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A New Beginning	By : Lum Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Please see the prologue.

A New Beginning
Chapter 8
Discovery

Madison entered the stable slowly taking her time to savor the smell of the sweet hay, sharp manure, and clean sweat. It was an earthy, calming place that grounded her, allowed her to let down her walls for a quick respite.

She visited the horses routinely, always pausing to give a quick scratch on the ear or rub on the nose to any creature that needed a little bit of comforting. Madison smiled as one gelding followed her from one side of his pen to the next in an attempt to receive more attention.

Soft murmurs pulled her thoughts away from the needy horse to the far end of the stable. A strong back covered in soft white fabric came into view as she inched her way forward.

None of the servants ever wore white, favoring a soft grey instead. White was a luxury, a color entirely too hard to keep clean when one worked hard all day. Broad shoulders that curved into a strong neck kissed with dark hair revealed who had intruded into her place of solitude, the architect.

She watched the muscles in his back stretch as the figure in the last pen moved to pull the ebony horse closer. He fondly stroked the creature’s nose, whispering seductively into the mare’s ear.

Madison’s eyes roamed his figure. He was tall and lean, wiry with just a hint of finely toned muscle under the linen shirt. His chest was broad and narrowed slightly at the waist before tapering into slim hips.

Looking at him made her feel strange, her face flushed and her stomach tightened as the hairs on her arms stood up in goose bumps despite the remaining heat of the day.

The setting sun was visible through the gate at the end of the barn.

Golden rays of the dying sun cast their last glow on the Earth as the giant orb sank slowly into the horizon. The barn was positioned in such a way that the stables were lit at the moment of sunrise until the last second of sunset.

The architect stood just so in the fading light so that he was illuminated from the side, his white shirt and pale skin glowing golden as if he burned with an inner light. It softened what she could see of the white mask, blending it into his face until it became an extension of the flesh.
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*****Erik*****

He knew she was there, studying him as he soothed the mare.

Erik continued to stroke the horse’s neck while he listened to the young woman’s soft breathing. He noticed the slight hitch when he rolled his shoulders back, heightened his already tall frame and turned away from her so that she could see how broad his chest really was.

He smiled devilishly before looking over his shoulder at her as if he had just noticed her arrival. Erik saw how her hand rested absently on the dappled gelding’s nose, the forgotten horse whinnying softly trying to win her attention.

His eyes slowly roamed her figure before coming back to rest at her flustered face. His smile grew wicked, the ends turning up at an angle, as he let her know that he knew she had been watching him.

Erik’s chest rose and fell with silent laughter, the rumbling, honeyed sound barely escaping his throat. She was quite lovely with her face flushed from embarrassment and her eyes sparkling with unconcealed loathing.

It was such a pity that she had chosen to hate him, although he of all people knew how thin the line between love and hate is. His laughter grew into quick bursts of mirth as she turned and fled the stable, feet planting angrily into the earth as she stormed her way up to the main house.

He watched her retreating form, his eyebrows knitting together in thought and confusion. Why had he thought of love? The word resounded in his head and brought forth memories of his beloved Christine, the way her hair curled around her face and her eyes always betrayed her mood.

He thought of his love, nay, his obsession with the blonde-haired beauty and the way that even she had deserted him in the end for her perfect lover and of the Vicomte de Chagny, the man who had wooed away his prize.

He found he could not despise the man as much as he wanted to, as much as he needed to. In the end she had trembled while she kissed him, afraid that he would ask for more and so he had let her go. Her eyes had always been cruel in their fear and sadness, emotions she felt only when she thought of him in those last few weeks.

Erik shook his head to clear it of the cobwebs of old memories, memories he should have pushed to the last crevice of his mind, patted the sweet-tempered mare one last time on her nose and exited the stables. The girl would be trouble, nothing he could not handle but trouble indeed and yet he could not keep his eyes from her.

Knowing he should keep his distance whenever possible and knowing that he could not tormented him. Why must the angel in Hell, the loathsome gargoyle always yearn for beauty he could never have?

Author’s Note

You have a longer chapter now and much more Madison/Erik interaction, even though they never once said anything to the other in this chapter. Actions speak louder than words, right? Tell me if you loved it, hated it, or found a mistake.
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