The Scorpion In Heart (Erik X OC)

Chapter 11: A wife that disappeared

  It took a while and she didn't know what to say. Suddenly she felt bad for this disfigured man. Now he seemed vulnerable. ,,Don't sleep in that coffin" she said eventually. ,,I want you to know that you are alive. Alive, Erik. Just touch your wrists. Your chest. You are not dead, Erik. So, you don't belong in there" it made Erik think a little. Yes, she was right. ,,Where I am supposed to sleep?" he asked. ,,In a bed. Just like me. Like everyone else" Penelope answered. ,,Where should I get one?" Erik sounded rather ironic. ,,I think you just said that in Louis Phillipe room is one" it didn't disturb Penelope at all. Erik shook his head. ,,That's not a bed for Erik..." ,,I know that Christine used to sleep in there while being at yours. And now I am supposed to sleep in there while hiding. But I won't until I'm sure my saviour's spine isn't completely ruined" she added in an argument. ,,So? You'll on the sofa at least. At least until you'll be ready to make a new bed just for yourself" Erik had already told her that he doesn't want anyone to rule his life but he also remembered his greatest wish. To be just someone. Be ordinary. Have a house on a sun and a wife to take out on Sundays. And sleeping in an ordinary bed could be a nice beginning. Maybe Penelope was right. After all she reacted quite calmer than everyone else to his face. So, he decided to trust her. He took a blanket that he found in a closet and placed it on a sofa. ,,Promise me to stay here" Penelope said gently. ,,I promise" Erik answered quietly.
    Penelope took a candle and went right to Louis Phillipe room. It was elegant, light and cleaned. Some dried flowers were placed on the table. Erik made a good territory for Christine. She was glad that now it belonged to her for a while. She felt much safer in there, in the underground lair by the phantom of the opera than in her own house by her husband. She couldn't even think of Arthur without trembling. She took a bath and then tiptoed to the bed. It was soft and comfortable. She blew out the candle. Before she was ready to sleep she thought of him. Of Arthur....Was he looking for her? Yes, he surely was. Maybe he already was spying on de Chagny's mansion and poor Christine and Raoul. He would think that they are hiding here. But he'd eventually find out that she isn't there. Then he'd be hopeless. His wife disappeared...Then she thought of Erik. Did he do what he just promised? Did he stay sleeping on the sofa? Or he just came back to the coffin? Maybe she'd check on him at night. But that wasn't her clear thought anymore. She fell asleep.

  Arthur was ready to kill if anyone stole or hid his wife. He stood in front of de Chagny's mansion and waited for the owners to come back from the opera house. That happened soon. The carriage appeared and stopped right in front of the gate. Raoul stepped out first. That was a moment when a little drunk Arthur grabbed him by a collar. ,,Listen to me, you aristocratic bastard! Where is my wife?!" Raoul was frightened at first but in a while he could try to free himself from his holding. ,,Stop! You'll get nothing!" He protested. Christine jumped out of the carriage scared. ,,Don't hurt my husband!" She panicked. Raoul didn't want to stress his beloved wife so fought even more. His blonde waves appeared just in front of Arthur's face when he pushed him and made himself free. It wasn't that hard because Arthur was drunk. He stepped next to Christine who put her arms around him protectively. ,,Even if we were hiding your wife in here you have no right to attack any of us! This is our mansion! And even your wife isn't your property. Just like Christine isn't mine. She is a mistress of her own actions" Christine noticed that her husband just used a sentence that she told him once. Arthur looked at them both. Christine wore a red ball gown just as she used to do at the theatre and wore her hair down just with a clasp that held two strands of her golden hair. Her blue eyes were wide. Raoul was elegantly dressed in a suit with a tie. They held their hands ready to protect each other. Arthur had no chance. He decided to leave before being sober.