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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
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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Happy New Year! Did everyone have a good holiday? A nice break from work and classes? I hope everyone’s holiday went well, because now it is all over…
Erik: I get the feeling you’re not terribly disappointed.
…Not really, thank you so much for all the reviews! Keep them coming! Please remember I own nothing but any original characters and this fiction based plot.
Erik: Stealers will be prosecuted by death by Punjab
Chapter twenty-five
Erik could feel himself slowly being pulled out of slumber by gentle caressing.
“Erik?” Mia spoke softly. “Darling? I need you to wake up.”
Without even opening his eyes, the phantom wrapped his arm around the artist’s waste pulling her down to lie next to him. “Why would I want to do that?” Erik spoke into Mia’s hair.
“I need you to take me back today. I need to speak with the managers about December’s events.”
“My dear,” Erik sighed. “That can wait till later can it not? I was planning on spending some more time here with you.”
“Sleeping the day away.” Mia inquired sitting up.
“…No.”
“Well then…” Mia replied, beginning to dress. “If you wish to continue last night’s performance…I fear it will have to be an evening show.”
“Mia,” Erik reasoned, “Every December the managers give the cast and crew of the opera time for a holiday. The only performances will be the poor over worked orchestra playing those damnable holiday songs over and over.”
“Then I would like to make sure myself, just in case they changed their minds.” Mia assured. “Say they did, I could lose my job for not showing up and knowing about it.”
Erik laughed, “My dear, with simply one letter to the management, you will have an iron clad contract for life if you wish.”
Mia was buttoning her last button when she paused to look at her lover. “Erik.” Mia began walking up to look into his sunken eyes. “I got this job on my own…I can keep it on my own as well. I do not need your assistance. Please promise me you will never do such a thing?”
“My dear, you have no idea how much I hate making promises…One might forget in a moment of urgency. Besides, I know how important your career is to you.”
“Erik.”
“The mangers know how rare your talent is, you career will never be jeopardized.”
“Please.”
“…I promise.”
“Thank you.” Mia smiled embracing him. “Now if you would please get dressed and take me back I would be most grateful.”
After returning Mia back to her room, Erik took to the streets before returning home. He normally hated the very idea of venturing out into the daylight. However, with the cold air of December the Parisian streets were nearly disserted. Keeping the hood of his cloak pulled up, no soul that passed him would even notice the mask.
Retracing the steps he had taken many of time, Erik found himself outside the middle class flat, which was Jules’s home. Making a brief knock on the door Erik turned away incase Madam Bernard was the one who answered. Erik tried to avoid her as best he could ever since the incident regarding Jules’s middle child falling down the stairs.
To his relief, the door was answered by Jules himself. “Ah, Monsieur. I was just wondering how I was going to give the train passes to you. You did not say when to meet.”
“Forgive me, I was preoccupied that day. So I can assume that you have already acquired the train arrangements so quickly?”
“Yes, Monsieur.” The Belgian replied, reaching into his coat pocket. “Here. I hope your travel is safe and warm. I hear Russia is terribly colder than France.”
“It is.” Erik sighed. “However, I am no stranger to it. I spent many years in Russia. It will be a relief going back to a country were few people pry.” Bidding his goodbye, Erik began his way back to the opera house. ‘But first I must deliver a message’
After reaching the Rue de Rivoli he was immediately shown in to Nadir’s flat by Darius.
“Quite a surprise to see you here in the day time.” Nadir commented taking a seat across from Erik near the fire.
“It is not as thought I am some sort of vampire from the legends. I just prefer night’s cloak around my shoulders.” The phantom commented.
“So today is an exception why?” Nadir inquired taking a sip of coffee.
“I have come to tell you myself that I will not be able to keep our weekly meetings until January.” The masked man informed.
“Oh?” The Daoga raised an eyebrow. “Going out of town for the holidays?” he joked.
“Out of country actually.” He replied, taking a sip of the offered drink.
“What?”
Erik sighed reclining back into the chair. “Mia’s only family lives in Russia. They miss her terribly, and wanted her home for Chanukah. I was so surprised that Mia would even extend an invitation to me to accompany her…What else could I have done but except.” He shrugged.
“Does her family know you are coming?”
“I do not know if Mia has even mentioned me in her letters. I doubt she has written very much since our meeting…Wont that be a surprise to her poor mother?”
“Seeing how Mademoiselle Sclar reacts to everything leads me to believe that her family would have to be the same-“
“Daroga. I do not need your assurance…I do not know what this meeting will hold. But if it’s what she wishes.” Erik whispered to himself. “It is getting late, I need to meet Mia soon. Good-bye Nadir. You will take care till the new year, I trust?”
“Yes, if you will.”
“We shall see.” The phantom sighed putting on his hat.
“Erik? If there is anything I could do for you or Mademoiselle Sclar…it would not be a burden.”
“I do not need your charity or advice to keep us content…However, Daroga…there is one thing.”
Standing in the doorway of his home, Erik watched Mia slowly un-pin her hair. “I am not asking you to say anything my dear.”
“Then I wont.” The artist smiled, shaking out the dark locks gently.
“However, you do know I was right.” Erik reminded.
“Yes,” Mia sighed walking towards the architect and putting a hand on each cheek. “You were right Erik. The management does not need me until next year. Only the orchestra will be employed till then.” She sighed looking into the yellow orbs. “Forgive me for not believing your all knowing genius. May I bow in respect?”
“No need to go that far…I am sure there are other things you could do to repay for such as sin.”
“Such a modest god. The one I grew up believing in was more vengeful.” Mia stated in mock sincerity.
“I can be like that to.” Erik admitted. “However, I can also be surprising.” Reaching into his waistcoat pocket Erik pulled out the two train passes. Before the Russian woman could comprehend what the documents were Erik ripped them up in his hand. Closing his hands together in a prayer pose, the magician showed his palms again revealing them both to be empty of any torn paper.
“Nothing in this hand, nothing in the other. Perhaps you care to check your dress pocket?”
Reaching in the said compartment Mia pulled out two whole piece of parchment. Looking over the documents her eyes widened. “You didn’t have to do this. I have been saving to buy my own ticket since my first salary-“
“My dear,” Erik silenced, placing a finger to her lips. “Think of it as my gift to you. Just as the portrait was merely a gift from you.”
“Then you will come with me?” Mia smiled. “To Russia?”
“If that is what you wish. If you think it will not put too much of a shock on your family.”
“No! They’ll love you!”
Erik laughed. “My dear, one person is enough. I do not need to spread such a hard task onto people whom I am going to be meeting unannounced. Not to mention you make it sound as though day-to-day things are hard enough. I would not want to kill anyone by forcing such a ridicules-“
Mia’s kiss silenced Erik’s cynicism. “Trust me.” She whispered before kissing him again.
Sigh, so tell me what you thought of that chapter. Thank you so much for the reviews so far, you phans are incredible! Once again I own nothing except any original characters and this fiction based plot!
Erik: Yes, you mentioned that.
You’re grumpy. Did someone forget to feed you?
Erik/glare/
OH! Your tea! Uh, please review! No sue me; I still have to by my textbooks! Bye-bye!

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