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Somewhere only We belong to	By : InfernalParadise Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here comes the second chapter. Either I'm a terrible writer or you guys are pretty lazy with reviewing. So, please review - whatever you write or however you may judge that chapter... just review, please! Thx a lot!! And a big thank you to Anna - you have no idea how much your review meant to me!! ^_^
Maybe my Erik's not exactly the one from the movie, but I believe that anyone has a soft side somewhere deep inside himself, and given the fact how Erik writes music and how passionate he's about anything he does, it seems weird to me to show him as a cruel, cold monster with no true emotions. He just needs the right person he can trust...
Disclaimer: As usual, only Seraphine belongs to me. I mean, why should I ever let it slip that I'm keeping Erik locked in my bedroom?!?! Don't worry... he's fine there... ;)
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Chapter 2
Facing first Troubles

It took Madame Giry exactly four minutes before she closed the door of the little room behind her, carefully convincing herself that Erik had returned to his dark world after having accompanied Seraphine back.
"Good Lord, child – I was worrying about you madly!", she scolded her foundling, but softened her voice as she noticed the young woman’s honest regret, "I can only hope you know what you’re doing."
Seraphine’s eyes opened widely at those words.
"You knew?"
"Oh yes, I did. The day when Erik got struck by jealousy for the first time, I already knew that nothing would stay the same", her substitute mother explained, "It was easy to spread the rumor that the Phantom had fallen in love with Christine, but I’m glad it’s over by now. Christine may still be a child and naïve… however, I couldn’t have told made up stories anymore."
"But why didn’t you ever let me know the truth?", the disbelief in Seraphine’s voice got joined by annoyance.
"Because", Madame Giry let out a deep sigh as she sat down on the old chair next to the door, "we all know the Phantom of the Opera… dangerous, very hard to calm down when in rage, unpredictable and not hesitating to get what it wants. Did you already forget what happened to Joseph Buquet yesterday?"
"No", Seraphine shook her head.
"Aren’t you afraid?"
"I’ve never feared Erik, mother", it was very rare that she actually addressed Madame Giry that way, "And he has never ever threatened me although I can recall several situations that would have tempted him to do so."
"There’s not much sense in trying to tell you that you shouldn’t, then", Madame Giry took a deep breath before she got onto her feet again, "Don’t let the others know. You have my word that no one will hear a single comment about it from me, but there are many curious eyes in this Opera. It could endanger both your lives… perhaps even more."
"I’ll be careful, I promise."
With a slight nod Madame Giry stepped through the door, stopping in the middle of her movement all of a sudden.
"And cover your neck the next few days, Seraphine", she told her daughter, followed by a wink, "People may think you’ve been bitten by our Opera Ghost otherwise…"
The door was shut quietly, but it took Seraphine a little time until she actually realized that Madame Giry obviously knew all too well what Erik and herself had been doing. She wasn’t sure if to blush or grin because of that fact, deciding at last that a bath would be the best.

Coming back from the common bathroom she shared with some ballerinas, Seraphine found an utterly nervous Christine sitting on her bed.
"What happened?"
Her in some kind sister-like friend blushed madly before an answer came back finally.
"Raoul… he asked me to… to marry him, Seraphine", Christine’s eyes brightened up all of a sudden, "Raoul De Chagny wants me to be his wife."
"Oh, honey, that’s great", both fell into each other’s arms at her words, "What did you say?"
At that question the sorrow returned on Christine’s face.
"I told him that his feelings are responded, but…", she trailed off to break into tears. It caused Seraphine pain to see the young girl in a state like this. After all, she felt responsible for her as she did with Meg and had done with Erik until her different approach to him. Raised like four siblings, divided into two groups of light and shadow, she thought bitterly. Where had the days of childish innocence and happy minds gone? Did it really already lay that far behind them?
"What did you tell Raoul?", Seraphine tried once more, this time being successful.
