Authors Note: Hello to my awesome k. Thank you guys so much for taking the time to read my story. Its so amazing to know that my story has traveled from a small town in Georgia all the way to the Netherlands. Ok so this chapter does have Erik and Christine but sadly no fluff. I promise I will get some in the story as soon as possible. Also to those Raoul lovers out there who are mad at me for making him into a jerk IM NOT SORRY(read in Eliza Hamilton voice). So anyway I will try to post new chapters pretty frequently but I cant next week sorry. Any way please review. Kisses and Rainbows to you all- The Magic Fangirl
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera(sadly)
Chapter 3: My chest burned as I ran farther and farther away from Raoul's mansion. Although my lungs begged for me to stop running my feet kept me going forward. More accurately my feet kept me goin towards Erik. Soon I saw the top of the opera house. I slowed when I reached the charred steps. Slowly I made my way through the familiar doors. Although most of the inside was burned last night in the fire I could still see some gold shinning through all of the ash. I made my way into the main theater. The chairs were all covered in soot. On the floor was the grand chandelier. I into box five. I knew who I was looking for but yet he was not there. I used the side steps to climb onto the stage. I looked over the charred room from the stage. I can remember so many shows I preformed on this stage. Finally I reached the edge of the stage where I could enter into the back stage area. I was heading towards my old dressing room when I heard a noise. It sounded like it came from the old chapel. "Erik" I called out. There was no reply so I continued to make my way to my old dressing room. Finally I made it to the door. I opened it slowly. Surprisingly this room was only burned around the door. On the make up table there was the last rose that Erik gave me. It's brilliant red color contrasting greatly with the black ribbon tied around its stem. I turned to the mirror. I placed my palm flat on the cool glass. Taking a deep breath I pushed it open. I made my way into the familiar dark passageway. I walked through them gripping to the walls so I would not lose my way. Soon I made it to the glassy under ground lake. The boat was not there which meant I had to walk across the icy water. I took off my shoes and began my trek. The water was bitterly cold and it stung my legs. The large grate was open. Slowly I made my way over the threshold. Soon I reached the steps on the shore of Erik's lair. My dress clung to my legs as I made my way out of the icy water. "Erik. Please come out. Please." I pleaded making my way to his large organ. "Christine have you come to make my suffering worse. If so please I beg you to leave." I heard his angelic voice call out. " No Erik I came to beg for you to forgive me. I never should have left I'm sorry." I said desperately. "oh Christine how I wish I could accept your apology ,but how could I you betrayed me. I gave you my heart. I showed you my horrid face hoping that you could understand. I gave you music. I was always there by your side for all of those years that you had no one. I was always there. The moment that I trusted you, you betrayed me. I told you that I loved you Christine ,but you left me. After everything I thought that you might love me to but it is obvious that you don't. so please leave me please don't cause me anymore pain." He said coming out of the darkness with tears running down his face. How I wanted to wipe away his tears. " You are right about all of that except for one thing. I do love you Erik. I love you so much that it hurts. I was such a fool to leave. I can never apologize enough for being such a fool and leaving you." I said with tears slowly waling towards him. " You love me Christine?" he asked with a pleading expression. " Yes Erik I do I love you more than anything or anyone please forgive me." I said. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace. " I forgive you on one condition. Never leave me again Christine that's all I ask of you." He said singing the last part. "never." I said curling deeper into his embrace.
