Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)

Chapter 39

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Elyza

When we reached the restaurant, there was no wait and we were sent immediately to our table. Erik, being the gentleman he was, pulled out my chair before sitting down himself. The other diners stared at me. I was dressed like a Victorian in the twenty-first century with a mysterious man in a mask, of course they were going to stare. Erik merely glared at anyone that dared raise a glance to us. We picked up our menus and scanned all the items, but when I decided what I wanted, I stared at the man across from me over the brim of my menu. I licked my lip in thought. He was very attractive. His eyes were perfectly imperfect, the mask set on his pale face flawlessly. I watched as the man crinkled the dark eyebrow I could see in frustration. He must've decided what he wanted because he shut the booklet and set it down in front of him. I mirrored. I could feel the heat of his eyes burning into mine. "You look beautiful", Erik said, "absolutely stunning." I sighed. "So do you, but you are just saying that. I am not beautiful. I mean," I stood up, "look at me." I sat down again. His face was expressionless. "I am looking at you. I see a very beautiful young woman that can turn the heads of other women whenever she walks into a room. I, on the other hand, am not beautiful." He motioned to his mask. "You have seen what--." "I can see the beauty underneath." Suddenly, our waiter appeared. He was a short, handsome man. His eyes were a deep grey and his hair was dark brown in messy curls on his head. "I am Christian", he flashed me a smile, "and I will be serving you both this evening. May I start you off with something to drink?" Erik went first. "I will have a glass of ice water with lemon, and Elyza?" "Oh, er... Just a small glass of red wine, if you please." Christian nodded and smirked at me. "Elyza? That's a nice name. Do--?" Erik cleared his throat rather loudly. "Our drinks, please", his voice was cold again. Too cold. It was dangerous. The look Erik gave Christian made me nervous. The other boy nodded and scurried off. I looked back at Erik again and his eyes bore into mine, just as they had before. "You are mine, do you understand me? Mine. All and completely mine", he growled at me. My desire and a bit of fear slightly heightened. "A-alright..."