"That as much as I want to be his wife, it can never be. He won’t let me go… he’s always there. And he always knows what I’m doing. I fear for Raoul’s sake, Seraphine!"
The singer clung to her almost four years older sister as tears fell down her face.
"Who, Christine? Who won’t ever let you go?", Seraphine asked with a frown.
Christine looked up, her eyes wide opened.
"The Phantom."
It was nothing more than a whisper, still Seraphine could hear the fear in those two words. To see Christine in such a fragile, scared state filled her with guilt. And the worst about it was that she couldn’t tell her the truth, though. At least not yet. Instead, she had to come up with some soothing words that would calm down the young singer.
"Does Madame Giry know about you and Raoul?"
"I didn’t tell her, but I’m sure she knows. Raoul had been talking to her before."
"Alright, then listen to me, Christine. We’ll see what Madame Giry can do. She’s been knowing the Phantom better than the rest of us. If anyone can help you, it’s her. And trust me, she’ll try her very best. But until we know more, you should try staying close to Raoul… just for both your safety. Tell Raoul to not rush things – either with you nor the Phantom. Do you understand, Christine?"
"Yes… yes, I do understand. Oh, thank you so much – where would I be without you?", the young singer broke into tears again – this time because of joy – and hugged Seraphine thankfully. It was good she couldn’t see the young woman’s face while doing so for her look would have scared her no doubt.

Long after Christine’s depart, Seraphine found herself still sitting on her bed, staring into the candle light that painted dancing shadows on the wall. She should have already gone to sleep, she knew, but there was no rest to be found as her mind was occupied with so many thoughts. A sudden quiet, yet strong knock on her room’s door made her frown, and for a second she worried that it might be a complete drunk Buquet as it had been in many nights of the past. But Joseph Buquet was dead and would never again bother her or the other girls, the sudden realization came to her mind. Assuming it could be Christine plagued by nightmares, she got up from her comfortable bed and opened the door. No one stood there, only darkness tried to creep into her room to menace the little flickering candle. Stepping forward, Seraphine suppressed an annoyed sigh and looked around. Her mind must have played her a trick at this late hour, she finally decided, until all of a sudden two strong hands grabbed her, one clamping over her mouth to muffle a possible sound, the other going around her neck with a firm grip. Seraphine was pushed back into her room, the door was shut in a quick, but quiet move and the little candle gave its desperate fight up and went out to let darkness take over. Only then, the hand that covered her mouth was replaced by a pair of soft lips, pressing a longing kiss to her own.
"Are you mad? You scared the hell out of me!", Seraphine hissed as she pushed Erik away.
"I’m used to scaring people", his voice came out of the dark, before he lit the small candle again.
Seraphine wanted to look away in anger, but she found herself unable at Erik’s sight. Dressed in black and wearing his black mask that didn’t only cover the half of his face, he seemed to give the word sin a new meaning. If this was what the devil himself looked like, she would give him her soul day after day freely and happily.
"Did you lose your voice?", Erik’s amused voice brought her back from her wild thoughts about him.
"Gods, you’re handsome", was all she managed to say before she grabbed his half opened black blouse and crashed her lips to his in a passionate kiss.
"I missed you", Erik whispered between kisses, "I already missed you before you were gone."
"I’ll never be really gone, love…"
Forgotten were the worries about Christine as well as her guilty mind. His hands found their way to free her from her night clothes, gliding over the new exposed skin so sensually that both their desire was pushed only further. They stumbled into bed, Erik’s body on top of hers as he let his fingers play with her hair. He wanted her even more than during last night, needed her to hold him close to her warm skin.
"We have to be quiet or Madame Giry will kill us both", Seraphine said with disappointment in her voice. Understandingly, Erik gave a small nod before capturing her lips again, not able nor willing to wait any longer.
And quiet they were, indeed, making tender love, drowning their sounds of pleasure in long, intense kisses until exhaustion caused them to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

"You get up this very moment, young lady!", Madame Giry’s angry voice woke both lovers with a start. It was already long after morning, but the curtains didn’t allow much daylight in.
