Disclaimer~ I Think you like the fact I don't own anyone but my little Danielle. I think you find sick pleasure in laughing at my loss, or never having!
Arg my story is screwed, I think you understand what I have here don't you? I have musical half mask Erik with Susan Kay Erik's past. And good ole Christine with BROWN hair, cuz I'm dumb. I know it's stupid, I really but I have good reason, when I told you I haven't read the book in a long time, that was true, but half way through the story I did, and so now I knew things... so la la blech! I did what I did get used to it... Now here is your chapter
Chapter Fourteen: The Encounter
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my
husband's absence!
Erik let go of his breath as he saw the large carriage depart off the cliff. The sight was not one of the prettiest things he had ever seen, but the sound of hinges and wood breaking was not a pleasant sound either.
He felt the body in front of him let out an air of relief as well. His whole framed tensed.
Here she was, in front of him, His arms around the solid frame for the first time in a year.
Her dark curls were in his face and he could smell the faint smell of vanilla and peaches. He felt her tense in his arms as well, and wondered how she was going to react.
Slowly, those curls brushed pass his mask and He saw the ocean blue eyes staring into his in awe.
There was silence, a deafening noise that he didn't know how to break. Emotions soared through his tired body, not caring how fast they were going.
He wanted to say something, anything to break this uncomfortable and close contact.
Closing his eyes he tried to concentrate on one word, hello. That was all, a simple word that is pronounced very simply. As he was about to sound out the consonants he felt his mouth warmed by the pressure of hers, coming as a total shock to his already fragile state of mind.
The kiss had started out to be small but engulfed both of them with a hunger that neither could describe. A moan escaped him as he realized how good this felt, and how much he would miss it when he was over.
He waited for her to pull away, but she never did, keeping the passionate fire ablaze in his heart as he shut his eyes once more to try and allow himself to let go and enjoy this wondrous moment.
When she did finally pull away, He realized he wasn't just dizzy from the amazing feeling, but the lack of oxygen that he was receiving.
As he took a long intake of breath, he felt a sharp pain in his good cheek, and heard the sound of a hand and flesh meet.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
The tears I might have shed
for your dark fate
grow cold, and turn to tears
of hate . . .
She had slapped him in the face.
Why? she did not know. Well that was not true, she had slapped him in the face for showing up NOW after all that time.
She admitted she was selfish, and wanted him long ago, just a few months ago.
Christine saw him open his eyes in confusion. She did not blame him; she did not know what she was doing either.
First she is kissing someone other then her husband, and then she was disrespecting and treating him as if he advanced on her.
"How dare you..." She whispered with tears in her eyes and jumped from the horse, slowly walking away from him and not turning back.
"How dare I what Madame?" He said with wonder and confusion in his voice.
His words stung her, he had not meant to hurt her with them and yet, she had never heard him use the title Madame on her before.She had always been his little Mlle. or Christine. Madame seemed so cold and formal.
"How dare you come back!" She said searching for a suitable reason to be upset with him. In some ways she was amused, for he had never seen her like this. Her temper had never completely left after little Dani's birth.
"I have always been! It has never been a matter of coming back." Erik said dismounting the horse and coming after her.
She felt him grab her shoulders and turn her to face him.
"You horrible man!"
"How can I be horrible? If it were not for me you could be lying at the bottom of that canyon." He said with a cool disdain that made her shudder.
She looked at him and notice he realized how his words were affecting her.
"Christine you must know I did not mean it like that, I..."
"So I see, I have to be on the brink of danger before you can pay me a visit?" She said looking him direction in the eye, and turning once more to hurry off.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I must see
these demands are rejected!
"Oh yes, because one of my visits are such a celebrated event!" He hissed after her.
Damn her! He was trying to be nice. No that wasn't what he was trying to be, nice was something I didn't express very well.
He was trying to be reasonable. Why couldn't she see that in by staying away he had secured her happiness with the Vicomte De Changy.
He saw her freeze from his harsh words, and though he knew he would regret it later, he wanted to hurt her more.
"Oh yes my dear, How was your wedding? Were you really wishing for a visit when you were being married? You have everything you could possibly want, a wonderful home, a loving husband and your beautiful daughter Dani? Did you really want your angel of darkness also? I'm sorry my girl, but you cannot have your cake and eat it as well!" He said spouting off a horrible clich�.
"I... DO not change this around on me! I..." She said flustered.
Good he thought. He was winning, and at this point that was all that mattered.
