A New Beginning

Chapter 6

(Erik's POV)

Over the next few days, we decided that we didn't want to live in the lair anymore. I told her that we would live in my house, well our house, in the countryside, and that we could move there whenever she liked. We decided that we might as well get married there, it was a more beautiful place and a lot warmer at this time of the year. Also, we did not have to be constantly worrying about intruders, so it sounded like a pretty good idea to both of us.

We were finishing packing when I felt a pair of hands over my eyes.

"Guess who," she giggled.

I placed my hands atop hers and replied with a smile, "Who else could own such an angelic voice?" Once more, she giggled.

I turned around and there she stood, dressed in travel clothes and with her adorable smile on her face. "You look beautiful," I said, handing her a rose.

She put the flower in front of her nose and inhaled the unique odor, "Oh Erik, thank you so much," she told me and stood on her tip-toes to peck my lips, and even then, I had to lean down a little.

"Ready to go, mon amour?" I asked kissing her hand and she nodded her head yes.

We got on the carriage and I told the driver we were ready to go. The horses started galloping and Christine rested her head on my shoulder, but just as I placed a kiss on her head, the door swung open and someone tried to pull her out of the carriage, I knew exactly who it was.

"Erik!" she yelled, reaching for my hand. I took it and pulled her inside. He wouldn't let go; apparently, he was not doing this by himself. I reached with my leg, and kicked Raoul's arm twice. He let go of her leg at last, and I pulled her into my embrace.

She looked at me with pleading eyes, full of tears, and started breathing heavily. I stroked her head and started whispering comforting words in her ear, "It is alright love, he is gone. He won't hurt you again."

I stayed like that for a few seconds, but then I noticed her breathing hadn't gotten any steady. Then I felt something hot on my leg, so I looked at my angel, who was crying softly.

"Love? What's wrong?" she didn't replied, she only kept crying. I held her tighter and pulled her closer to me. "What's wrong?!" I asked more urgently. So she took a deep breath and spoke softly to me, "Th-they stabbed me."