"Rehearsal starts in twenty minutes and you’re not even presentable in the least! As for you, Erik…", the elder woman sighed when she saw the Phantom without its mask. During a long silence, both just looked at each other, not quite wanting to say a word.
"Yes, Madame Giry?", Erik finally asked, a tempting smile around his lips.
"Help Seraphine – I need to assist the ballerinas with dressing", his substitute mother told him, accompanied by another sigh before leaving the room, but returning two seconds later, "And for God’s sake… put powder on your neck, child! Perhaps it could also be recommendable to not look that exhausted… Which can be said about you as well by the way, Erik!"
Seraphine grinned at her mother’s words when she was finally gone. It didn’t take her long until she had found the clothes for her stage character that had exactly four words to say before Christine’s most difficult aria started: "The King is calling". Still, she simply loved to be a part of an Opera production as everything owned so much fascination.
Erik had dressed meanwhile, wearing his mask again to now be confronted with the task to help Seraphine doing her corset. His very first encounter with female clothes to close and not open asked a lot of him, indeed.
"You’re hardly breathing", he suddenly stated in surprise as he was done with almost half the lacings.
"Because you wouldn’t be able to bind it otherwise."
"Why do women suffer so much for an unnatural slim body?", Erik asked, giving a sigh, "You’re beautiful without… in fact, you’re at your most beautiful without any clothes at all."
His compliment caused a slight blush to creep over her face.
"Thank you", she mumbled, before he tore a bit too violently on the lacings, "That hurts!"
"Forgive me", his fingers got faster as their work progressed, "It’s already the final one."
Meanwhile Seraphine had tried to cover the marks on her neck with powder, but had decided soon that it was harder than expected.
"When did you do that?", she pointed to the left side of her neck that showed a huge bite.
Erik looked up for a second before concentrating on his work again.
"How am I supposed to know? There you are. I’m done!"
Turning her around in a quick move, he placed his hands on her hips, pressing a loving kiss to her lips.
"You are beautiful", he stated and took the powder out of her hand to help her, "I do remember this one, though. It happened during the seventh love-making of our first night."
"Dear God, did you truly count?"
"Only until that time… afterwards I have to confess I was too distracted. How does that look like?"
Spinning her around, they both looked at their reflection in the mirror. Erik draped one hand over her chest while the other went around Seraphine’s waist. He could have made love to her already again like this, wanting to watch themselves in the mirror as they would do. But it had to wait until rehearsal was over.
"Seraphine?", Christine’s voice called her from the other side of her room’s door.
"Just a moment!", Seraphine told her, pushing Erik’s hands away that glided temptingly across her body, "You better go on stage without me since it’ll take me a few more minutes."
"Are you alright?"
"Yes… but I still have to arrange some things with my clothes. Don’t worry!"
Please don’t open the door to check on me, Seraphine prayed silently. Apparently, however, Christine was content with her reply as her foot steps disappeared.
"For God’s sake, take your hands off me!", with a forceful movement she grabbed Erik’s wrists only to feel his lips attacking her already tortured enough neck.
"Don’t – you’ll smear the powder…"
"I’ll be careful, I promise."
"The last time you told me that we ended… well, on you organ in fact, doing things you normally don’t do there."
Erik pulled back to look at her, his eyes flashing as he remembered their first night.
"I can’t remember having heard any complain. Although", a thoughtful expression appeared on his face, "you were quite vocal then."
Seraphine knew she should have blushed at his words, but the memory was so pleasant that no smart answer came to her mind. Partly, she put the blame on Erik who looked amazingly menacing, yet passionate at the same time with his black mask, but she knew that she herself was no innocent lamb, either, thus she raised one hand to caress the side of his neck.
"I love you so much", those simple words caused a change of mood somewhere deep inside Erik. The lust in his blood calmed down again to reveal a rather vulnerable feeling once more: love. With a small laugh he drew Seraphine to himself and hugged her tightly, inhaling the scent of her body as if it were the last time he could do so.