He could care less in this frame of mind if he hurt her so bad that she never returned to his arms again. His pride always would get in the way and right now he must defend his honour and self.
"Wait a moment, how do you know I have a daughter?" Christine said, using her brain.
Oh no, he realized, she had advanced and trapped him in this little game of mental chess they were playing.
In his haste and anger he forgot how to keep secrets. He hadn't done so in a year, when you have no one to talk to it is very hard to keep in shape for these little battles, as well as keep secrets.
"Don't you remember Madame? The angel knows all, the angel sees all..." He said with a touch of venom.
He was trying to keep his temper in control. This was an argument they both could not escape; he just wanted to get his point across now without doing much damage.
He had advanced in the game so that he was no longer trapped, but he would have to keep a steady ear for her words.
"Do not trying and hide behind mystery now Erik! Tell me the TRUTH! If it is the last thing you do in your life tell me how you know I have a daughter and most of all how you know I named her Danielle."
Checkmate.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Once more to those
sweetest of charms
my heart and soul
surrender!
Christine wanted to know, needed to know. Her heart was going a mile a minute.
The possibility that her angel had been within a carriage ride's distance away bothered her.
She would have been there in secret everyday, letting herself sink deeper and deeper into his majestic aura.
It would of been possible that she would of never had her daughter Danielle if she knew of Erik's existence on this plane still.
"Please Erik, Please." She said, loosing her angry tone, and stepping closer to him.
"I..." He was at a loss for words.
It was then she figured it out. He was never really gone; he had always been there singing songs in her head. Dreams and hallucinations of his presents were not ones of a mad and deranged woman but real as the man before her. He had been there that night so long ago when she spoke her love, he had been there when she was upset and wanted him to check in on "their" child. He was there for her labour on and off.
He was there and always would be.
"How far away." She said finding herself angry once again.
She was not upset with him however, she was upset by her hearts betrayal, and she would of given Erik the sun if it meant he would live for it, instead of the night he belonged to. She would of left her husband in a heartbeat if he had only asked the words.
Nevertheless he did not know these were the thoughts racing through her head.
"About a Kilometre from your and the Vicomte's Estate."
"ERIK!" She exclaimed furiously.
He looked up into her eyes challenging her. She could tell he was trying his best to understand this new and broken Christine.
Alas she had always been broken though, in one-way or another.
Her father, The Phantom, Her Angel, Raoul.
The personal Opera that played out between them. Then her pregnancy, always wishing and praying for something to bring him back, though she knew she was happy. And of the most recent she had proven to be a hormonal and emotional mess who never regained the patience and virtues of the woman before the traumatic experience.
"Yes Vicomtess?" He said hurting her purposely.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
We have all been
blind - and yet the
answer is staring us
in the face . . .
He had said it to hurt her, and it had worked. He saw her flinch at the harsh words.
Damn him and his incorrigible anger. He wasn't even really upset; he was just confused as to why Christine would care where he lived, other then to stay away from her.
"You have been only a Kilometre away for the last year?" She said. It had been more of a rhetorical question Erik realized. He could tell by her voice.
He felt sheepish, knowing that he was in the wrong. She was right, it was wrong of him living in such close vicinity as her when they were in love.
And wasn't that what was going on? Surely you can be in love with someone from beyond the grave? He loved her from that very deserted tomb of his mind.
And she, she stated her love clear and true, singing vows to him with her eyes even when she thought he was a hallucination from pain.
He looked over to the woman who was still standing before him in shock.
What was he going to do?
He couldn't take her home; he didn't know if it was safe there, he didn't want her to go back where the kidnappers obviously knew she lived.
"You hand." He said blatantly.
"Yes?" She said still trying to comprehend the impact of all that had happened.
"It's bleeding rather badly." He said taking a closer step, closing the gap between them.
He took her hand in his and studied it carefully; it was badly cut up, which surprised him since he had never seen it.
He realized she probably had not noticed till now either and she looked down to it.
"Oh, I must of hurt it when I was trying to escape." She pondered hazily.
She was loosing a lot of blood and Erik knew that it wasn't going to just stop.
He untucked his shirt and ripped a piece of the end.
"Erik that's your..."
"Hush, I have more at home." He said carefully wrapping the smaller frail hand in the material to try and stop the blood.
"That is an extreme wound, we should get you to the cabin so I can tend to it properly." He said clasping his fingers around hers.
"The cabin?" She said curiously.
"Yes, I think it would be safest if you hide out there, until your Vicomte comes back and you are safe. You never know who is waiting to see if the other one got his job done." He said sincerely, he truly was concerned for her safety.
