This is late and I apologize, but if you want someone to blame, blame the school for assigning so much homework!!!!!!!!!!
DISCLAIMER: STILL DON'T OWN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!!!!!!! IF I DID, MEG WOULD HAVE GOTTEN A BIGGER PART AND ERIK WOULD HAVE GOTTEN A HAPPIER ENDING!!!!!!!!!! (Has anyone else besides me noticed that Madame Giry and Meg are the only ones with a ounce of common sense in the movie?)
Erik's POV
I was shaken awake by the train to find Isa still asleep, my arms wrapped around her. Glancing out the window, I saw that the sun was rising. “Isa…” I whispered.
“Hmmmm….” She mumbled.
“It is morning, wake up mon ami!” I said.
“I don’t want to…” she muttered. Having lived with Isa for a while, I knew she wasn’t a morning person and she wasn’t going to budge until she wanted to.
I was about to reply, when a sharp rap came on our door and a voice said “Police, open up!”
Isa and I were up in a flash, our eyes wide. “Go to the bedchamber and pretend to be asleep, hurry!” Isa whispered.
Isa’s POV
I took a deep breath to calm myself before saying “Come in.”
The door slid open and two rather large men walked into the compartment. “Miss. Isa Speranza?”
“Oui Monsieur.” I said as calmly as I could muster.
“I have written here that there is a Mr. Erik Destler travelling with you.”
“Yes.” I replied, my mind working overtime to come up with a convincing story to tell the officers. “My cousin is dreadfully ill I’m afraid. He can’t even come out of his bed poor dear! You can go in and see him if you-”
“What is your reason for travelling?” the first officer asked, beginning my questioning.
“Our grandmother is sick and we are afraid that she won’t make it, so my mom wanted the entire family to be with her.” I said, retelling the story that I had told the conductor.
“What did you and your cousin do in Paris?”
“I was a dancer and Erik was a composer.” I said, sticking a close to the truth a possible.
“A dancer at the opera house?” he asked.
“Oui.”
“Did you hear anything about the Phantom?”
“Just the other ballerinas’ rumors.” I said. “when you catch him, make sure you slap him for putting me out of a job!” please forgive me Erik! I prayed, I had to convince the police that I despised him.
“All of your papers are in order.” He said as he stamped our papers and left.
When they were out of earshot I swore profusely and then drew a breath and said “Erik, they’re gone!”
“Are you finished yelling?” he asked walking over to me.
“Yes…” I muttered. I was shaking with nerves and adrenaline, my heart still pounding. Erik must have noticed, because he took my hand and made me sit down.
“I thought they were amazing stories.” Erik chuckled.
“They better have been!” I said “Little Jemma would kill me if I lost that!”
“Who?” Erik asked.
“My youngest cousin, Jemma.” I explained. “I used to tell her stories before I ra- left.”
“You ran away from home?” Erik asked.
“Erik, I don’t want to talk about it.” I said tears threatening to spill over my eyelids.
“Isa…” Erik said.
“Erik please.”
“Isa, you know my entire life story, and I know nearly nothing about yours.” Erik said.
“… I hate when you are right.” I grumbled.
“So…” he said, waiting for me to continue.
“I ran away from home to get away from my fiancé.” I whispered.
“YOU HAVE A FIANCE?!?!?!” Erik yelled.
“Xavier.” I whispered quietly as possible. “My parents arranged the marriage when I was younger, I hated him. He’s arrogant and he only loves himself. The only reason he wanted to marry me was for the money. I didn’t want to deal with him, so I ran to the Populaire. And I guess you know the rest.” I sighed before saying “Anything else you would like to know?”
Erik was silent. “You’re engaged?” he asked finally.
“No.” I said. “I will NEVER marry that awful man.”
“If he lands a hand on you, I will kill him.” Erik growled.
“No, I won’t let you.”
“But Isa…” Erik protested.
“I won’t have you get in trouble for his sake.” I promised.
Erik opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, thinking better of what he was going to say to me. We both fell silent as the train continued to race with the tracks, pulling us closer and closer to home.
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