"And I love you, my angel… I love you even more", he murmured into her ear over and over again, eliciting small purrs from her throat. Finally he pulled away, stroked over her hair and pressed a gentle, yet longing kiss to her lips.
"Go", he told her, feeling able to release her at least for a while as long as he knew she’d always return to him.
"You know", she said with a knowing smile as she laid a hand on the doorknob, "I might not come back. It’s dangerous these days in the Opera…"
But Erik simply shook his head.
"I don’t believe in all those stories about the Phantom."
"Such a pity… I heard he’s an amazing lover", Seraphine replied with fake remorse, letting Erik standing alone in her room.
An amazing lover, he thought as her foot steps faded, developing a content smile. Who would have thought the Opera Ghost would ever receive a compliment like that?

Rehearsal went satisfyingly well although it didn’t calm down the conductor nor Firmin or André at all as they were nervous wracks, terrified of the premiere the following day. But Madame Giry was content with her ballerinas and Christine’s singing – at least as far as she was able to judge about it – thus she gave all of them the day off, not before reminding them to spend their time wisely, thought, since she didn’t want any drunk or exhausted ballerina on stage the next day.
Just as Madame Giry wanted to rush off, Seraphine and Christine caught her right in time to talk to her. They chose a dark, lonely corridor – one of many of the Opera in fact – near the stage, before Christine finally raised her voice quietly, but still loudly enough for all three of them to understand.
"Madame Giry, I know this may not be the best time to ask, but did you already talk to him?"
"Him?", her more or less mother asked, suppressing her confusion when she noticed Seraphine mouthing the words "Erik loves Christine".
"The Phantom."
"Oh, the Phantom", Madame Giry nodded, one hand on her hip, "I only found little time, but…"
"Where is he?", an utterly enraged Raoul De Chagny stormed up towards the three women, "Tell me where he is and I swear to God I’ll kill him!"
"You will be relieved to hear, Monsieur, that the Phantom showed itself willing to leave Christine to you."
"What?"
Both Raoul and Christine stared at Madame Giry in sheer disbelief.
"You heard right. I have to admit it was no easy conversation at all…"
Since it never took place in fact, Seraphine added in her thoughts, suddenly developing the feeling of being watched. When she looked over her shoulder, however, no one was there except for a few weak lights on the corridor’s wall that created an even creepier effect around them.
"… but the Phantom is no fool. Still, I commend you to stay away from him the next days. It surely wasn’t an easy decision for him to make and I wouldn’t dare to annoy him after he has shown so much understanding for you both."
"Clearly", Raoul admitted with a nod Seraphine didn’t like at all, taking Christine’s hand.
"And it is also you we have to thank", he said then to his future wife’s friend, "for I heard that it has been your idea to let Madame Giry talk to that monster."
The despising tone of his voice made Seraphine cringe with anger deep inside, still she managed to give a smile. In a certain way she truly didn’t envy Christine for that noble, prissy boy who’s mind was on things that had nothing to do with her own reality. But as long as he made Christine happy, she wouldn’t ever try to ruin what they had.
"My dear, we should have dinner to celebrate", Raoul offered his arm to the young singer who accepted with a smile. The look on Madame Giry’s face as she watched the two lovers walking away showed not even half as much joy as Christine’s had done before.
"Let us hope it really was the right decision", she said then more to herself, stroking Seraphine’s cheek with motherly love, "They are both so young and unaware of the world outside. Sometimes I wish Christine would be more like you… not that fragile and naïve as she’s always been."
"Thank you."
"It is my duty as the mother I’ve been trying to be since the day I found you, I believe", Madame Giry replied.
"Fondest thanks, indeed", a voice came from the darkness, revealing its owner a few seconds later when Erik stepped forward, "I almost believed we’ve truly had this conversation. So I’m giving Christine up. My heart is broken."
