Must Be Fate's Design

Chapter 15

Opera POV

I hated talking about my past. I hated just thinking about it. Every time I do I felt something bad would happen, or rather, I felt on edge. All night I was tossing and turning, twice Erik would get up from the sofa and check on me, which wasn't helping me at all. In fact, it was freaking me out that a freakishly tall man would appear in my doorway but I didn't have the heart to tell him so.

Though the moment I did fall asleep, it was six in the morning and the lights were shining through my window. Andrew was still asleep and I could hear Erik walking around the other room. But I somehow managed to fit in another hour as I drifted off again.

Though I wish I didn't. I wished I stayed awake and just make an extra large coffee instead. I had fallen into one of my nightmares, but not the normal ones where I was falling, or I couldn't find Andrew, or Danny chasing me. I was in a large room, and it was empty. The marble floors were shiny enough for me to see my reflection, and the windows were large against the wall. The view was beautiful, a large open meadow, definitely a view you wouldn't see in New York, that's what confirmed that I was dreaming.

Turning around and seeing the doors, I almost immediately recognized this room.

"How dare you speak to me that way!" The familiar voice yelled. There was the girl with red hair, standing from her throne, "After all I've done for you, Erik!"
"You are not my queen. I owe you nothing." Erik said, taking a threatening stride forward. I stood my ground this time and watched with interest. This was the memory from when I first met Erik back in the alley. This was that woman...oh, what was her name?
She grabbed the front of her dress as she headed down the three stairs to become level with Erik, "When I say nothing can be done, I am true to my word!"
"Lies." He said, "I know there is a way for she and I to be together, and I will not rest until I am with my true love. I will find her, in this life, or another."
I didn't understand this before, but now I know. Erik wanted to be with Christine. Did he think this woman, this witch, could do something about it? Her smirk was terrifying, though it resembled someone I knew, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Careful what you wish for." She said, with a wave of her hand.
Then again, the black clouded dust came and took Erik away. Taking me too. This was the moment that Erik came to New York. He woke up in the city disoriented, having known no one, in the cold with a fever. At the time, he was a killer. Someone who was dangerous and could have hurt me or Andrew. And now he's my friend.

I thought I would have woken up at this point, seeing that the last time I did. Only this time I appeared in a bedroom, fit for royalty. The wallpaper was stunning, and there was the fine marble floor again. There was a bed in the center of the room with a see through canopy. I hesitantly walked over to it after hearing a familiar groan. It was Erik, I've heard him make similar noises in his sleep when I would wake up to go to the bathroom. He was dreaming, that much was certain.

I came closer to the canopy, seeing that he was laying down on his back, his shirt was off and...he was naked underneath the covers. I wanted to cover my eyes in respect, but my dreamself was a pervy bitch and I had no choice but to look as his half deformed face winced at the painful dream he was having. I wanted to touch him, take his hand, wake him up, do something to stop this but I could only watch.

Suddenly, I jumped back slightly as I saw an arm go over his chest. It was the woman in the throne. She had taken her beautiful nails and trailed them along his bare chest and whispered his name in a seductively beautiful and entrancing voice that even made me shiver. Erik woke up almost immediately, and her arm stopped him from jumping out of bed. "It was a nightmare, darling." she cooed, taking her hands now and turning his head towards her, "Go back to sleep."