Captivity Defined

Chapter Twenty-Five

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Christine immediately rushed over to her Angel, a sob escaping her lips as she dropped to her knees beside him.

"A-Angel?" She whispered brokenly, shaking him gently with shaking, porcelain hands. When he didn't show any signs of movement, she checked his pulse, afraid that something worse had happened than him just simply passing out.

To her relief, she found a strong pulse as she held onto his wrist tightly.

"I'm so sorry.. This is all my fault..."

Christine slumped over him, sobs wracking her petite body as she laid her head on his chest, trying to draw comfort from the rise and fall of his ribcage. She mumbled incoherent words, blaming herself for everything that had happened.

Of course, she was so caught up in her rampage of self-accusation, she didn't notice that two dark golden orbs were staring at her intently, a tear slipping out of one and sliding down a marred cheek.

"Mon petit ange.." he said softly, his voice flowing over her like a light rain over a dying flower.

She slowly raised her head from his chest, gazing at him with her tear-filled, yet still sparkling, emerald eyes. Erik gave her a look of utter adoration and complete infatuation, raising a hand to wipe away a tear from her beautiful face.

"it's okay. It's over. I am here, and I am never going to leave you again." He whispered his words with a fierce ardor, pulling the petite soprano into his arms securely as he gently rocked them back and forth.

"Ne jamais être séparés par des forces terrestres."

"What?" Christine looked up at him, her green irises glittering with confusion.

Erik smiled at her gently as he ran a shaking hand through her messy brown curls. "You'll understand one day."

"But not today?" She asked fearfully, clutching onto him tightly as she gazed up at him.

He shook his head assuringly and pulled her even closer, if possible. "Not today mon amour." Erik glanced around and grimaced at the blood stains and the body of his father, which was still in the middle of the room. "Let's get out of here."

"Where will we go?" Christine asked, taking his offered hand as she stood up, brushing her dress off.

Erik gazed down at her lovingly, his golden eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "I know the perfect place."

He turned to lead them out of the room, but Christine stopped him, tugging gently on the sleeve of his blood-stained shirt. "Wait... Erik... are you sure you're alright?"

She started to unbutton his shirt, to check his injuries, but he gently took ahold of her hands and stopped her.

"Christine, I'm okay. Don't worry about me, alright?"

She looked up at him, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I.. I'm not going to judge how you look if that's what this is-"

"It's not that," he said quickly, tugging her into a warm embrace, "I just need to take care of my wounds before you see them. You're exhausted enough; you don't need to feast your eyes on my injuries and wear yourself out even more by worrying."

Christine sighed, giving in to his smooth words as she leaned into him, allowing his voice to caress her lovingly. "Okay."

The corners of his dried and cracked lips turned upwards into a small smile, and he reluctantly pulled away to lead her back to his lair.