Mon Espion || Phantom of the Opera

Chapter 3 - Locked In

Erik reached out his arms to catch the girl who had apparently gone unconscious from realizing who he was. Sighing, he held the limp girl in his arms, not knowing if he should just leave her there for others to find or if he should make sure she wouldn't tell a soul who he was. Deciding the later option was the better one, he carried the girl back to the direction his lair.

After walking down the set of stairs, he made his way carefully to Christine's dressing room, knowing that was the smoothest way to get back to his home and back to Christine. After walking inside, he turned and relocked the door, knowing no one would try to go inside the room when Christine was still "missing". He smirked to himself, seeing the mirror was already open as he made his way down to his home. The mirror behind him slowly reclosed itself, finally locking into place as he turned down the long path to the lake.

Once there, he gently placed the girl down on the boat, taking its oar to row back to home. Christine should still be in her room, knowing she didn't know how to get out of the room when the door was shut, he was confident she would be asleep by now. It was roughly two in the morning, and why Constance was awake and walking around, he had no idea. She wasn't trying to find him, to which he was pleased by, but he couldn't let that foul man take advantage of her. The way Joseph said her name alone made him cringe in anger.

Gripping onto the oar more tightly, he took a sneak peek at the girl below him. Her long brunette hair hung loosely in a braid, strands loose everywhere from the attack she experienced prior. Her nightgown was in tact with no rips or tears, but it hugged her every curve. It was widely inappropriate to see the girl as she was now, but given the circumstances he knew he would be ok.

Once he made it to the gate, he twisted his wrist, causing the gate to rise and allow him access to his home. After making sure he was in, he lowered the gate and tied the boat to his dock, looking back down at the girl. She was rather beautiful while she peacefully slept away whatever fears coursed her mind, but he shook those thoughts from his mind especially with his angel only inches away. Taking the girl's body, he moved her towards Christine's room and froze.

"I can't put both of them in there, what would Christine think? Oh my sweet angel..."

Erik sighed once more, moving away from Christine's room as he made his way over to his room, looking at the coffin for a split moment.

"She cannot sleep in this coffin either, for Constance would be surely more terrified when she awakes then when she fell unconscious."

He growled to himself, going to a different room where he had a mini library and more importantly, a decent couch to which she could rest on. Erik knew he shouldn't have had to lay her here but he had no other options if he were to keep her here without Christine knowing. He placed her down on the blue sofa, placing a cushion under her head while doing so. He quickly went back into his room, grabbing a blanket and then rushed back to the library, placing it over her body. Constance did not move, but remained in the position Erik placed her in. He sighed, knowing he was going to have to refrain Christine from entering the library tomorrow and he did not know how well she would take it, she was a curious woman.

He turned to leave the room, locking the door to the library behind him so she wouldn't escape, as he walked back to his room, deciding he too needed some rest. He climbed into his coffin, yawning ever so slightly as he closed his eyes.

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The next morning Constance arose to find that she was not familiar with her surroundings. She was not back in the dorms as she thought she was, but in a soft blue room full of books and pillows. Blinking, she rubbed her eyes, turning around to find she wasn't even on a bed, but on a huge couch with a blanket on top of her. Had she found a library?