It Was Always Her

Chapter 24

Yvette's POV

I struggle against the mysterious figure, kicking and trying to wiggle out of their grip, but they hold onto my arms tightly. I hear a door open and I'm thrown inside a pitch black room. I couldn't see a thing, adrenaline and fear coursed through my veins.

I feel around the darkness, trying to find a weapon or something I could use to defend myself. I felt a wall behind me and scooted up against it, hopefully putting some space between me and my kidnapper.

My chest was heaving, where was he..or she. I listened closely, suddenly there was movement to my right side. I felt a hand touch my arm and I immediately threw a wild punch in the dark, making contact with something soft and warm. Pain courses through my hand but I ignore it. My attacker groans and I scoot away from them.

The ground feels damp, almost like one of Erik's passages. I suddenly cry out.

"Erik!!!!" I attempt to stand up, but I feel someone tackle me. I scream and a hand is clamped over my mouth. I feel another hand move to my throat and begin to push against my throat. I gasp and struggle for hair. Pulling at the gloved hands, I try and pull their hands off of me. I'm quickly beginning to lose my breath, my arms fall down to my side and my vision turns spotty.

As I begin to shut my eyes, my attacker is thrown off of me. I hear a body hit the wall and fall to the ground. Gasping for air, I grab my throat and drag myself away from the commotion of my savior and kidnapper.

I struggle to catch my breath, listening to the people fighting, punches are being thrown from the sound of it. Finally, it is silent. I begin to shake, what if whoever attacked me had won? What if they were coming back over to finish me off? Oh what I would do to be with Erik right now.

Light comes streaming into the room, I shield my eyes from the brightness. My eyes adjust and I see Erik, standing, breathing heavily in front of the door. He had came to my aid and saved me. At that moment, I didn't care what Erik and my sister had been through or done, all I know is that he had saved my life.

I looked around the room and saw a man lying face down on the ground with a Punjab lasso around his neck. A tear hits my arm, I hadn't even known I was crying. Erik pushes a button on the wall, it lights several torches and closes the door. He walks over to me and throws his arms around me, pulling me close to him.

I begin to sob when he pulls me in to him. He shushes me softly and strokes my hair. I look up at his masked face. Reaching up, I pull the mask off and set it down on the ground next to us. I kiss his lips gently. He returns the kiss softly. I break the kiss and gave up into his eyes. Erik wipes a few tears off my face.

I take a deep breath in a close my eyes, snuggling into Erik's chest. He begins to softly sing to me while running his fingers through my hair.

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender

Turn your face away from the garish light of day

Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams

Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before

Close your eyes, let your

And you'll live as you've never lived before

Softly, deftly, music shall surround you

Feel it, hear it, closing in around you

Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind

In this darkness that you know you cannot fight

The darkness of the music of the night

I feel his powerful arms pick me up, carrying me bridal style towards the lair. I throw my arms around his neck and take in a deep breath. His same Erik smell, roses and parchment paper. Oh how I had missed him.

He hums softly, the swaying motion of him carrying me makes me sleepy. My eyes flutter shut. Hopefully when I wake up, all of what had happened today will all have been just a dream.

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Erik's POV

I'm running as fast as I can through the passages, carrying the limp body of my beloved Yvette in my arms. She keeps mumbling something in her state of unconsciousness. Something about me singing to her, but I can't make it out.

I had heard her cry and rushed as fast as I could to her aid, to find her being chocked by a man. I was too enraged to tell who it was, my only instinct was to kill the man who had caused harm to my one true love. I threw him off her and used my Punjab lasso to end his life.

When I turned to bring Yvette back to my lair, I found her unconscious on the ground, gasping for air. Now here I am, rushing through the underground passages of the Opera Populaire, hoping to save Yvette's life.

Finally, we reach our destination. I hit a button on the wall, opening a door to Madame Giry's room. I see her sitting at a vanity, she sees us in the reflection and gasps, turning around to see the my love passed out in my arms.

"Erik, what happened to her?" She asks as she rushes over to us, motioning for me to lay her down on the bed. I gently lay her down and prop her head up with a pillow.

"Someone attacked her last night, I heard her yell my name and I ran as fast as I could to her aid. When I arrived, he was strangling her. I don't know what else he did to her.." I trail off, tears in my eyes as I imagine the horrid man that harmed my beloved Yvette.

"Mother! What is going on?" I turn and see a shocked Meg Giry. She rushes over to the bed and sees my beloved Yvette passed out. I walk over to the side of the bed, kneel down and take Yvette's hand in mine.

"Meg, I need you to run for a doctor, now." Madame says as I hear her shoo her daughter out the door.

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I stand silent behind the mirror in Yvette's room. The doctor had moved her to the comfort of her room so when she woke up, she hopefully wouldn't be too confused. The doctor was an old man, he worked quickly and efficiently. He had said that she would be fine, a lot of bruising and soreness but it should go away in the next month or so.

Thankfully, the doctor said the child was going to be okay. I had breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that, I was worried that he or she had been harmed during the attack.

It seems that the doctor didn't seem to notice her deformity on the side of her face. I figured that she must have been wearing that heavy stage makeup I strongly dislike. I love seeing her whole face, her deformity didn't bother me the smallest bit.

The only thing I was worried about, was that he was not sure if she would be able to talk, let alone sing for the next month. What if she was never able to sing again? I knew her life would be miserable without singing.

What seems like after forever, they all leave her room. Madame Giry is the last to exit and leaves the lights on. I'm assuming she knows that I have been waiting for them to all leave. As soon as the door shuts, I rush out into her room. When I reach her bed, I lay down next to her, gingerly holding her in my arms as if she was a fine china vase and she would break at the slightest touch.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she slept, watching her angelic face resting. I fell asleep next to her humming, waiting for her to open her gorgeous emerald eyes.

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Hello my lovely readers! I'm so so so so sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER. Please forgive me. I hope that you guys like this chapter! I'm going on spring break soon so hopefully I'll update more!!