"He is to arrive at home tomorrow late afternoon." She said nonchalantly.
"Then I suppose you are to spend the night." He said wondering if this would spark emotion.
Of course it did somewhat, she looked up at him surprised and blushed.
She seemed surprised she could still do that.
"Then I suppose I am." She said sheepishly, and allowed herself to be lead back to the horse.
Erik mounted Phantom first and them pulled Christine up into his arms.
This was the way it was suppose to be, the way it should, with him riding off into the sunset with her.
It would never happen though, and of course he knew it. She was a mother and a wife, important not only to him but claimed by to other individuals.
Raoul and Danielle.
He would send her back later though, to those who loved her and depended on her the most. He knew the threat of the kidnappers had most likely gone over that cliff with the carriage and man, and yet he wasn't able to let go of this precious woman.
Not yet at least.
Chapter Fourteen: The Encounter
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my
husband's absence!
Erik let go of his breath as he saw the large carriage depart off the cliff. The sight was not one of the prettiest things he had ever seen, but the sound of hinges and wood breaking was not a pleasant sound either.
He felt the body in front of him let out an air of relief as well. His whole framed tensed.
Here she was, in front of him, His arms around the solid frame for the first time in a year.
Her dark curls were in his face and he could smell the faint smell of vanilla and peaches. He felt her tense in his arms as well, and wondered how she was going to react.
Slowly, those curls brushed pass his mask and He saw the ocean blue eyes staring into his in awe.
There was silence, a deafening noise that he didn't know how to break. Emotions soared through his tired body, not caring how fast they were going.
He wanted to say something, anything to break this uncomfortable and close contact.
Closing his eyes he tried to concentrate on one word, hello. That was all, a simple word that is pronounced very simply. As he was about to sound out the consonants he felt his mouth warmed by the pressure of hers, coming as a total shock to his already fragile state of mind.
The kiss had started out to be small but engulfed both of them with a hunger that neither could describe. A moan escaped him as he realized how good this felt, and how much he would miss it when he was over.
He waited for her to pull away, but she never did, keeping the passionate fire ablaze in his heart as he shut his eyes once more to try and allow himself to let go and enjoy this wondrous moment.
When she did finally pull away, He realized he wasn't just dizzy from the amazing feeling, but the lack of oxygen that he was receiving.
As he took a long intake of breath, he felt a sharp pain in his good cheek, and heard the sound of a hand and flesh meet.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
The tears I might have shed
for your dark fate
grow cold, and turn to tears
of hate . . .
She had slapped him in the face.
Why? she did not know. Well that was not true, she had slapped him in the face for showing up NOW after all that time.
She admitted she was selfish, and wanted him long ago, just a few months ago.
Christine saw him open his eyes in confusion. She did not blame him; she did not know what she was doing either.
First she is kissing someone other then her husband, and then she was disrespecting and treating him as if he advanced on her.
"How dare you..." She whispered with tears in her eyes and jumped from the horse, slowly walking away from him and not turning back.
"How dare I what Madame?" He said with wonder and confusion in his voice.
His words stung her, he had not meant to hurt her with them and yet, she had never heard him use the title Madame on her before.She had always been his little Mlle. or Christine. Madame seemed so cold and formal.
"How dare you come back!" She said searching for a suitable reason to be upset with him. In some ways she was amused, for he had never seen her like this. Her temper had never completely left after little Dani's birth.
"I have always been! It has never been a matter of coming back." Erik said dismounting the horse and coming after her.
She felt him grab her shoulders and turn her to face him.
"You horrible man!"
"How can I be horrible? If it were not for me you could be lying at the bottom of that canyon." He said with a cool disdain that made her shudder.
She looked at him and notice he realized how his words were affecting her.
"Christine you must know I did not mean it like that, I..."
"So I see, I have to be on the brink of danger before you can pay me a visit?" She said looking him direction in the eye, and turning once more to hurry off.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I must see
these demands are rejected!
"Oh yes, because one of my visits are such a celebrated event!" He hissed after her.
Damn her! He was trying to be nice. No that wasn't what he was trying to be, nice was something I didn't express very well.
He was trying to be reasonable. Why couldn't she see that in by staying away he had secured her happiness with the Vicomte De Changy.
He saw her freeze from his harsh words, and though he knew he would regret it later, he wanted to hurt her more.
