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Chapter Three: Dangerous Liaisons
In sleep he sang to me,
in dreams he came . . .
that voice which calls to me
and speaks my name . . .
"I'm sorry gentlemen but I'm relinquish my funding from this moment on. You have made no progress what so ever and I am not going to waste anymore of my time." The Vicomte said picking up his hat and readying himself to leave.
"Vicomte De Changy, Vicomte! Please sir, you do not understand. You see if you do not support us we all will have no job and starve. Think of the children." The old man said pointing outside to the children who were playing outside the factory.
Cherub angels dancing and giggling while amusing themselves with such trifle things like running around.
Was the old man right? Should he still fund the dying cause? These people had nowhere else to go. It was really all up to him.
Then it hit him. What would Christine do? She would be appalled if he did not give them a second chance.
sighing he gave into the old man's plea.
"Alright Monsieur I will be back in a year. ONE year to see the progress reports on this broken down factory, and if they do not meet my standards then I will be forced to renounce my duties and close it down."
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And do I dream again?
For now I find
the Phantom of the Opera is there -
inside my mind . . .
Erik walked slowly along the dark path. It was night's like this that reminded him why night was his favourite time.
The dark mysteriousness of it had appealed to him for more reasons just then the horridness of his face and the non-existent crowds of people.
He did not plan to go by the house that night; he had no plans to come into extremely close contact with the Vicomte and his soon to be wife.
However he knew that he was away, and subconsciously the thoughts of no one but servants and Christine enticed him.
He could see her now, stretched out lazily on her bed, asleep with a small smile on her face. If he could only see that innocent smile once more, even if he couldn't keep his promise of watching over her till the day she die, he would die a happy man in possession of that smile.
Slowly he looked up from his feet to find himself in front of her balcony.
He thought of the time, and took out the pocket watch he recently bought. It was nearly 1 in the morning, most likely everyone would be asleep.
Slowly, with his cat-like grace he climbed the drainpipe to her room. Every muscle from his weak body ached, however his heart ached more and he decided that it was worth trading the physical for the emotional.
As he reached her balcony he found her just the way he suspected too.
There she was, the beautiful angel lying with half her face in a pillow smiling.
He slowly opened her balcony door and crept in only to slide into the chair beside her bed.
He watched her rosy cheeks glow along with the smile and listened to her heavy breathing slow.
He thought to the last time she had seen him. He himself knew that it was very hard for him to be confused, especially by anyone of inferior intelligence.
Nevertheless Erik admitted to himself that she had not only confused him but also baffled him. One minute she had told him she had hated him, with eyes cold and hurtful, only to kiss him the next minute.
The kiss, oh dear lord that exquisite kiss.
That was what baffled him the most. His head told him that she only did it to save her love, however his heart told him something different.
At first the kiss had been apprehensive on her behalf, he could sense the tension in her lips. However, the feeling of them sent shivers down his spine.
Yes at first she had been tense, then, not to the Vicomte de Changy's knowledge she had softened up. Her mouth opened slightly and deepened the already blessed action.
She had truly kissed him, not through force, for he had been quite satisfied with what he had been offered. No she had kissed him full fledge with the passion he knew she possessed deep down in her soul.
Her kiss was her song, her voice, everything she loved in one action.
When she had pulled away, he saw the awe in her eyes, the wonder of her actions. He could not tell her what she wanted to know, she would have to figure it out for herself, he decided.
If he didn't send her away, she would of stayed with him down there for the end of time, and he knew it. He knew that she had finally given him her heart and she didn't know it.
"Take her, leave me..." He had said to the young man who had watched in the same awe he had felt.
Poor little Raoul, Erik thought smugly. He had no clue that she was lost to him.
Now if only Christine would figure that out.
No she wouldn't, he realized. All his thoughts of her returning to his arms where a fantasy that would never be played out.
"Erik..." She whispered softly.
His heart froze, in the small amount of time he had spent recalling those memories he had looked away. Now he had been caught and waited for her harsh words of hate.
He waited still then finally turned to look at her, she had whispered them in her sleep. He let out a sigh of relief followed by one of being baffled.
Why did she tease him so? He looked at the soft lips curl even more into a smile and let a tear slip.
"Christine..." He whispered.
"Erik..." She whispered again. He knew her to talk in her sleep so this did not surprise him.
"Erik, where are you?" she said having lost her smile.
"Erik don't go!" She whimpered.
"It's alright Mon ange, I shall never leave your side." He said brushing a curl out of her face.
"Erik, I miss you..." She said with relief.
You do? He thought. This was news to him.
"I'm sorry I never told you goodbye," she said having a sob escape her.
"You did, perhaps in your own way..." He said hesitating, was she awake? Why was she so clear in her dream?
"No, I was cruel and never explained myself. I loved you and now your dead..." She said.
IM DEAD? He thought.
His heart exploded in two, one side leaped with joy for she had said the words of love he had longed for. Oh how he wept now, knowing that she had meant her kiss and the other side was crushed in knowing that she thought he was gone. Out of her life, forever. How fate was cruel indeed. The one persons love that mattered the most was tainted by thoughts of death.
His death. He knew not what to do, but knew that he could not inform her of his existence. She truly believed she was speaking to an angel, a ghost.
She then let out another whimper. "I shall never forgive myself..." She said.
