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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
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Aaaagghhh!” Luciano bellowed, throwing his entire breakfast plate across the dining room table when he read the news of the Baron’s death in the newspaper.

Katherine steeled herself for his fury. She had already read that particular article a hundred times over. And she blamed herself for the death of the Baron. Every instinct had told her that she was doing the right thing. And now a man was dead. How could she have been so wrong?

“We must contact the police at once!” Luciano yelled. “You realize that Phantom fiend has abducted Aurora? That is why Basil is now dead! You realize he murdered her husband and has run off with her, probably keeping prisoner in that underground tomb like he did with that opera singer?”

Luciano was so beside himself with anger and fear that he didn’t even seem to remember that his wife was supposed to know nothing about Aurora and her love affair with the Phantom.

“I admit that the murder is a horrible tragedy,” Katherine said, deciding to come to the point and be honest. “There must be some rational explanation for why things became so violent. But I do know that Aurora loves the Phantom and he loves her. That much I am sure of. If she is with him, she is with him on her own free will. I do not believe he would want her any other way.”

“What do you know about this, Katherine?” he asked suspiciously after realizing her own unspoken confession. “What do you know of the Phantom and Aurora?”

“Enough to know that I have been horribly absent from my own family,” she answered, unwilling to back down. “Enough to know that you have changed into a man I no longer know. How could you sentence our daughter to such a life with that Baron, knowing that she loved another man?”

“Arranged marriages are common, Katherine,” he shrugged as he brushed a few crumbs from his collar. “Don’t be a sentimental child!”

“You are the child, Luciano!” she answered, standing up from the table, facing his wrath with disdain. “What do you know about arranged marriages? Was ours arranged? For Heaven’s sake, you have more money than God! Look at this mansion! Look at our clothes! What need did you have to marry our daughter off to that Baron? What good is money if you have to prostitute your own child?”

“So I was supposed to let her carry on with a murderer?” he bellowed, losing his temper. “Is that what you want for her? To live a life full of events like…?” He pointed at the newspaper article. “Like this!”

“I don’t believe that the Phantom is the only murderer that Aurora has known in her life,” she answered coldly, ready to fight dirty if she had to.

For a moment, Luciano blinked and then shook his head, disbelieving what his wife had just dared to say to him.

“How do you know of all of this, Katherine?” he asked quickly, attempting to change the subject. “Did she confide in you? Did Sophia talk? Have you met this Phantom?”

She answered none of his questions.

“If you have somehow helped this Phantom kidnap our daughter,” he said with narrowed eyes, “you realize that you are an accomplice to murder?”

“And if you dare to blackmail me, I have a few stories that I could tell the police about your doings, Luciano!” she countered. “While I have been fool enough not to observe you too closely, I know that your existence has been far from a perfect one. I am sure that the police would be interested in hearing a few names that I could mention to them.”

He stared at her wide-eyed and in shock.

“I do not want to endanger our marriage, Luciano,” she said, trying to stay calm. “I do not care for things to become…unpleasant…between us. Our life together has been a happy one. But I suppose I am just reminding you about that proverb: people who live in glass houses should not cast stones. I suppose I too am in love with a murderer and have been for some time, is that not right, Luciano?”

He did not answer her.

“I do not condone the Baron’s murder,” she continued. “And I care to know very little about whatever nefarious activities you have been involved in. All I ask is for you to stay out of Aurora’s affairs. Trust the police to find the answers about the murder.”

“Those foolish policemen can’t find their way out of their own stationhouse,” he grumbled sullenly.

“That is not our dilemma, is it, Luciano?” she reminded him.

Again, he would not answer.

“Is it?” she insisted.

Luciano glared at her wickedly.

Katherine took a deep breath, standing her ground. If her husband would murder her for her insolence, so be it. She started to realize just what it meant to be a mother. Her daughter’s happiness was more precious to her than her own life.

With a small chuckle, he reached for Katherine’s hand across the table.

“Alright, my darling, Mother knows best,” he said simply.

Katherine was stunned that she had won her argument so easily.

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The Daroga and his men left to get some rest before the next step of the plan. Their work was not over. They had to insure the safe escape of Erik and Aurora to Italy.

As for Erik, he lay upon the bed, utterly exhausted yet unable to sleep. There had simply been too much excitement, even for him. And knowing that he would only have a few hours to sleep made rest that much more elusive.

“Erik,” Aurora whispered in the dark. “Are you well?”

“Just suffering a bit of insomnia, love. Get your rest. We have a long journey ahead of us.”

“I can’t sleep either,” she confided.

“The sights of Italy will be wasted on us if we’re half dead of exhaustion,” he complained as Aurora shifted about. “Do you need me to light a candle, Aurora? What are you…Oh!”

The covers had been thrown off the bed. The room was pitch black just the way Erik liked it so that he could see absolutely nothing at all. Yet he felt the sweet lips and tongue of his lover on his manhood. She must be feeling decidedly better!

“Will this help you sleep?” she teased.

“There’s one part of my anatomy very much wide awake at the moment…”

“What can the Slave Girl do to please her Master?” she teased as she swirled her tongue about.

“The Slave Girl is doing an admirable job of pleasing right now,” he grunted.

Erik was stunned that after all that Aurora had been through with that villain, she did not find the act of sex abhorrent. He had thought that she would not be intimate for some time although he knew that he would wait for her for as long as he had to.

“Are you sure you are up to this sort of thing?” he asked with concern. “You’re still so bruised and…”

His words faded off into silence when he felt her cradle his cock between her breasts. Ah, his little Slave still remembered what drove him wild! At the feel of her soft mounds against him, he came violently on her breasts. He then rubbed the juice into her skin, yearning with a sort of masculine pride to have his scent on her.

“Your turn,” he whispered.

Having her lie on her side so as not to irritate her wounds, he buried his mouth between her legs. She was very loud and enthusiastic as he leisurely teased and kissed her. When she began to come, he clenched onto her thighs tightly, not allowing her to move until he had forced every tremor out of her body.

For a while, there was only silence and gasps for breath…then a soft feminine yawn…

“Seems your devious plan worked,” he teased with a chuckle and his own answering yawn.

Their passions sated, they managed to sleep for a few hours more.

“You won’t hate me for having to leave Paris, Erik?” Aurora asked as they dressed. “This is your Opera House. You helped build it. It is your home.”

“I shall miss it,” he agreed. “And yet, I would like to see more of the world, I think. Perhaps find a different existence than the one of the Phantom of the Opera. It may be nice to go somewhere where no one has ever heard of my crimes. Where I can try to deal with my life differently and be a new man. Besides, my home is where you are.”

She stopped buttoning her gown just long enough to give him a rewarding kiss.

“What of you?” he asked. “Will you miss your family terribly?”

“I don’t know if I shall ever forgive my father for what he put me through,” she admitted. “Nor Sophia. The way both of them have assumed that they can simply manipulate my life as they see fit.”

“And what of your mother?”

“What about her?” Aurora shrugged indifferently.

“You owe her a lot,” he admitted. “More than you know. In fact, before we leave, there is one thing we must do first...”
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