"Oh yes my dear, How was your wedding? Were you really wishing for a visit when you were being married? You have everything you could possibly want, a wonderful home, a loving husband and your beautiful daughter Dani? Did you really want your angel of darkness also? I'm sorry my girl, but you cannot have your cake and eat it as well!" He said spouting off a horrible clich�.
"I... DO not change this around on me! I..." She said flustered.
Good he thought. He was winning, and at this point that was all that mattered.
He could care less in this frame of mind if he hurt her so bad that she never returned to his arms again. His pride always would get in the way and right now he must defend his honour and self.
"Wait a moment, how do you know I have a daughter?" Christine said, using her brain.
Oh no, he realized, she had advanced and trapped him in this little game of mental chess they were playing.
In his haste and anger he forgot how to keep secrets. He hadn't done so in a year, when you have no one to talk to it is very hard to keep in shape for these little battles, as well as keep secrets.
"Don't you remember Madame? The angel knows all, the angel sees all..." He said with a touch of venom.
He was trying to keep his temper in control. This was an argument they both could not escape; he just wanted to get his point across now without doing much damage.
He had advanced in the game so that he was no longer trapped, but he would have to keep a steady ear for her words.
"Do not trying and hide behind mystery now Erik! Tell me the TRUTH! If it is the last thing you do in your life tell me how you know I have a daughter and most of all how you know I named her Danielle."
Checkmate.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Once more to those
sweetest of charms
my heart and soul
surrender!
Christine wanted to know, needed to know. Her heart was going a mile a minute.
The possibility that her angel had been within a carriage ride's distance away bothered her.
She would have been there in secret everyday, letting herself sink deeper and deeper into his majestic aura.
It would of been possible that she would of never had her daughter Danielle if she knew of Erik's existence on this plane still.
"Please Erik, Please." She said, loosing her angry tone, and stepping closer to him.
"I..." He was at a loss for words.
It was then she figured it out. He was never really gone; he had always been there singing songs in her head. Dreams and hallucinations of his presents were not ones of a mad and deranged woman but real as the man before her. He had been there that night so long ago when she spoke her love, he had been there when she was upset and wanted him to check in on "their" child. He was there for her labour on and off.
He was there and always would be.
"How far away." She said finding herself angry once again.
She was not upset with him however, she was upset by her hearts betrayal, and she would of given Erik the sun if it meant he would live for it, instead of the night he belonged to. She would of left her husband in a heartbeat if he had only asked the words.
Nevertheless he did not know these were the thoughts racing through her head.
"About a Kilometre from your and the Vicomte's Estate."
"ERIK!" She exclaimed furiously.
He looked up into her eyes challenging her. She could tell he was trying his best to understand this new and broken Christine.
Alas she had always been broken though, in one-way or another.
Her father, The Phantom, Her Angel, Raoul.
The personal Opera that played out between them. Then her pregnancy, always wishing and praying for something to bring him back, though she knew she was happy. And of the most recent she had proven to be a hormonal and emotional mess who never regained the patience and virtues of the woman before the traumatic experience.
"Yes Vicomtess?" He said hurting her purposely.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
We have all been
blind - and yet the
answer is staring us
in the face . . .
He had said it to hurt her, and it had worked. He saw her flinch at the harsh words.
Damn him and his incorrigible anger. He wasn't even really upset; he was just confused as to why Christine would care where he lived, other then to stay away from her.
"You have been only a Kilometre away for the last year?" She said. It had been more of a rhetorical question Erik realized. He could tell by her voice.
He felt sheepish, knowing that he was in the wrong. She was right, it was wrong of him living in such close vicinity as her when they were in love.
And wasn't that what was going on? Surely you can be in love with someone from beyond the grave? He loved her from that very deserted tomb of his mind.
And she, she stated her love clear and true, singing vows to him with her eyes even when she thought he was a hallucination from pain.
He looked over to the woman who was still standing before him in shock.
What was he going to do?
He couldn't take her home; he didn't know if it was safe there, he didn't want her to go back where the kidnappers obviously knew she lived.
"You hand." He said blatantly.
"Yes?" She said still trying to comprehend the impact of all that had happened.
"It's bleeding rather badly." He said taking a closer step, closing the gap between them.
He took her hand in his and studied it carefully; it was badly cut up, which surprised him since he had never seen it.
He realized she probably had not noticed till now either and she looked down to it.
"Oh, I must of hurt it when I was trying to escape." She pondered hazily.
She was loosing a lot of blood and Erik knew that it wasn't going to just stop.
He untucked his shirt and ripped a piece of the end.
"Erik that's your..."
"Hush, I have more at home." He said carefully wrapping the smaller frail hand in the material to try and stop the blood.
