Christine's Sister

Chapter Three

(Note this take a place before Erik takes Christine to his chambers, also based on Andrew Lloyd Webber' s 2004 movie)

Erik, had carried the small frail body to his lair. He had never brought anyone down here, but this girl would freeze to death or die of starvation- even though it looks as if she is half way there, he thought.

As he put her body on his swan bed, he rolled her to her side and untied her wrist. His slipped the rope off, and noticed how red and raw her wrist had been, who ever did this must have hated the poor girl.

Erik lay her back on her back, and stared at her for a moment, her knew her, of course the phantom knows everyone who steps I to the opera house.

Rosalie Daae, the youngest daughter from the deceased violinist or know as Christine's sister.

He noticed she had the same pale, smooth skin, but her eyes had blue dark circles under them, where as Christine was flawless.

She had the same length in hair, but Rosalie' s hair wasn't as curly, more dark and silky, kind of like a dark crow's wing.

She was also much smaller than Christine, Christine was petite anyways, but her sister was unbelievably smaller. Her arms more weak and frail, her height wasn't very striking, Erik looked at her, she looked so short. Where Christine barely came over his chest, Rosalie may, make it there.

Erik decided to put a blanket over her, and leave to his organ.

Rosalie' s eyes opened up, and she soon realized she was not on the stone steps anymore. She was some where warm, and soft.

Sitting up and laying a blanket aside, she couldn't help but to fold the blanket and run her fingers through her hair, hoping she didn't look like a complete fool.

She started to make her way to to the noise she heard, of a organ being played beautifully. Stopping at the rather large tall figure sitting at the bench, she studied the mysterious man for a moment.

He turned slowly on his wooden bench and his icy blue eyes took in her presence, her every detail. She was beautiful, perfect in her night gown.

"Ahh, I see you have awoken," Erik said, he slowly stood, noticing the girl have frozen in place and stared at him. Her beautiful face was confused and somewhat fearing.

"You're.. the Phantom," she said, her words hard to say, "the Phantom of the Opera," she breathed, her dark almost black pools looked up at him, shock on her face.

Erik did not smile, but he chuckled, softly but had a warning, deathly tone in, "Why yes my dear, I am", he said amused, stalking closer.

Her eyes had set a fixed on him, taking a few steps before his leather gloves hands grasp her upper arms, holding her in place. To Erik' s  surprise, she did not move away or struggle away, she let him grasp her, to have control- which made it lucid on who was in control.

"Don't fear me, for you should be thankful of my helping you Ms. Daae," he said, "you were laying on the way to the steps of my chambers." He said smoothly, his voice smooth as fine silk, but she could hear the threat in it.

He let go of her arms, but the power in his voice suggest to her to stay put.

Making his way to his organ, he picked up a note from the bench, "So Madame, ease explain this letter I read," he said with interest g staring at the note with a perplexed face.

"I-I don't know.." Rosalie said as if she was in shame, and she was, embarrassed by her own insolence to wonder the hall at nighttime, knowing Raoul was back.

Erik had gotten a clue she wasn't willing a part of this joke that was played, he walked to her and held his gloved hand out to her.

Taking it politely, she let him hold her hand, in a gentleman nature as he led her to his bench he seemed to always be on, and motioned her to sit, and watched as she obeyed orders.

"Madame, I wish to know why I do I d you tied up with a  It's by you saying you were sacrificed to me," he said holding the note in his hands,letting his finger gets drum against the small paper as he stepped slowing- intimidating around d the bench, "I assume you did not willingly allow such an act."

Rosalie took a small breath to collect herself, she could feel he was intimidating-  no doubt, deep down inside his shell she sensed he was understanding, secretly compassionate, caring for others who were in his place.

"Vicomte de Chagny, Monsieur," she said pausing, "he doesn't not have a level eye with me."

Erik raised his brow, "The de Chagny boy, the new patron?" He asked, gaining a nod from her, "why ever so?" He asked, softly, his curiosity getting him.

Rosalie' s breathing caught, and Erik took notice. She was uncomfortable, and it seemed to run deep and personal. Perhaps she had rejected him, or he was just simply a fop boy Erik despised. Knowing though the shower next was far to touchy, he stepped in front of her.

"Come Madame, we must return, you sister and the fop will be missing you,"he said, he held his hand our once again, allowing her to take it.

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-C.B