When I woke again, I didn't know where I was.
Eponine was beside me, but it wasn't in her apartment.
"Where am I?" I asked her. And she smiled softly.
"Enjolras' place.. He brought you here when you blacked out... I have been sleeping at home but visiting you with Grantaire every day." Eponine stated, chuckling to herself.
"What happened?"
"You were in some kind of trance when we ran out of the Café.... You blacked out and Enjolras carried you home." Grantaire said, making his presence known.
"Great... What have I missed?"
"No much really... Joly has been checking in on you every now and then... You have been out for about 6 days.." Courfeyrac said, smiling at me.
"Oh.. Cool.."
"Are you okay?" Combeferre asked.
I nodded quietly.
"I think so, I feel a bit nauseous... But that's it.." I answered "Where's Enjolras? I need to thank him." I continued looking around at my four friends, who had gathered around my bed.
"He's in the kitchen... He has been so worried! I'm pretty sure all his nails are bit down!" Eponine said just as Joly entered the room.
"Emma.. You'r awake!" He turned to the door. "Enjolras!! She's awake!" He shouted down the hall.
We then heard somebody getting to his feet, almost running into the room.
Enjolras' curly head poked into the room, when he saw that I looked at him he entered the room walking straight to me.
Everyone walked out of the room as soon as he sat down.
"I was so worried about you!" He said. I blushed, not knowing what to say.
"Uhm... Right..." I was interrupted by my stomach grumbling..
"I think I'm hungry.." I said, laughing a bit.
"Obviously... You haven't seen wet or dry since Friday."
"It's thursday today?!" I asked.. Tomorrow was the last meeting before the barricades.
"Yes.."
"Enjolras... Please... I really want to help out on the barricade!"
"No. Under no circumstances! Maybe if you hadn't just been out in 6 days I would reconsider but you are in a too weak state. I am sorry, really." Enjolras softly kisses my forehead, as I let out a irritated sigh.
"But what if one of you die!! I won't be able to do a thing about it!"
I said
"We will most likely not die... I will most likely not die, if I don't have to keep you safe all the time!" He said.
I sighed in defeat, knowing he was right.
"Believe me... I will come back to you."
"Enjolras..."
"Yes?"
"I... Uhm.. I love you.." I said under my breath.
"I love you too." Enjolras kissed me, on the lips this time.
When we parted I knew I needed to tell him.
"Enjolras.."
"Yes, love?" He said, I blushed as he called me love, it sounded so natural on his lips, though he never said it to anyone.
"The masked man... The one we ran from on the night that I fainted..."
"Yes? What about him?"
"He is my father..."
"Oh... Tell me your story."
"What?"
"Tell me about your life until we met, I hardly know you."
"Ok... Well... My name is Emma Destler, my fathers name is Erik... Better known as the Phantom of the Opera... Before I turned 17 I had never been out of my home, a lair... My face used to be deformed and distorted so I wore masks, much like the one dad had on, when you saw him. I left my dad after we had an argument... Just before I met you guys, I escaped on this boat and finally I found my way out of the catacombs, escaping the opera house. And then I met you guys." I told Enjolras truthfully.
"Good. You gave me the same story as him"
"WHAT!" He had talked with dad!! No.. No.. No!
"Good to see you awake my dear."
No...No...No... That voice.. That too familiar voice.
"Enjolras.... Why..!" I panicked..
Please kill me now!
"I certainly hope you have experienced what you wanted to. We are leaving. Now." Dad said
"Leaving? Where you going!" Enjolras asked, clearly confused.
"Home, of course. I will give you some time to say goodbye." Dad then left the room.
"Enjolras...."
"Leaving?!"
"Please let me join the barricades! If I don't we will be parted forever! He won't let me go! Don't make me go trough this!" I cried out, tears falling rapidly.
This time he actually considered it.
"Fine."
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Little Phantom on Adventure
FanfictionEmma is tired of life in the Phantom's lair. Her father's lair. Erik kept his daughter in the catacombs under the Opera Populaire in fear of losing her, but what if keeping her locked away from the outside world is exactly what makes him lose her. ...