"That is an extreme wound, we should get you to the cabin so I can tend to it properly." He said clasping his fingers around hers.
"The cabin?" She said curiously.
"Yes, I think it would be safest if you hide out there, until your Vicomte comes back and you are safe. You never know who is waiting to see if the other one got his job done." He said sincerely, he truly was concerned for her safety.
"He is to arrive at home tomorrow late afternoon." She said nonchalantly.
"Then I suppose you are to spend the night." He said wondering if this would spark emotion.
Of course it did somewhat, she looked up at him surprised and blushed.
She seemed surprised she could still do that.
"Then I suppose I am." She said sheepishly, and allowed herself to be lead back to the horse.
Erik mounted Phantom first and them pulled Christine up into his arms.
This was the way it was suppose to be, the way it should, with him riding off into the sunset with her.
It would never happen though, and of course he knew it. She was a mother and a wife, important not only to him but claimed by to other individuals.
Raoul and Danielle.
He would send her back later though, to those who loved her and depended on her the most. He knew the threat of the kidnappers had most likely gone over that cliff with the carriage and man, and yet he wasn't able to let go of this precious woman.
Not yet at least.
for your dark fate
grow cold, and turn to tears
of hate . . .
Why? she did not know. Well that was not true, she had slapped him in the face for showing up NOW after all that time.
She admitted she was selfish, and wanted him long ago, just a few months ago.
Christine saw him open his eyes in confusion. She did not blame him; she did not know what she was doing either.
First she is kissing someone other then her husband, and then she was disrespecting and treating him as if he advanced on her.
"How dare you..." She whispered with tears in her eyes and jumped from the horse, slowly walking away from him and not turning back.
"How dare I what Madame?" He said with wonder and confusion in his voice.
His words stung her, he had not meant to hurt her with them and yet, she had never heard him use the title Madame on her before.She had always been his little Mlle. or Christine. Madame seemed so cold and formal.
"How dare you come back!" She said searching for a suitable reason to be upset with him. In some ways she was amused, for he had never seen her like this. Her temper had never completely left after little Dani's birth.
"I have always been! It has never been a matter of coming back." Erik said dismounting the horse and coming after her.
She felt him grab her shoulders and turn her to face him.
"You horrible man!"
"How can I be horrible? If it were not for me you could be lying at the bottom of that canyon." He said with a cool disdain that made her shudder.
She looked at him and notice he realized how his words were affecting her.
"Christine you must know I did not mean it like that, I..."
"So I see, I have to be on the brink of danger before you can pay me a visit?" She said looking him direction in the eye, and turning once more to hurry off.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
I must see
these demands are rejected!
"Oh yes, because one of my visits are such a celebrated event!" He hissed after her.
Damn her! He was trying to be nice. No that wasn't what he was trying to be, nice was something I didn't express very well.
He was trying to be reasonable. Why couldn't she see that in by staying away he had secured her happiness with the Vicomte De Changy.
He saw her freeze from his harsh words, and though he knew he would regret it later, he wanted to hurt her more.
"Oh yes my dear, How was your wedding? Were you really wishing for a visit when you were being married? You have everything you could possibly want, a wonderful home, a loving husband and your beautiful daughter Dani? Did you really want your angel of darkness also? I'm sorry my girl, but you cannot have your cake and eat it as well!" He said spouting off a horrible clich�.
"I... DO not change this around on me! I..." She said flustered.
Good he thought. He was winning, and at this point that was all that mattered.
He could care less in this frame of mind if he hurt her so bad that she never returned to his arms again. His pride always would get in the way and right now he must defend his honour and self.
"Wait a moment, how do you know I have a daughter?" Christine said, using her brain.
Oh no, he realized, she had advanced and trapped him in this little game of mental chess they were playing.
In his haste and anger he forgot how to keep secrets. He hadn't done so in a year, when you have no one to talk to it is very hard to keep in shape for these little battles, as well as keep secrets.
"Don't you remember Madame? The angel knows all, the angel sees all..." He said with a touch of venom.
He was trying to keep his temper in control. This was an argument they both could not escape; he just wanted to get his point across now without doing much damage.
He had advanced in the game so that he was no longer trapped, but he would have to keep a steady ear for her words.
"Do not trying and hide behind mystery now Erik! Tell me the TRUTH! If it is the last thing you do in your life tell me how you know I have a daughter and most of all how you know I named her Danielle."
Checkmate.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Once more to those
sweetest of charms
my heart and soul
surrender!
