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Portrait of the Soul	By : sirenofsaturn Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sorry! I am so sorry for not updating sooner! I planned on updating on Tuesday, but I wasn’t feeling well. So, then I planned to update on Wednesday, but that was my grandfather’s 80th birthday. So hopefully you will understand that, that is an event I wont be able to celebrate for much longer. So I am sorry for not updating sooner. Thank you for all the reviews! We hit 60, and even passed it! That was well past my expectations, and Erik’s, right?
Erik: I’ll say. Moving on, Neko owns nothing but her original characters, and this stories plot. /Swings Punjab lasso/ Please read and review.
If you do, I’ll try to update by Saturday!
Erik: Chapter Ten.
Stepping swiftly Erik made his way to Mia’s room. Below the opera house he followed the familiar passageways that would lead him to below the set designer’s domain. Erik had spent a great deal of time these past twenty-four hours deciding what his decision would be. Would he bring Mia to his home? That would mean swallowing the lump of paranoia in his throat. He would be letting an outsider in. Inviting an unknown to his world of music and beauty that could also be a world of ugliness and hell. Erik had not even known his answer until he began walking towards her quarters. After he had left Mia that night he immediately left the opera house without a second thought in his head. He needed to pay a visit to another, dear friend.
Not even bothering to take a cab Erik roamed the dark streets of Paris to the flat of Nadir Khan. After giving a quick knock, the door was opened by Darius. Not even bothering to say hello, Erik pushed past the manservant and walked into the sitting room. After seeing his friend sitting in the chair by the fire Erik gave a mocking bow.
“Hello my dear Daroga.” Erik greeted. The tone of his voice reminded Nadir of a cat watching over a mouse in the distance. Erik was about to pounce, and this time his claws were not sheathed.
“Erik.” Nadir greeted nodding his head. “Why don’t you have a seat?” Trying to give his guest proper hospitality he requested that Darius bring them coffee.
“That wont be necessary, I do not plan to stay long.” Erik commanded holding up his hand. “I have some things I need to reflect on. My own personal matters, matters that I will decide upon. You see, Daroga, these matters are of my affairs, and my affairs alone.” Erik hissed.
“Erik,” Nadir stood approaching his friend. “There is no need to be so hostile, my friend.”
“Oh really?” Erik questioned. “Then what about the matter of your ear?”
“My ear?”
“Yes.” Erik replied, reaching into the easterner’s ear and pulling out his necklace. “This matter.” He addressed swinging the chain on his finger. “Looking for this?”
“As a matter of fact.” Nadir sighed. “I was.”
“Then it is my pleasure to return it to you.” Erik said placing the chain in the daroga’s hand. “Now perhaps you would do me a favor and explain something to me?”
“Yes?” The Persian gulped.
“How long have you been in the missionaries? I had no idea how much you Muslims loved to spread the word of Allah. Especially to Jewish set designers, are you that desperate?” Erik yelled.
“Now Erik.” Nadir reasoned taking a step back. “I apologize for approaching Mademoiselle Sclar. As soon as I spoke to her I realized I had made a mistake. She, she is not out to hurt you Erik.”
“Of course she isn’t!” Erik snapped. After that outburst the Persian began to notice Erik’s eyes soften slightly. “Of course she isn’t.” Erik now whispered to himself. “She isn’t out to hurt me.”
“Erik?”
The soft eyes of wonder began to fill with an emotion that Nadir dared to name excitement. “Daroga, we shall continue this discussion later. I have some things I need to take care of.”
“What sort of things?” Nadir inquired puzzled by the mood change.
“Private things. If I were you, the next time I’d go being a yenta, I would find a stronger chain for that eye!”
“Y-yenta?” Nadir stuttered.
“A name Mia has given you. It’s Yiddish. The meaning is usually reserved for old ladies who stick their noses where they do not belong.” Erik explained walking up to the door.
“Oh, you agree with her I suppose?”
“I find it rather fitting Daroga, rather fitting indeed. Good night!” Erik called closing the door behind him.
Rushing home, Erik had done his best to make his work visible and presentable. This act included putting away anything he had left out of Christine. Still taking care to put his drawings of her away, he ran into something he had not worked on in almost a month. Don Juan Triumphant. He had left the score in Christine’s room, after he had sent her away with that boy. He had thrown it on the floor of her room and then prepared himself to die. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Erik left his masterpiece were it was in the extra room. He was moving on, he told himself. Though part of his heart still ached for the past, another part of him was continually telling him to move on. It was almost a sign that something great was waiting farther down the road. Erik just had to make the journey.