His sarcastic words, accompanied by a dramatic gesture of Erik’s left hand, forced a sigh from Madame Giry’s lips.
"You’re welcome", she only said, but raised a hesitant arm to lay it on his shoulder. Actual touches between herself and Erik had always been rare, yet that very moment the one little movement counted more that anything else of the past. Madame Giry couldn’t resist to give him a warning look afterwards, though.
"Please remember that Seraphine has to be on stage tomorrow evening – awake and well!"
"You have my word that she will be", Erik bowed slightly to her, watching in amusement as the elder woman took her leave, but not before releasing a hearty sight.
"My dear, we should have dinner to celebrate", he offered Seraphine his arm, repeating Raoul’s words in a mocking tone, causing her to grin when he kept on behaving like an arrogant aristocrat on their way down to his realm beneath the Opera.

But dinner turned out not as pleasant as expected for Seraphine didn’t even try a single bite. Erik glanced down at the food in front of them, sighing. He had stolen the most delicious parts from the Opera kitchen and it hurt him to see it untouched.
"Are you still with me?", he asked Seraphine maybe a bit too loud, startling her so much that she spilt her glass of wine.
"I’m sorry, Erik", she said with remorse, while trying to avoid further damage, but the wine was already all over the table, "I’m terribly sorry…"
"One would think you’re somewhere else", he replied and got up to take her arm, forcing her to raise.
"Where are you with your thoughts tonight?", he wanted to know as he brushed the backside of his hand against her cheek, missing the little content smile she normally gave at that touch.
"Raoul", the reply came instead, and Erik’s face turned into a cold, stone-like grimace. For the first time in years, Seraphine truly felt fear at the sight in front of her. Before she could raise her voice to explain, he suddenly knocked down the table with all its food and precious wine in a fit of rage.
"The Viscomte, then", he spat at her, grabbing her arms almost painfully, pushing her against the cold wall of his underground realm. Oh no, jealousy wasn’t alien to him, Seraphine told herself at the burning in his eyes, yet she wished she’d have never experienced it in such a way.
"This perfect rich boy… What’s so different about him? Let me guess, his beautiful face", with that Erik ripped his mask off to reveal the deformation. In all his fury, it suddenly seemed as terrifying as the rest of him.
"What else? Maybe he’s a nice, romantic lover by all means while this monster", he pointed at his face, "just stills its animalic needs, isn’t it?"
Erik leaned forward to talk into Seraphine’s ear as he cupped one of her breast possessively, pressing his body against her to let her feel his arousal.
"He wouldn’t ever touch you like that", his bittersweet voice made her shiver – this time definitely in fear and not want, and she knew he was well aware of it, "but most of all he would never dare touching you that way…"
One hand released her wrist from its iron grip to slide down her body and press forcefully between her legs, pushing her beyond understanding for his behavior. The next moment Erik received a painful slap against the deformed side of his face.
"Just so you know", Seraphine’s voice sounded cold, hurting him way more than her hand had done, "I was worrying about Raoul probably still planning to get rid of you because I couldn’t bear having you killed, you damned, idiotic bastard!"
Erik stared at her in disbelief. No one had ever dared talking nor acting against him like that. Probably because no one would have survived anyway, but yet here she was, not caring about the choice of her words nor who she was talking to.
"And if you could remove your hand", she pointed down at his hand still between her legs, "I’d highly appreciate it."
Almost immediately he withdrew, and she walked past him to pick up one of the wine bottles that had survived the former crash. With one movement of her hand that showed both her anger and frustration, she opened it and took a few gulps, throwing the still filled bottle carelessly away afterwards.
"I’m going to bed", Seraphine suddenly stated, but didn’t even glance at Erik’s direction.

He watched her disappearing into the bedroom, until he woke from his almost traumatized condition. Only now it dawned on him how much he had risked losing her, yet she was still with him, even if her mood were on declaring war on him. With one last glance at the chaos he had created, Erik followed her to find her sitting on the bed in nothing more but undergarment, looking at some of his note sheets.
