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Paris' Song	By : Hilary Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 7620 -:- 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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A/N: None of these characters belong to me save for Paris. The rest belong to Gaston Leroux. Well, here's chapter four and just a quick little warning, Erik goes a little out of character here but I enjoyed doing the scene so I hope you will forgive his refusal to stay in character. ^_~

Paris woke to the darkness. At first she froze and began to panic believing she was back with her parents and was locked in the small airless closet where she had sometimes been put as punishment for speaking. However, a quick glance around indicated that she was in a bedroom with no windows. Last night came flooding back to her and she smiled with relief. She was obviously only down in Erik's house. Stretching she climbed out of the bed and looked around for her clothes. She spotted them lying on a chair. Gathering them up she made her way into the bathroom she located and changed. Once changed Paris exited the bed room and looked around. She was in a hallway but looking to her left she spotted the living room so she went that way.

The room was silent and Paris had a feeling that no one else was up. A glance at the mantle clock told her that it was eight fifteen in the morning. Funny, despite his late night activities Paris always pictured Erik as being a morning person. Shrugging she headed over to the door directly across the room and upon opening it she discovered the kitchen. Grinning she set to work making breakfast.

Erik woke to the smell of coffee and sausage. Frowning he opened his eyes and glanced at the clock by his bed. 8:26 in the morning. With a moan he rolled over. It was too early for someone to be up and about. He made it a habit of never getting up before nine thirty unless he absolutely had to. However, now that he was awake the delicious smells coming into his room made his stomach growl. It had been a long time since he had actually eaten anything in the morning. He rarely ate at all if he could help it, just a small snack here or there. But he had a feeling that whomever was cooking breakfast in his kitchen was going to be making sure he actually ate. He hoped to God it wasn't Nadir this time. The last time that damn Persian had been there Erik had nearly thrown the man out into the lake and held his head under the water until he drowned. Erik wondered why that man constantly tormented him when Erik was pretty damn sure he had repaid Nadir for saving his life back in Persia.

Sighing Erik climbed out of bed and ran a hand through his long hair before adjusting his mask and pulling on a robe. Glancing at him self in the mirror and he debated whether or not to put his hair in his normal queue. He decided to. Once he felt he was at least reasonably presentable he exited his room and headed for the kitchen. He was surprised to find Paris running around the kitchen like a little wind up toy fixing breakfast. What surprised him even more was that his Siamese cat Ayesha was draped across Paris' shoulders like a cape. It was a known fact that Ayesha liked no one but Erik and therefore she refused to allow anyone to hold or touch her. Paris turned at one point and caught sight of Erik. A bright smile spread across her face and she held up a finger towards him to indicate that she would be just a minute.

Erik waited patiently for Paris to finish her task of putting the finished sausage on a plate. When she finished she turned towards him with her ever present grin and made her way over towards him. Looking up into his grey blue eyes she slipped her arm through his and led him over to the table to sit down. She had felt Erik stiffen when she had taken his arm but he had relaxed when she did nothing but lead him to the table. Pulling out her note pad and pencil from her pocket she quickly wrote something down for Erik to read.

"I decided to make breakfast so it will be ready if a few minutes. Do you think Christine will be joining us?"

Erik quickly read the note then glanced up at Paris and shrugged. He usually was up before Christine awoke so it was doubtful that the young singer would be up this early to eat. Paris frowned and looked in the direction of the hallway where Christine's room was. Erik could tell that she wanted to go wake Christine and make her eat but she didn't want to disturb Christine's rest.

"I'm sure she'll be fine. She usually isn't up this early, to be frank neither am I," Erik wrote down.

Paris read the note and grinned before playfully hitting Erik's shoulder.

"I always pictured you as a morning person. The Dreaded Phantom of the Opera refusing to cause torment for the managers before 8 in the morning!"

Erik laughed when he read her reply before answering, "Actually it would have to be before 9:30 but who cares?"

Paris just smiled and shook her head. Glancing over towards the oven she noticed that the biscuits were done so she turned back to Erik and motioned over towards the food to indicate that she had to deal with breakfast. Erik just nodded and sat back to watch her flit about the kitchen some more. Ayesha had jumped down from Paris' shoulder and had jumped into Erik's lap to be petted by her master.

"She really is something special, isn't she Ayesha? She can always bring a smile to my face and laughter to my heart," Erik commented to his cat before he sighed. "Why can't Christine be like that? Maybe what I need is someone who is a mixture of Christine and Paris but then she wouldn't be either of them. I just have to show Christine that I'm not that bad, and then she'll love me."

All through Erik's conversation with his cat Paris had moved about as if nothing was going on besides breakfast preparations. She couldn't let Erik know that she could hear much less hear what he was saying. Closing her eyes for a moment she took a deep silent breath before pasting her smile back on and turning towards the table with platefuls of food. She set the plates down on the table and then she turned and rummaged around for silverware. Finding some she returned to the table and placed some in front of Erik on either side of the plate in front of him before she sat down herself. She glanced at Erik to see if he was going to actually eat or if he would just sit there and wait for her to then eat when she was gone. She didn't know if he ate with his mask on or not but when his eyes met hers he smiled and raised a questioning eyebrow at her.

"Is something wrong? If you're waiting on Christine she probably won't be joining us as I already told you," he wrote.

"I'm not waiting on Christine. I'm waiting to see if you will actually eat with me in the room or not. I don't want to force you to if you usually eat without your mask on. I can leave the room if that's what you do, I don't mind," Paris wrote back.