Erik knocked twice on Mia’s floor waiting for her to give a reply. Hearing the pattern copied once again, Erik opened the trap door and let himself in.
Mia sat on her bed in a brown-buttoned dress, her hair pulled back into a binding French braid. “Good night.” She greeted smiling.
“Good night.” Erik replied.
“You-“ Mia started. “Did not bring your sketches…”
“No.” Erik sighed, faking memory loss. “Well…perhaps should just come see the sketches. They are in my home after all.”
“Really?” Mia smiled standing up. “You don’t mind?”
“No.” Erik answered, eyes leaving hers. “It’s rather damp below.” He warned.
Mia nodded, grabbing her shawl and petting Brian goodbye.
“Before we leave.” Erik paused.
“Yes.” Mia smiled, now standing in front of Erik.
The magician once again forced himself to break her eye contact. Seeing her confusion, Erik explained. “I feel so horrid.” He mumbled. “You have trusted me so much, but I still hesitate to open myself fully to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“My dear, you must think this terrible, but may I blindfold you?”
Watching Mia’s brow furrow, Erik knew that was the last thing she was expecting him to say. “If-if it makes you feel better…”Mia spoke. “Then go ahead.”
Erik apologized again as he unpinned his cravat. Pulling the scarf like material off of his neck he began to use it as a makeshift blindfold. Once the blinder was placed over Mia’s eyes Erik held up his hand in front of her blocked vision.
“How many fingers?”
“Three?”
“You can see.” Erik accused.
“No. Everyone always holds up three, Erik I assure you, I can not see.”
To be sure, Erik did something she would not expect him to do. The phantom stuck his tough out at her. Seeing no signs of mirth, or evidence that she had seen him, Erik was satisfied. Erik began walking when he realized, he would have to guide her. That would most likely involve touching her. Slowly Erik’s gloved hand came to rest on the bottom of her fingertips. Guiding her along silently through the trapdoor. After gently holding her to ease her down the step, Erik released her altogether.
“Can you see?” He asked.
“No.” Mia answered.
Grabbing her gently by the shoulders Erik began to spin her around in circles a few times. After stopping Mia lost her footing and fell causing Erik to reach out, to prevent her from falling. Catching her in his arms Mia gasped. “What were you doing?”
“I-if you knew what direction we were traveling…I apologize.”
Mia pushed herself away, from his grip. “Erik…if your not comfortable with this…maybe we should just forget this.”
Erik starred. Once again he had had her in his arms, preventing her from falling, and this time she had pushed away. He deserved it. She had given him her trust, and he had not even bothered to meet her half way. If he was ready to invite her to his home, then he should at least escort her right.
“No.” Erik answered. “I wont forget this.” Moving closer to her, Erik removed his cravat from her eyes. “Open your eyes Mia. I am ready for you to see.” Holding out his gloved hand once more to her. “Shall we?”
“Yes.” Mia smiled, taking his hand.
Noting to himself Erik realized the difference between Mia’s grip and Christine’s. When he led Christine to his home her grip had been weak and frail. Erik fully expected her to let go any second. Mia’s grip was stronger and confident. She held on to Erik as if knowing that he would lead her to heaven. Glancing to make eye contact, Mia’s gaze reflected wonder, as they continued to go down deeper. No fear seemed to come to her as they continued down the many passages that would lead them to the lake.
Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair. Erik thought as they approached the boat. Helping her in, he began to row them along the artificial lake. Down we plunge to the prison of my mind. Continuing to row over the inky depths Erik observed Mia. The silhouette of the house was just in view now. They were almost there. Down that path into darkness deep as hell! Pulling the boat ashore, Erik jumped out and to help Mia up. Realizing this was the moment he had been anticipating sense yesterday Erik took her hand. Escorting her to his front door Erik paused to open it.
“My dear,” He addressed letting her in. “I bring you to my domain of perfection.” Erik gestured to the drawing room. “Welcome.”
Well it took ten chapters, but Mia finally made it to Erik’s home.
Erik: In one piece you might add.
Once again I love your reviews! Please send more! I’ll try to update on Saturday! I apologize for putting a few lyrics in there, but I really felt it was appropriate. Besides I do have Down once more stuck in my head. Please review, tell me what you think, and the update will be here before you know it!
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