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The Silent Wish	By : LaurieBaker Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 14629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Aurora had never felt so joyous and so miserable at the same time. As she lost herself in Erik’s embrace, she could not hold back her tears. Had her heart ever swelled up with so much love for another person? She never knew it was possible to be so full of emotion that she wanted to burst. And she wanted to be his wife, even if it meant living in the dark the rest of her days. If only it could be…

But she could not be so irresponsible with Erik’s safety. She had to let him go. With an inner strength she had no idea she possessed, she pushed him gently away from her. Her expression must have given her distress away as Erik’s smile fell immediately.

“Aurora, why did you pull away from me like that?” he asked. “What is wrong?”

“I said that I would love to marry you,” she confessed, trying to swallow against the lump in her throat. “But I cannot…”

Her heart broke as the light in his eyes extinguished. His naked expression of acute pain hardened into the most intense cold wrath. Backing away from her as if she were poison, he stalked towards the window of the library, preparing to leave.

“Wait, Erik…Please!” she begged.

“Why, Mademoiselle?” he responded harshly. “It seems there is nothing left to say. I have asked for your hand in marriage, and you have refused. I must say I have never seen nor heard of a profession of love turn to cold-hearted rejection quite so quickly.”

“You don’t understand!” she cried out. “I do love you!”

“But not enough to accept me as part of your life!” he raged. “I shall always just be your secret lover you come to when you are in the mood, but that is as far as it goes…After all, money and position is everything with the Sorellis, is it not? So much so that you would rather sell yourself in marriage to that cretin that you do not love rather than be with a poor wretch like me!”

“That’s not true!” Aurora sobbed as she fell to her knees, clinging to his hand. “Please! It is the Baron’s doing! Please! You must believe me!”

“The Baron’s doing?” he asked coldly.

Then she confessed everything that had happened to her since they had parted. Perhaps she was signing his death warrant by doing so, but she could not bear seeing him leave her, thinking her such a horrible person. And now that their life together seemed more of a reality, she knew that she had to take the risk for to send him away just to marry that Baron would be signing her own death warrant.

Erik seemed sympathetic, then disgusted, and then brutally enraged.

“And you think that with my life as it has been, constantly on the run from those who would like to hunt me down and kill me like a dog, that I am afraid of this Baron?”

“No, but…”

It was not the Baron Aurora was concerned about. It was her father. Yet she could not bring herself to say those horrible words, that she thought her father capable of murdering Erik if provoked.

But then she felt herself pulled tightly into Erik’s embrace.

“We love each other, Aurora,” he murmured. “I am a man who has had to fight for everything he has ever had. With a face like mine, you have to learn to fight or die. And I am willing to fight all of the demons I have to for you. Any demons at all…Come away with me tonight!”

“You really are mad!” she said with a gasp.

“Just climb out the window with me.” As he said the words, he started towards the window as if he were going to drag her along with him, no matter what her answer. “We’ll run away on Cesar and go back to my home. Then on the morrow, I shall arrange with Madame Giry to find a clergyman to wed us.”

Aurora shook her head, pulling back.

“Erik, this is too daring even for you!” she argued. “To do such a thing would be madness and suicide! Do you think that I won’t be missed at my own engagement party? All of Paris would be looking for me. And the Baron would know it was you. And they would send the authorities out to find your lair just like before! And obviously, since I have been spied on by the Baron, he knows that we meet at the Paris Opera House. And with my father involved in the search, the police would not be allowed to rest until they found you. You would be discovered and they would hang you!”

“Such an optimist,” he chuckled.

“This is no joke, Erik!” Aurora cried out harshly, beating him on his shoulders.

“All right, my love, all right…” he murmured, kissing her until she was calm again. “You are the voice of reason. We shall do nothing tonight. I need time to think things out carefully as to how we shall approach this situation.”

“There is a different option we have not discussed,” she suggested tentatively as she fingered the white collar of his shirt.

“And that is?”

“For us to run away together and leave Paris. Then we might have a chance.”

He pulled her away so that he could look in her eyes.

“You would be willing to do that?” he questioned. “You could leave your family and friends and everything here behind?”

She blanched at the idea. It would be hard, but she thought that she could do it. For after all, what good would her family and friends be to her if she were kept away from the man that she loved? What good would they be to her on her forced wedding night when she would have to tolerate the Baron’s horrid touch?

“Yes,” she uttered solemnly. “Yes, I think I could do so.”

He shook his head.

“No, my dear,” he said. “You love your family. And in time, after we have had our fill of each other and life becomes routine, you will grow to resent me for your sacrifices. And anyway, how shall I ever find a home that suits me as well as the one I have now?”

