It Was Always Her

Chapter 26

Erik's POV

"No no no! They 'ave to be behind me or else you will not see me!" I scowl down at the stage as Carlotta throws yet another fit about the upcoming opera. Even though Charlotte is the Prima Donna, Carlotta still believes she is center stage with all the attention on her.

I sigh and sit down and dangle my feet over the edge of the bridge, high up in the Populaire. I didn't feel up to terrorizing Carlotta at the moment, which usually got my feelings up. A sweet,a angelic sound fills the air that for a second sounds like...no. It's not her. Looking down, I see Charlotte singing as sweetly as a songbird.

Her voice reminded me so much of her sister's. But alas, they were not the same person. If only I could have my gorgeous songbird back in my arms, the older Dubois sister was the one I loved.

"Oh angel, please teach me how to love. Teach me how to feel passion, I'm young and inexperienced, teach me." Charlotte's eyes are dark as she throws herself at me. I grab her arms and struggle to push her off of me, but she had me shoved against a wall.

"Charlotte, I will not show..teach you any of that nonsense! " I strictly say and hold her an arms length away. She bits her lip and chuckles softly.

"Oh Phantom." She says darkly, removing my hands from her arms, she walks closer to me. "I know you want to." She whispers in my ear, slowly kissing down my neck. NO! You cannot let this happen! You love Yvette, think of her green eyes, her curly brown hair. Wait no, Lotte's hair was brown not Yvette's. But Charlotte's hair was so soft and smelled like lilacs..damn this woman. She bit down on my neck and slowly sucked, I could already feel a bruise forming.

"Charlotte, you better s-stop now." I stuttered, damn. I push her away from me but you comes right back and begins attacking my lips. Her kiss is so needy and animal like, I can taste the passion, the need, want.

"Lotte?" I heard the door creak. My eyes flew open and I saw my beloved angel standing at the door, wide eyed and horrified.

"Yvette!" I exclaim, pushing Charlotte away. She too turns and looks stunned. "This isn't what it looks like!" Yvette turns and exits the room, dropping something on the ground. I rush out after her and I swear I heard Charlotte laugh.

"Yvette! Please listen to me. You are being unreasonable!" I shout as I grab her arm and try to stop her from walking down the hallway.

"Oh I'm being unreasonable?!" She shouts, tears streaming down her precious face. I couldn't stand to see her cry.

"Listen, that wasn't what it looked like. I was-" She silenced me by slapping me.

"Then explain why you were in my sister's room, kissing her late at night!" I opened and shut my mouth several times. She shook her head. "That's what I thought." Yvette brushed away a few tears and pulled her arm from my grasp.

"Goodbye Erik."

I didn't realizing I was crying until I saw my lap was soaked with tears. How had I been so foolish? I never should have gone to see her in the first place. I had found a note, from Charlotte saying she had to discuss important issues about the upcoming opera in her room at 11pm. Why, why, why had I been so foolish?

I got to my feet and fled the stage. Finding the door to a passage, I began walking through it. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going until I ended up infant of the mirror of Yvette's room. I stepped closer and saw her, beautiful golden curls cascading down her back, her swollen stomach, emerald green eyes.

She was staring right into the mirror, her eyes lifeless. She looked down at the front of her dress and I saw it was soaked. She looked shocked, and suddenly horror filled her eyes.