"You were right, by the way", she mentioned like a comment about the weather, "Raoul does have a beautiful face. It’s neither scarred nor deformed. It’s just… perfect."
Seraphine rose to stand a few steps away from him and never before had she been that beautiful to him. With a defeated sigh, Erik bowed his head when her fingers cupped his face to force him directing his look at her.
"I’d rather die lonely in a convent than having such a disgusting perfect aristocrat touching me", she said, her eyes never leaving his.
A single tear ran down his cheek to be followed by more as he took her hand in his, their fingers entwining.
"Forgive me… Please forgive me", he whispered hoarsely, not caring anymore about showing his tears at that point. With a soothing sound she pulled him against her. Seraphine’s hands stroked his back in a reassuring way as he buried his face in her hair, too weak to raise his voice.
"I love you more than words can express", he finally brought out, though, and she loosened her embrace to look at him.
"You already showed it with more than words, Erik."
She kissed his forehead while one hand lingered on his face’s bad side.
"And now come to bed. I need help with the corset anyway."
A smile crossed his face at her wink.
"Curse this corset", he mumbled, sitting behind her onto the bed and letting his fingers do the work they appreciated most. Finally freed of her clothes, Seraphine didn’t even look at Erik, but lay down on her stomach, tugging at the silky blanket until only her back and shoulders were left uncovered, and resting her head on both her arms. Erik discarded his own clothes before laying down next to her. His hands slid over the soft flesh he adored so much, making Seraphine turning her head to face him.
"I could never choose Raoul over you", she said with seriousness in her voice, "I could never choose anyone else over you at all."
"I love you."
Her hand came up to stroke over his face.
"And for those three words I’ll always be yours."
"I am free to do with you however I please then, I suppose…"
But Seraphine only smiled and turned her head the other side again. Almost hesitantly Erik moved onto her, enjoying the warm skin of her backside against his body. She moaned softly when he moved his hips to show what he intended to do and kissed her neck from above. Her impatient movements beneath him drove him insane, but he continued his gentle caressing nonetheless, until he couldn’t resist anymore himself. Letting his hands glide over the side of her body, he entered her so slowly that her protesting moans rose once again.
"You’re mine", he whispered into her ear and a shiver of her body caused him as much delight as Seraphine herself, "and I intend to behold you forever."
"Promise?"
Slowly he began to move inside her, never taking his lips from her neck and shoulders.
"I do, my angel."
The speed of his gentle thrusts never increased and Seraphine got used to his unusual slow pace, enjoying the intensity and the feeling of him being so close to her. Her first climax came swiftly, causing Erik to moan as her body tensed around him, but when she experienced her second shortly afterwards, both were astonished about the duration of it. Endless waves of pleasure coursed through her body, only to let her feel Erik’s movements more intense than before. They were truly one – not just in body, but also in soul, he realized when he placed a kiss on the skin between her shoulder blades. Slowly his own climax neared and he lifted Seraphine’s body just enough to slip one hand under her breasts and the other one between her legs. The reply to his caressing fingers was his name moaned out in the most beautiful way he could have ever dreamt of. Burying himself deep inside her, they reached their peak almost at the same time, her finger knuckles turning white because of the forceful grip she had on the bed sheet beneath her. When the waves of pleasure had subsided, Erik rolled onto his back next to her and she curled up against him before he even found himself able to do anything else than catching his breath. Their bodies glistered in the few candle lights around them, and Erik closed his eyes when Seraphine placed a kiss on the side of his neck.
"I find I want to be beheld by you forever", she whispered into his ear then, watching him smiling in bliss. After a while he finally opened his eyes again, finding her still looking down on him, while her left hand caressed his face.
"I don’t know why I deserve you", he admitted in a quiet tone.
But she sealed his lips with a slow, yet impassioned kiss.
"Because of anything, Erik. And because I love you."
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