~*PotO Rp*~ Need a Piangi and Buquet!

[Aniwan]

Erik had watched with hateful eyes as Christine's tears hit the floor. How dare they? If they were truely her friends, they would try to understand. Not to mention the fact that it was none of thier business in the first place. Since when had they the right to know where she was, as well as know who she had been with? She didn't have to say a word, and because she trusted them, she was hurt.

"Perhaps it's time to take matters into our own hands, Miss Daae..." The figure in the shadows said to himself quietly as the two 'friends' walked away.

Erik noted to himself the little bounce in Meg's step as she went with the Vicomte, not to mention the little smile in the corner of his mouth. His eyes narrowed at them, disgusted. He turned towards Christine, his heart melted at the sight. He was about to make a bold decision, and he could care less at this point. If Christine needed someone to confide in, then he would be that man. She needed someone she could trust, and he was willing to do something uncharacteristic of hismelf in order to gain it.

Erik stepped out into the light and headed towards Christine...  

[Xela_Kitten]

(( Glad your back Aniwan! Urm....to make this easier....I'm just going to assume that Meg walked with Raoul as they talked and is now on her way to see Madame Giry to tell her that Raoul will be at the show tonight....and speaking of show....what show are we gonna do this time? Don Juan? I dunno....Maybe I'm just thinking too much and maybe the events wont even have a show....ANYWAYS sorry about the ramble there sweatdrop ))

Christine was still on the ground, her face in her hands, leaning against the door, trying to collect herself. She had heard part of Meg and Raoul's conversation before they had turned the corner, and it hurt her the way they talked about her. They talked as if she were crazy. She only wished she could say something to make them understand. Slowly, very slowly, she wiped her tears away with her hands and held them in her lap, she opened her eyes and saw close to her, a pair of black, shining shoes. At first she thought it was Raoul, wanting to talk to her, but she would have heard his steps, but it couldn't have been Raoul's feet, she rarely saw black on him, even if it were only his shoes. Christine hesitantly raised her eyes, she saw black pants, black tailcoat, black cape, and a black vest. She didn't have to see his mask to know who he was. There was only one person she knew who wore black all the time, even when he wasn't in mourning. She gasped and stood up quickly, whiping the last of her tears away. She looked into his face with distress in her eyes said in a worried whisper,

"Erik why have you come here? They'll find you and kill you if they see you!"  

[Aniwan]

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[Erin Sovenya]

((If thats what Erik wants... o_~ ))

As soon as he and Meg parted, Raoul stopped. He felt terrible, leaving Christine in tears like that. He had been angry, yes, but she hadn't deserved that, especially not from him. What he had said had been true, but he shouldn't have been so harsh about it. And ganging up on her with Meg probably hadn't made it any easier. Should he go back? His first thought was yes, go back to her, apologize, make it all better. Yet another part of him said no, that as long as she was blinded by Erik's mystery and passion it would do no good. He'd just end up on the wrong end of a lasso while Christine went on thinking the ghost was pure and innocent and misunderstood. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, sighing. Drawing a deep breath, he turned back towards Christine's room.

Right before he turned the corner, he heard Christine's voice,"Erik why have you come here? They'll find you and kill you if they see you!" He barely had time to register the hurt he felt that she assumed he would kill on sight but not Erik when the Phantom replied, "There's no need to worry."

Raoul almost burst around the corner and flung himself at the man. Almost. But he stopped himself. He wanted to see the Phantom when he wasn't in a murderous rage, (as he always seemed to be when Roaul saw him. Strange how that had worked out) but as the man Christine saw him to be.

Carefully, he peered around the corner. dressed all in black, his competition looked like a shadow that had decided to detach instelf from the wall. Raoul couldn't deny that the Phantom had presence. He felt a stab of jealousy as Christine's tears dried up under his gaze and the shadows swallowed them up once more.

Deep in thought, he walked to where Christine had been sitting only moments before. Things weren't as they had seemed, he realized, running a hand over the wet spot Christine's tears had made. He walked back into Christine's dressing room, closed the door, and sat down. He needed to think.  

[Xela_Kitten]

Christine's tears dried up almost instantly after she had been reassured by Erik's love filled kiss. She was so swept away in the passion of the moment, she didn't even have the slightest idea that the handsome head of the Victome was peeking at her and Erik from just around the corner.

It was moments like this that made Christine wonder why Raoul and Meg couldn't see the Erik she saw. Christine knew that Erik could loose his temper sometimes, but isn't that what Raoul and Meg just did to her? She could understand where they were coming from, however. If Raoul had been taken away by some mysterious and slightly suductive lover, she would be jealous and worried too. But....but those thoughts rarely went through Miss Daae's mind. She was too busy worrying about why Raoul and Meg and the rest of the Opera Populaire for that matter didn't trust her to go off on her own for a little while.  

[Aniwan]

Erik broke the kiss and trailed his hand up to her cheek. He caressed her face gently, his eyes locked with hers. He couldn't ask for anymore. She was here, in his arms, exchanging mystifying looks and kisses with him. What more could he ask for? He didn't want to let her go, but he knew that he couldn't take her away tonight, for she was to preform in Don Giovanni. He was looking forward to watching her from Box 5...if Raoul would mind his manners and leave it open for his use.

"Mon nenuphar petit, you must return to your room and prepare for the show. I will be waiting for you behind the curtain once you're ready. Go now, mon cherri. Do not keep your crowd waiting." His kissed her once more before sliping behind a secret doorway.  

[Xela_Kitten]

Aniwan

((Well, it's just a name. No meaning in particular, but I'm glad you like it.^^))

(( Lillies are my favoritest flowers ever ^_^))

Christine was really quite enjoying the kiss, but all of the sudden, Erik was gone again. It was almost like the shadows of the wall had swallowed him up forever, but she knew he would be back, even in the mystified state she was in. She slowly shook her head, trying to shake off the weakness in her knees from that kiss. Erik was right. She should go get ready. She had to be prepared when the curtain came up. She was not prepared of what she saw after she had slowly walked back to her room, opened the door with her delicate hand, and saw Raoul sitting in her room. she let out a small gasp, her free hand moving swiftly to her mouth. She took a step into the room and slowly closed her door behind her. She then stepped lightly, her black dress still on her from the night before swishing behind her, over to where her childhood playmate sat and sat at his feet.

"Raoul..." she began "I thought....you were angry with me and...." she tripped over her words slightly "and had left with Meg..."