reason why my Elena is laying unconscious on the floor! My poor innocent, talented, brave, beautiful nightingale had nothing to do with this. Wait, my Elena?
I pondered at that thought. Elena was not a prize to be won, no Elena is much better than that. During her night lessons, I learned and saw Elena's true character. She is traditional Spanish woman, strong, loyal, caring, kind, and has a beautiful soul. Something in Elena's demeanor made me respect her and trust her unconditionally, and she always worries more about others than herself. You can almost say that she acts motherly around her co workers and me.
Flashbacks
Two weeks after our first lesson, Elena and I were in the middle of a lesson when I began to feel a little wheezy. Elena noticed and sat me down on the couch.
"Erik, you are not well," Elena said as she held her hand to my forehead, "oh my you have a fever! Lay down Erik."
"I don't think that's necessary Elena I'm fin-" I tried to answer.
"No, you're not and stop being so stubborn! I'll be right back and get you some soup."
A few minutes later she came back with soup and spoon fed me. I tried to get her to stop but stopped myself from doing so. She seated herself on the couch and placed my head in her lap. She then hummed a song and caressed my cheek and soon I drifted to sleep. She took extra good care of me that week.
Then one month ago Meg Giry came to Elena's room after her practice with me and cried about a young dancer whom Meg was fond of.
"He said I was ugly Elena! He said I wasn't worth his spit! Oh and when he said he would rather die than to court me my heart broke! Elena… I'm so ugly I will never be loved!" Meg sobbed.
"Oh Meg, there are plenty of men that would die to court you. Not to mention better looking men than that of Gabriel! Plus I heard that a certain part of him isn't what it seems. Oh Meg, I know heart break but you'll get over it! You are young and beautiful. You have more of a chance to find love than an old maid like me! Someday your prince will come Meg and you'll see the love in his eyes!"
"Are you sure?" Meg inquired.
"I'm certain as the sun will rise tomorrow and the day after and even when we are gone. Now come, we must get some sleep for tomorrow we have a heavy practice." Elena said.
There was also the time I was around the stage one week before Hannibal opened. Rehearsals were barely over but then I saw Elena running towards an elderly stage hand.
"Here let me help you with that," Elena said as she help an elderly stage hand pull up the scenery.
"Thank you Miss, but you didn't have to help me," the man answered.
"I didn't have to but I wanted to sir," Elena answered as she finished pulling it. I saw Elena's beautiful soul that day.
End of Flashbacks
I'd be lying to myself if I said I did not like the attention Elena bestowed upon me, her presence, her praise, her loyalty to me, or her concern for me. Heck, I'd be a liar if I said I never got furious with any one who had her attention.
I got to Elena's side and carried her to my room. I gently placed her in the swan bed and moved a strand of her hair off of her face. I cupped her cheek and examined her sleeping form. Her face seemed more relaxed and child like, her wavy dark brown hair formed her face nicely, her lips red and seemed sculptured to perfection. My eyes lingered down on Elena's body. Her body was in one word, WOW! Her body was not that of a typical French girl you see on the street, her body was that of what is considered normal for a Spanish woman. Elena's body was just a masterpiece. Elena was not thin nor plump, she was of normal weight. Elena's breasts are well formed and in my opinion fabulous! The red night gown she was wearing was making me envision her in ways her that made me scowl myself for even seeing Elena that way.
After a few hours Elena began to stir and she let out a moan, this unfortunately made me quite aroused. Elena opened her eyes and fluttered them for a bit. She is so adorable when she wakes up!
"Erik? What happened? The last thing I remember is singing a song for you and the next thing I knew darkness descended on me," she said as she sat up.
"You passed out due to the lack of air in your system… I'm sorry Elena for making you sing that song. I-I didn't mean for t-t-this to happen. Oh God! Elena, can you forgive me?" I sobbed out.
"Erik it was an accident. Besides, this proves to me I still need a lot more training to accomplish to sing that song. Although, next time you try to punish me Erik try throwing me in the lake or something," Elena joked as I chuckled lightly.
"Erik?"
"Yes?"
"Do you mind me staying here for the night? I'm awfully tired and I fear if I walk back I'll fall asleep in the stair case," Elena reasoned.
I was paralyzed in my spot. No woman ever wanted to stay here willingly. I didn't even have to use my hypnotic powers on her. I then narrowed it down that Elena was either a foolish or a special human being. I was fixated on the second option.
"No, I don't mind. Just let me get you some more blankets. It gets awfully chilly down here," I said as I went to the spare closet and grabbed a few blankets.
I then spread them upon the bed then moved towards Elena who was smiling sleepily at me. I was about to move away but then Elena grabbed my sleeve.
"Stay with me? Please?" Elena said. She wants me (ME!) to stay?
"As you wish," I changed behind my screen and came out with my night shirt on. I grabbed a chair and placed it near Elena's side. She looked at me with confusion, but then cleared her throat.