Christine wanted to know, needed to know. Her heart was going a mile a minute.
The possibility that her angel had been within a carriage ride's distance away bothered her.
She would have been there in secret everyday, letting herself sink deeper and deeper into his majestic aura.
It would of been possible that she would of never had her daughter Danielle if she knew of Erik's existence on this plane still.
"Please Erik, Please." She said, loosing her angry tone, and stepping closer to him.
"I..." He was at a loss for words.
It was then she figured it out. He was never really gone; he had always been there singing songs in her head. Dreams and hallucinations of his presents were not ones of a mad and deranged woman but real as the man before her. He had been there that night so long ago when she spoke her love, he had been there when she was upset and wanted him to check in on "their" child. He was there for her labour on and off.
He was there and always would be.
"How far away." She said finding herself angry once again.
She was not upset with him however, she was upset by her hearts betrayal, and she would of given Erik the sun if it meant he would live for it, instead of the night he belonged to. She would of left her husband in a heartbeat if he had only asked the words.
Nevertheless he did not know these were the thoughts racing through her head.
"About a Kilometre from your and the Vicomte's Estate."
"ERIK!" She exclaimed furiously.
He looked up into her eyes challenging her. She could tell he was trying his best to understand this new and broken Christine.
Alas she had always been broken though, in one-way or another.
Her father, The Phantom, Her Angel, Raoul.
The personal Opera that played out between them. Then her pregnancy, always wishing and praying for something to bring him back, though she knew she was happy. And of the most recent she had proven to be a hormonal and emotional mess who never regained the patience and virtues of the woman before the traumatic experience.
"Yes Vicomtess?" He said hurting her purposely.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
We have all been
blind - and yet the
answer is staring us
in the face . . .
He had said it to hurt her, and it had worked. He saw her flinch at the harsh words.
Damn him and his incorrigible anger. He wasn't even really upset; he was just confused as to why Christine would care where he lived, other then to stay away from her.
"You have been only a Kilometre away for the last year?" She said. It had been more of a rhetorical question Erik realized. He could tell by her voice.
He felt sheepish, knowing that he was in the wrong. She was right, it was wrong of him living in such close vicinity as her when they were in love.
And wasn't that what was going on? Surely you can be in love with someone from beyond the grave? He loved her from that very deserted tomb of his mind.
And she, she stated her love clear and true, singing vows to him with her eyes even when she thought he was a hallucination from pain.
He looked over to the woman who was still standing before him in shock.
What was he going to do?
He couldn't take her home; he didn't know if it was safe there, he didn't want her to go back where the kidnappers obviously knew she lived.
"You hand." He said blatantly.
"Yes?" She said still trying to comprehend the impact of all that had happened.
"It's bleeding rather badly." He said taking a closer step, closing the gap between them.
He took her hand in his and studied it carefully; it was badly cut up, which surprised him since he had never seen it.
He realized she probably had not noticed till now either and she looked down to it.
"Oh, I must of hurt it when I was trying to escape." She pondered hazily.
She was loosing a lot of blood and Erik knew that it wasn't going to just stop.
He untucked his shirt and ripped a piece of the end.
"Erik that's your..."
"Hush, I have more at home." He said carefully wrapping the smaller frail hand in the material to try and stop the blood.
"That is an extreme wound, we should get you to the cabin so I can tend to it properly." He said clasping his fingers around hers.
"The cabin?" She said curiously.
"Yes, I think it would be safest if you hide out there, until your Vicomte comes back and you are safe. You never know who is waiting to see if the other one got his job done." He said sincerely, he truly was concerned for her safety.
"He is to arrive at home tomorrow late afternoon." She said nonchalantly.
"Then I suppose you are to spend the night." He said wondering if this would spark emotion.
Of course it did somewhat, she looked up at him surprised and blushed.
She seemed surprised she could still do that.
"Then I suppose I am." She said sheepishly, and allowed herself to be lead back to the horse.
Erik mounted Phantom first and them pulled Christine up into his arms.
This was the way it was suppose to be, the way it should, with him riding off into the sunset with her.
It would never happen though, and of course he knew it. She was a mother and a wife, important not only to him but claimed by to other individuals.
Raoul and Danielle.
He would send her back later though, to those who loved her and depended on her the most. He knew the threat of the kidnappers had most likely gone over that cliff with the carriage and man, and yet he wasn't able to let go of this precious woman.
Not yet at least.
sweetest of charms
my heart and soul
surrender!
blind - and yet the
answer is staring us
in the face . . .