"Christine, listen to me you did nothing wrong. Not anything at all. I must go now, but do know this. I love you, I have always loved you, and I always will." slowly he took off the ring that belonged to her.
He had given it to her to keep, and she had given it back to him in a last dire attempted to stay.
"This is yours, take it and remember me whenever you see it." He said placing the ring by the pillow.
Slowly he walked over to the balcony doors and opened them gently. he looked back to the sleeping figure on the bed behind him.
"Good bye, my Angel of Music..." She softly whispered.
Erik sighed as he climbed down from her bedroom.
He had always wanted to be dead, and now more then anything he wanted to be alive
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For now I find
the Phantom of the Opera is there -
inside my mind . . .
The dark mysteriousness of it had appealed to him for more reasons just then the horridness of his face and the non-existent crowds of people.
He did not plan to go by the house that night; he had no plans to come into extremely close contact with the Vicomte and his soon to be wife.
However he knew that he was away, and subconsciously the thoughts of no one but servants and Christine enticed him.
He could see her now, stretched out lazily on her bed, asleep with a small smile on her face. If he could only see that innocent smile once more, even if he couldn't keep his promise of watching over her till the day she die, he would die a happy man in possession of that smile.
Slowly he looked up from his feet to find himself in front of her balcony.
He thought of the time, and took out the pocket watch he recently bought. It was nearly 1 in the morning, most likely everyone would be asleep.
Slowly, with his cat-like grace he climbed the drainpipe to her room. Every muscle from his weak body ached, however his heart ached more and he decided that it was worth trading the physical for the emotional.
As he reached her balcony he found her just the way he suspected too. There she was, the beautiful angel lying with half her face in a pillow smiling.
He slowly opened her balcony door and crept in only to slide into the chair beside her bed.
He watched her rosy cheeks glow along with the smile and listened to her heavy breathing slow.
He thought to the last time she had seen him. He himself knew that it was very hard for him to be confused, especially by anyone of inferior intelligence.
Nevertheless Erik admitted to himself that she had not only confused him but also baffled him. One minute she had told him she had hated him, with eyes cold and hurtful, only to kiss him the next minute.
The kiss, oh dear lord that exquisite kiss.
That was what baffled him the most. His head told him that she only did it to save her love, however his heart told him something different.
At first the kiss had been apprehensive on her behalf, he could sense the tension in her lips. However, the feeling of them sent shivers down his spine.
Yes at first she had been tense, then, not to the Vicomte de Changy's knowledge she had softened up. Her mouth opened slightly and deepened the already blessed action.
She had truly kissed him, not through force, for he had been quite satisfied with what he had been offered. No she had kissed him full fledge with the passion he knew she possessed deep down in her soul.
Her kiss was her song, her voice, everything she loved in one action.
When she had pulled away, he saw the awe in her eyes, the wonder of her actions. He could not tell her what she wanted to know, she would have to figure it out for herself, he decided.
If he didn't send her away, she would of stayed with him down there for the end of time, and he knew it. He knew that she had finally given him her heart and she didn't know it.
"Take her, leave me..." He had said to the young man who had watched in the same awe he had felt.
Poor little Raoul, Erik thought smugly. He had no clue that she was lost to him.
Now if only Christine would figure that out.
No she wouldn't, he realized. All his thoughts of her returning to his arms where a fantasy that would never be played out.
"Erik..." She whispered softly.
His heart froze, in the small amount of time he had spent recalling those memories he had looked away. Now he had been caught and waited for her harsh words of hate.
He waited still then finally turned to look at her, she had whispered them in her sleep. He let out a sigh of relief followed by one of being baffled.
Why did she tease him so? He looked at the soft lips curl even more into a smile and let a tear slip.
"Christine..." He whispered.
"Erik..." She whispered again. He knew her to talk in her sleep so this did not surprise him.
"Erik, where are you?" she said having lost her smile.
"Erik don't go!" She whimpered.
"It's alright Mon ange, I shall never leave your side." He said brushing a curl out of her face.
"Erik, I miss you..." She said with relief.
You do? He thought. This was news to him.
"I'm sorry I never told you goodbye," she said having a sob escape her.
"You did, perhaps in your own way..." He said hesitating, was she awake? Why was she so clear in her dream?
"No, I was cruel and never explained myself. I loved you and now your dead..." She said.
IM DEAD? He thought.
His heart exploded in two, one side leaped with joy for she had said the words of love he had longed for. Oh how he wept now, knowing that she had meant her kiss and the other side was crushed in knowing that she thought he was gone. Out of her life, forever. How fate was cruel indeed. The one persons love that mattered the most was tainted by thoughts of death.
His death. He knew not what to do, but knew that he could not inform her of his existence. She truly believed she was speaking to an angel, a ghost.
She then let out another whimper. "I shall never forgive myself..." She said.
"Christine, listen to me you did nothing wrong. Not anything at all. I must go now, but do know this. I love you, I have always loved you, and I always will." slowly he took off the ring that belonged to her.
He had given it to her to keep, and she had given it back to him in a last dire attempted to stay.
"This is yours, take it and remember me whenever you see it." He said placing the ring by the pillow.
Slowly he walked over to the balcony doors and opened them gently. he looked back to the sleeping figure on the bed behind him.
"Good bye, my Angel of Music..." She softly whispered.
Erik sighed as he climbed down from her bedroom.
He had always wanted to be dead, and now more then anything he wanted to be alive
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