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BEcause of your black heart	By : squirrely Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2329 -:- 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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Chapter 6

“How could you?” she shouted at me. “How could you? Have you no heart?”

“Madame, I—“

“No! Don’t speak! Do you have any idea what you have done? You’ve killed him! He’ll die when he realizes you can’t be together, it will kill him!”
“But I love him!”

“You can’t do this! It won’t work! He tried to kill you’re cousin and kidnap his wife! Has any of this gone through your mind?”

“I don’t care! I don’t care one bit about what Raoul thinks!”

“Stop being so selfish! You may not care now, but when Raoul has Erik staring down the barrel of a pistol you just might!”

I gasped at the words that slipped from her mouth. How could she say such a thing?
She was right… if Raoul or anyone else ever found out they would kill him and it would be my fault. They would show no mercy and there would be nothing I could do. I sat down on the bed next to me and felt tears stream down my face.

“No.” I said to myself. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. “No, no, no, no, no!”

Madame Giry sat next to me and put her hand on my back. She hushed me and sighed.

“I wish I would have been more prepared for this.” She said.

I looked up at her in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“W-well… I never thought anyone would ever really fall in love with Erik. We live in such a superficial world…”

“But I have Madame; I have to be with him. I’ll die if I can’t.”

She sighed and nodded as she ran her hand up and down my back.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll help you.”

I looked up at her slowly, lifting my head from my hands. I wiped the tears from my eyes and swallowed hard.

“You will? Really?” I asked, still not quite believing what I was hearing. She nodded. I smiled at her and threw my arms around her in a hug. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

That night, Madame Giry told Firmin and Andre that I would be staying with a friend that lived nearby for about a week. When they asked why, I told them that I had to catch up with my ‘friend’ because I hadn’t seen her in quite sometime. They believed the whole thing.
Madame Giry took me to one of the dressing rooms later that night. She went over to the large full length mirror and took a hold of its side. she pulled it over until it opened a opening in the wall, a door.

“Erik?” she said. “Erik?”

That’s when I saw Erik walk out from behind the mirror. He looked so amazing. His hair was combed back nicely out of his face and he wore his normal black trousers, a long sleeved red dress shirt, and a black vest. He looked at me and I smiled. I ran into his arms and held him tight.
Madame Giry looked away, a hurt look on her face. I could see a tear roll down her face as she walked away.

“Stop.” Erik said to her.

She turned around and looked at him. He walked over to her and took her in his arms, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Thank you.” He said. “You’re truly my hero.”

He walked back to me and took my hand, leading me through the door way into the darkness and I watched the thin strip of light that came from the room disappear as Madame Giry closed the door behind us.
I awoke hours later in Erik’s bed. I was alone, buried in the red, silk, sheets. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It had been another amazing night, but it seemed to me that this wasn’t the right thing to be doing. I wanted to be able to take him out of this place, to let him walk through the busy city streets of Paris without anyone trying to hurt him, without people pointing and laughing at him as if he were a side-show attraction.
I walked out of the room, once again taking the sheets with me. I felt so strange, not waking up in a nightdress like I always had, but instead waking up wearing nothing.
Erik was sitting at his organ bench, once again. This time he wasn’t working on anything though. He just sat there, one leg crossed over the other, staring at his organ. I came up behind him and sat a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked at me, a light smile formed across his face. I sat down on his lap and kissed his lips. I felt him wrap his arms around my back and he held me tight. I held his head against my chest and sighed deeply. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. He looked so happy and so sad at the same time.

“What?” I asked him.

“I love you.” He said.

I smiled at him and kissed is forehead.

“I love you too.”

He kissed me back and I felt him move his hands beneath the sheets and up my back. The imprint of all ten of his fingers against my bare skin sent a chill down my spine. I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell of him. A smile spread across my face as he let the sheet fall to the floor. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tighter against him and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, my hands clutching the back of his neck.

“Erik?” I asked him, quietly.

“Yes?”

“Did… did you really kill those men?”

He looked at me, shocked and awkward. I knew that that was quite possibly the worst moment for me to ask him that, but I didn’t want to put it off any longer. He slowly pushed me off of him and stood up. I kneeled down and gathered the sheets, wrapping them around my body. He walked about ten feet away and stopped.

“I… I’m sorry.” I said to him, sitting down on the bench. “But if you love me like you say you do then I deserve to know why you did what you did.”

He turned around and looked at me. He looked so angry at that point that it was almost scary. I looked down at my lap, my hands folded on top. I didn’t like how unpredictable he was, it was a side of him he hadn’t yet shown.

“If you love me at all you’ll accept that what’s done is done and there’s no reason to get back into it!”

“Why can’t you just tell me, I won’t care if you killed them!”

“Because I didn’t kill anyone!”

I bit my lip and turned away from him. Why did I have to say anything? Everything was perfect, everything was beautiful, and I ruined the moment completely. I stood up and walked over to him. I put a hand on his face and turned it to look at me.

“I’m not trying to upset you; I just want to know you. No matter how bad or good or amazing anything you’ve ever done is, I’ll still love you no matter what.”

“I just want to forget it all happened.”

“I know.” I said, hugging him. “I understand that, but if we can’t talk to each other then we’re going to have an even more difficult time then before.”

He looked into my eyes and sighed. He closed them and opened them slowly, releasing tears that rolled down his cheeks.

“There’s too much evidence against me for anyone to believe me.”

“What do you mean?”

“When Joseph Bouquet was hung, I had been planning on watching the gala in box 5 the whole time. I watched Christine playing the part I had told them to cast Carlotta for, but they did not listen, and then noticed Raoul in my box. So I left, went up the highest row I could and yelled down at them “Did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?” everyone got very flustered so I left and went up to the roof. I looked up at the sky and asked god why he had made me the way I was. I was in such pain and anger that I almost didn’t notice Raoul and Christine come running out onto the balcony. I ran behind one of the statues and hid out of site. I listened to everything they were saying, and that’s when I found out that I was being accused of killing Joseph. That’s when I knew if I had just been quiet no one would have suspected me immediately like that. I blame myself.”

“Oh Erik… I’m so sorry.”

“You believe me?”

I smiled at him and kissed him. “Of course I believe you. I love you.”

He lifted my chin with a finger and kissed my lips. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled lightly.

“You’re the only person on earth that I don’t feel like I have to impress. I don’t have to be nervous or scared when I’m with you.”

I smiled at him and held his hand in mine. He kissed me again and I leaned into his chest. I closed my eyes and let him hold me close to him.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever been close to. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Erik, more than anything.”

I looked up and kissed his cheek, his scarred cheek. I ran a hand across it and kissed it again. I moved down and kissed his lips again, then his neck and his shoulder, then his lips again. He stopped and looked down at me, the most beautiful smile spread across his face. He kneeled down and sat on the ground.

“Erik?”

“Yes?”

“Never leave me.”

“Never…” he said, as I kissed him and held him close.
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