"Erik, I'd appreciate if you stopped making me feel guilty for taking your bed, and just sleep next to me," Elena commanded. I smiled at her then slowly made my way towards the other side of the bed. She smiled at me once I settled myself in. She then leaned near me and kissed my cheek. This moment would have been perfect had it not been for my mask. Elena then closed her eyes and snuggled her head on my chest. This action surprisingly felt nice and it seemed right. I knew that when morning comes, I would not bear to see her go. I wouldn't let her go. I inhaled her scent and I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head due to the pure pleasure I felt. I then wrapped my arms around Elena's waist tightly not wanting to let her move from that position. I smiled and then thought of waking every morning to Elena's beautiful face, the thought of her bare body pressed against mine, and even Elena bearing with my child.
Oh no!
Elena's P.O.V
(6:30 a.m., Erik's room)
I woke up with the odd feeling that someone was watching me. I whimpered a bit and tried to move, but I was held in place by a pair of strong arms. I then opened my eyes adjusting them to the brightness of the room; I then saw Erik and nearly jumped off. Erik saw my panicked look and stroked my back and made shushing sounds. I relax a bit but another thought came through my head.
Why is he doing this to me? I know we are friends but is this way the French men treat their friends? I wondered.
Erik smiled down at me and kissed my forehead. "Good morning Elena. I'm sorry for the discomfort your feeling. And no we French men don't usually treat are friends this way, only the special friends get this treatment."
"Good morning Erik, and thank you," I scooted to his cheek and kissed it. Erik blushed a bit. I keep looking at him and then looked at the mask he was still wearing. I reached up to get his mask, but then Erik pinned me on the bed holding my wrist above my head. His golden eyes shone dangerously bright and my breath quicken.
"Erik?"
"Never try to take my mask off Elena, do you understand me Elena? NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!"
"Erik, I know what behind the mask." I blurted out.
Erik's eye twitched with fury but tried to remain as calm as possible. "What do you mean, Elena?" I stayed silent until he shook me violently.
"ANSWER ME YOU SPANISH WHORE!" I felt tears accumulate in my eyes but I was far too proud to let them fall. I turned away from his gaze but then sighed.
"About five years ago, Mathew and I were invited to go see a new opera called Don Juan's Triumphant. Of course at that time I was twenty two and I thought going to Paris was going to be boring. But as we got to our seats, the opera had begun. In the crowd the people were outraged with the opera but I found it fascinating beyond belief. Finally the great soprano Christine Daae entranced all with a duet with a rather seductive and passionate singer. It wasn't till then that I noticed the police surround the stage with their guns at that man. I then knew that, that man was rather dangerous. But then as she drew the hood off the mysterious man, I thought he was incredible handsome even with the mask on." Erik laughed at that with disbelief but I continued with my story.
"I then saw the hurt in his eyes and then the soulful and meaningful tone of his voice. ' Say you'll share with me, one love one life time. Lead me save me from my solitude. Say you want me with you, here beside you. ANYWHERE YOU GO, LET ME GO TOO! CHRISTINE, THAT'S ALL I ASK OF Y-NO!'"
Erik looked at me with a bit of a forlorn flash in his eyes, but then went back to anger.
"When Christine Daee took off the man's masked I gazed at the man's face. At first I thought it was… out of the ordinary. The gasps of the people did not help either, but as I look at the man's face once more. You know what I saw? I saw a good man that faced a lot of hardships in his life. I saw a good soul in that face, despite what anyone said. Erik I do not fear your face. I understand your pain." I whispered.
"LIAR! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE SOCIETY SHUN YOU FOR SOMETHING YOU HAD NO CONTROL OF! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS LIKE TO HAVE PEOPLE LOOK AT YOU IN DISGUST AND TREAT YOU LIKE SHIT! OH BUT WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW OF PAIN?! OH POOR INNOCENT AND NAÏVE ELENA HAS SUFFERED A BLOW OF SOMEONE NOT LIKING HER! OH POOR ELENA PICKED THE WRONG PERSON TO BE FRIENDS WITH! OH HOW SHE HAS SUFFERED! SHE SUFFERED MORE THAN ERIK! YOU HAVE NOT SUFFERED WHAT I FELT!" Erik bellowed.
"YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ME! HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME ERIK WHAT EVER YOUR LAST NAME IS! HOW DARE YOU CLAIM TO KNOW MY PAIN! YOU DO NOT KNOW THE PAIN I FELT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT 'THE WORLD OF LIGHT' HAS DONE TO ME! IF YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN THE PAIN I FELT, THEN YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN I HAD NO CHOICE! AND ONE MORE THING," I shrieked as I got him off of me and stormed out of the room, "I QUIT AS YOUR STUDENT! FROM NOW ON DON'T GET NEAR ME! DON'T EVEN SPEAK TO ME! GOODBYE FOREVER ERIK!" I ran out as fast as I could.