Erik looked shocked at the response but when he raised his eyes to Paris' he saw understanding reflecting in them. His heart constricted at that evidence of caring. Forcing a smile on a suddenly numb face he wrote back, "No, I don't usually eat in fact. When I do I usually wear my mask."
Paris smiled happily back before motioning towards the food to indicate that he should dig in. Erik, with a laugh, did just that.

Paris was washing the dishes a short while later when she and Erik had finished breakfast. Erik stood by the table looking slightly lost before he glanced at all the dirty dishes around the kitchen. With a smile he began to gather the dirty dishes and place them by the sink for Paris to wash. Once they were all there Erik found a dish towel, rolled up the sleeves of his robe and began to dry the dishes that Paris had already washed. She glanced over at him, surprised, for a moment before he looked down at her and winked. Actually winked! Paris just stared in shock before she laughed silently and turned back to washing the dishes. At some point Paris blew a handful of soap bubbles at Erik who retaliated by splashing Paris with the dish water. Christine found them like that a few minutes later. Erik's beautiful robe was soaked and his normally immaculate hair was all wet and full of suds. Paris was just as soaked and was poised with a bowl of dirty water to throw at Erik when Christine entered.

She had heard Erik laughing in joy, a very rare sound for her ears or anybody's ears for that matter, and had become curious and even a bit frightened as to why Erik would be having that much fun. She had grabbed her robe and run out of her bedroom and down the hall towards the kitchen where she could hear the laughter coming from. She had not been prepared to find Erik and Paris soaked to the skin and laughing and playing like children in Erik's usually tidy kitchen. Christine eyed the two with a curious expression all the while an amused smile tugged at her lips. Erik was the first to notice Christine and he froze when he saw her. He looked like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. However, Paris didn't seem to notice Christine just yet and took advantage of Erik's distraction.

"Erik, look out!" Christine shouted her voice laced with laughter. Erik turned just in time to get a complete bowl of dirty dish water poured all over him. The room went suddenly silent while Erik stood there in the middle of the wet kitchen floor looking like a drowned cat. Paris stood with wide eyes and her hands covering her mouth trying to hide her grin. Christine tried to get her legs to turn her body around and get out of the kitchen as fast as possible.

Erik slowly turned towards Paris, his eyes narrowed and with his hair dripping down into his face he looked rather menacing. Paris swallowed hard and before anyone could blink she had darted away with Erik in hot pursuit. Christine jumped out of the way as the two raced past her. Christine would have been afraid for her friend if she hadn't seen the glitter of amusement in Erik's eyes as he had raced after the young ballerina. Christine laughed and turned to watch from the safety of the kitchen door way as Erik chased Paris around the house. When Erik finally caught the little sprite of a girl he tackled her to the floor and wrung the water out of his robe all over her. Paris squirmed as hard as she could to get away from Erik's "torture" but she made no sound whatsoever. Erik suddenly froze and looked down at their predicament. He was straddling Paris while she writhed and wiggled beneath him. Erik felt himself becoming aroused at her innocent movements and he knew he had to stop everything before he did something he would regret. Bolting up to his feet he stood over Paris, breathing hard. She looked up at him, her smile fading slowly as she saw the heated look in Erik's eyes. However, he quickly turned around and spoke to Christine.

"Christine, I apologize for this display of childishness. I will go change quickly and then see to returning you and Mademoiselle Aldress back to the Opera House." Erik then bowed and hurried towards his room.

"You don't need to apologize for your behavior earlier Erik, I-I actually think it's good for you to enjoy yourself like that. I get the feeling you haven't had fun like that in a very long time. I'm sure Paris envies me for being able to hear your laughter. You-uh, you have a very nice laugh," Christine said, her cheeks flooding with color at her admission. Erik glanced from Christine to Paris who had slowly stood back up and was staring at him with confused and slightly hurt eyes. He realized that his behavior had been rather confusing and abrupt so he gave her a smile and mouthed the words ‘I'm sorry' to her. Paris smiled back shakily before turning and hurrying to the kitchen. Erik had a feeling she was going to clean up the mess and probably get Christine something to eat.

Erik entered his bedroom and closed the door with a sigh. He was becoming too attached to Paris. She was a wonderful friend and she always knew how to make him feel better but he was in love with Christine. However, as he thought back to what had just happened, his and Paris' playfulness had shown Christine that he could be fun. He wasn't a monster all the time and she had even said that he had a nice laugh. That though brought a smile to his face as he crossed over to his wardrobe and gathered his usual attire of black dress pants, white dress shirt, gray vest, black evening coat, black boots, white gloves and his black velvet cloak. He entered his bathroom and quickly bathed before dressing. By the time he had finished tying his black hair back into the queue he could hear Christine talking to Paris in the living room. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror he picked up his black fedora and left his room.

Christine turned towards him when he entered the room which caused Paris to turn as well. Erik noticed that Paris was wearing one of the dresses he had had made for Christine. It was a soft light blue morning gown with a tight bodice, full skirt and long sleeves with a scoop neck. She had obviously taken a quick bath for her skin was rosy and her hair was wet and shiny. Of course it could just be embarrassment making her cheeks rosy and the dishwater making her hair wet, Erik decided but deep down he had a feeling that Paris had bathed.

"Have you eaten Christine?"

"Yes, Paris made me some eggs and sausage that was very good. She took a bath while I cleaned up those dishes. I was afraid of what might happen if I allowed her to do the task." Christine's eyes twinkled teasingly as she made that last comment. Erik gave a small smile before he placed his fedora at a roguish angle to hide his mask on his head.

"Shall we?" He bowed to the two women, his arm sweeping out towards the way of the front door to indicate that he wished the girls to precede him. Paris and Christine made their way towards the front door and soon the three were on their way out of the catacombs beneath the Paris Opera House.
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