“A home always in the dark?”

“Yes.”

“You would never consider living out in the daylight?”

“Aurora,” he sighed sadly. “You have no idea of what monsters people can be to a man like me in the daylight. I have never told you of my past, of some of the abuses I have suffered over the years ever since I was a young boy…but that is for another time. I really should leave for I have tarried here far longer than is safe for either one of us.”

Pulling her close, he kissed her fiercely until she nearly fainted for lack of breath. Then they stood still, their foreheads touching.

“You are sure you love me and want to marry me?” he asked.

“Surer than anything else in my life,” she said.

“That knowledge will burn in me and keep me working furiously at a plan until our marriage is a reality. When are you supposed to marry that cur?”

She smiled slightly at his jealous intonations.

“A month from now.”

“So we have little time. I must think on the matter. Until then, remember this…”

He pulled her close and kissed her until she felt it right down to her toes before escaping through the window.

Placing her hands to her lips, Aurora gasped breathlessly. Remember that kiss? How would she ever be able to forget it?

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Sophia Sorelli had not meant to eavesdrop on her sister. Truly, she had not.

She had been worried about Aurora as she seemed to have disappeared from the party for some time. The guests were starting to ask questions. And she had recalled how wretchedly her sister had looked earlier that night. Searching about, she looked in her sister’s bedroom to see if she was ill and in bed. But there was no sign of her.

All about the mansion, she searched…until she heard the most lascivious noises coming from the library!

No, surely not! Her little innocent Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes sister was not engaging with sex with another man at her own engagement party!

Quietly, she pressed her ear close to the door. Oh, the sort of noises she was hearing was making her squirm naughtily. Whoever it was in there was a lucky woman, no question about it. She would have to decide which one of her escorts of the night was the handsomest and ask him to take her back to her Paris Opera dormitory in his carriage. And then she would not so subtly ask him if he would like to come up to her room with her. But she was quite sure that no matter which man she picked, he could not compare with this veritable stallion in the library!

When it was over, she heard fervent whispers. At one point, the whispers became softly spoken words. Yes, that was her sister, Aurora, in there. She was certain of it.

Sophia had to cover her hand with her mouth to keep from laughing. That little devil! She truly had underestimated Aurora’s wiliness.

And curiosity was burning at her as to who this Romeo was.

She suspected that he would not dare exit through the hallway, but would probably leave out of the window of the terrace.

Returning to the ballroom, she quickly chose the best looking suitor, Jacques Dupré, to walk with her out in the garden. She led the way to the bench right outside of the library where she would catch the lover in the act. It was deucedly hard to concentrate as Jacques was all hands, trying to feel her breasts under her evening gown and reaching up her skirts. It was quite a balancing act to kiss him just enough to keep him with her on the bench, but slapping him away just enough so that she was not completely distracted from her purpose.

Finally, the window opened.

She saw a man exit, quick as a large cat. He was dressed all in black, with a hat and large cape. Yet as she strained to see his face, that was when she saw it…the ivory white of a half mask! And when she saw that mask, memories assailed her. She remembered that horrid evening when the chandelier fell down upon the audience’s heads and all of the destruction wreaked from that night. But she also recalled her fearful glance of the Phantom of the Opera himself as he whisked Christine Daae deep down into the hell of his underground home.

No, it could not be! Aurora had not given her purity away to that fiend! She had not been having a liaison all of this time with the man who had killed her lover, Philippe de Chagny!

“Is anything wrong, my dear?” the foolish Jacques asked in her ear.

“Oh, leave me alone!” she snapped as she gingerly removed his hand from her knee, rose from the bench and ran into the house.

As she went into a guest bedroom to try to recover herself, she was still trying to digest the secret that she had just learned. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she recalled her own grief when Philippe had been found dead. How could her sister be so disloyal to her? How could she stand to be with that monster?

And yet, she tried to give her sister the benefit of the doubt. After all, Christine Daae, by all accounts, had been an innocent Catholic girl, practically as pure as a nun. Yet under the Phantom’s influence, she had been lured down into that pit with him to do God only knows what. And she had sung the most lewd sort of lyrics in his obscene opera the night of her abduction. Everyone who had seen that shocking display could see the animal lust burning in Christine’s eyes.

Obviously, the Phantom was capable of corrupting Aurora just as thoroughly. Especially since her sister was trusting and loving to a fault. So Sophia tried to just excuse her behavior as naivete.

Nonetheless, Sophia knew that she could not live with herself if she watched her sister consort with an insane murderer and do nothing about it. Why, once the beast had tired of her, she might find herself strung up in a noose!

She would have to talk to Papa as soon as possible!
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