My Angel of Music

Shipped Away

Finally, my eyes dried, probably because I was simply out of tears.  I strode over to the mirror and composed myself.  Elsa was fast asleep in her cradle, unaware of the fight going on over her.  I tied my hair back into a braid and prepared myself for yet another fight.  I would not let him take my child.  

I confidently strode out of the door and into the room I knew he would be.  The music room.  Sure enough, there he was, crunching the piano keys underneath his fingers.  I could feel the anger and passion in the song.  But I wouldn't let the music distract me from what I needed to do.  I shook my head to clear my thoughts and marched over to Erik.  I placed a firm hand on his shoulder, but he didn't seem startled.  Instead he simply sighed and whirled around to face me.  A neutral expression donned his face, and he seemed almost bored with the situation.

"Here to fight again, my love?"  He said sweetly.  I raised my chin and looked down on him.  "No.  I am here to demand."  My tone was firm and solid.  There was no arguing with me.  He chuckled and stood up to face me.  "Demand?  I didn't want to make you do anything, Angel.  But you gave me no choice.  I will not have that deformed monster in my house."  He said calmly but firmly.  I snickered and did something that drove him mad.  I ripped the mask off his face and smiled.  "Then I suggest you leave."  I hissed.  His face turned beet red and he looked like he could snap my neck in two.  But I didn't flinch.  I didn't back away.  I stood there, with my head held high and my eyes locked in defiance.  

"Christine."  He growled.  "Do you still wish to send our child away?"  

He thought about it for a moment, though his angry look was still present.  But then his eyes locked in determination.  "Yes.  I'm sorry, Christine, but it's the only way we can be happy."  His voice softened a little, but my temper rose.  I did the only thing that I though could save my daughter.  "If you send Elsa away.....I'm going to leave you."  I tried my hardest not to let my voice shake.  Erik stepped back a step, and his face was a mask of shock.  He shook his head.  I set my features in a locked determined stare.

Quickly, he composed himself and locked eyes with me again.  "You wouldn't do that."  He growled.  I rose my eyebrows.  "Oh?  Do you really think so?"  I asked innocently.  He snickered.  "I know so."  And suddenly, he was right in front of me.  He grabbed my wrists and held them at my side and forced his lips onto mine.  I tried to struggle and break free, but to no avail.  His lips crushed mine, making me moan.  I shook my wrists, but he held tight.  And then, I went limp and let the passion overcome me.  I moved my lips with his, and let my tongue circle his lips.  

Slowly, he let go of my wrists, and I hungrily grabbed at his hair and neck.  His hands held my waist, sending shivers down my spine.  And then, he pulled away.  I tried to dive back into his kiss, but he dodged it.  I suddenly realized what I was doing and wrenched free of his hold.  I stumbled a few feet away from him, and leaned on the divan.  "And that is why we cannot be apart."  He whispered.  

Tears sprung to my eyes at the realization.  I would never be physically or emotionally able to leave.  I was bound to him forever.  There was absolutley nothing I could do.  

I clasped a hand over my mouth to try and hide my sobs, but it was useless.  I felt faint, so I held onto the back of the divan for support.  My world had been turned upside down.  I had no control over my own daughter, and it was killing me.  Erik strode over to me as he witnessed my breakdown.  "Christine."  He whispered in my ear.  He got behind me and held me together.  I collapsed into him, and let him hold me up.  I sobbed and cried and screamed for what felt like hours, but his hold never faltered. 

"Erik, please."  I gasped.  I felt his lips press on the top of my head.  "We can still be happy."  He encouraged, but I shook my head in disgust.  "No.  We will never be the same."  I choked out between sobs.  He led me to the divan and laid me down and knelt beside me.  I clutched his hand as I weeped.  When I finally stopped gasping for air, I thought of an argument.  "I thought you promised."  I whispered.  He crinkled his eyebrows.  "Promised what, love?"  He asked.  I gulped and looked him dead in the eye.  "To share with me one love, one lifetime."  I whispered.  He blinked.  "And I will.  We will still share that."  I shook my head.  "No.  You aren't sharing one lifetime with me.  You are controlling it."  I hissed.

He looked away and blinked.  I stared at him, waiting for a reply.  

"I'm sorry."  He whispered, not meeting my eyes.  A whimper escaped my throat and he rose to leave.  But I clutched his hand before he could leave.  "Don't."  I whimpered.  He sighed and hesitantly laid beside me.  I thought maybe a little time would do him good.  Maybe if I showed him how much I loved him, he would realize how horrible he was being.  So, we laid beside eachother, my arms wrapped around his torso, and his hands cupping my neck and face.  I kissed his jaw, and then his ear, then his cheek, and finally his bare forehead.  Between each kiss, I whispered one simple word.  Please.  

He closed his eyes as I kissed every part of his face, each time, whispering my pleads.  And then, I climbed on top of him and wrapped my legs around his muscular waist.  "Please."  I begged before passionatley crashing my lips to his.  I pulled away, breathless.  "I beg of you."  I gasped before pressing my whole body against his and burrowing my face in the nape of his neck.  i kissed the scars on his shoulders from years of torture in the carnival.  I outlined his long scars on his chest with my tongue.  Erik pulled my face up and stared into my crystal, tear filled eyes and then embraced me.  He held me there, like a rock.  i couldn't move, but truthfully, didn't want to.  

"Erik, please?"  I begged quietly.  He didn't answer for a moment.  We just listened to eachother's rapid breathing.  "I love you."  He whispered.  I sighed.  "And I love you, but-"  I was interrupted by a finger to my lips.  "And that is why I can't deny you anything."  His voice was soft and defeated.  I didn't smile.

I sat up and cupped his exposed face in my hands, and searched his emerald eyes for any sign of untruth.  But I found none.  So, I once again, crashed my lips into his like an avalanche.  We moved against eachother like we were physically made for eachother.  I quickly unbuttoned his white shirt, and he unlaced my corset with graceful fingers.  I gasped as his teeth met my neck, sending chills down my spine.  I clawed at his back with determination, though I had no objective.  And with one fluid motion, Erik reached his arm up to the one lit candle and snuffed it out.