A couple weeks later, Erik tells me that I’m allowed to use crutches. I’d been in bed for almost a week, with the exception of moving to a chair, so the idea to walk around his home sounded like a good way to see what he does… besides stalk me.
I came to find out while hopping with one foot, I discovered Erik had a library. It was huge! Books of all sorts were on their shelves that reached 20ft up to the ceiling. I didn’t realize Erik lived in a mansion. I guess I was too busy trying to get away from him.
Since I hadn’t done anything fun here, I decide to find a book that’s interesting. There were so many genres; I didn’t know what to choose. I glanced through some of the titles, and authors. He had about every book imaginable.
I finally found a book that I was familiar with, Beauty and the Beast. It’s my favorite classic book. My mom used to read it to me as a five-year-old. I always loved how Belle saw into the Beast’s inner beauty. I feel like Belle here with Erik.
After a couple hours of reading, I fell on asleep on the sofa. I remember Erik coming inside the library when it was dark outside. I open my eyes barely, watching him touch my head. He takes the book on top of my stomach and puts a blanket over me. I close my eyes, but I think I did feel him kiss my forehead, I’m not sure though.
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The next morning the bright yellow sun shines in my face, I pull the blanket over my head. I yawn once my eyes get used to the light. Having a broken ankle makes everything exhausting.
Walking with my crutches to my room, I keep wondering about the wedding he has already planned. I hope my dad finds me before it happens. I take a bath and get dressed into a red and black striped dress. I hurriedly pin my dark unruly hair up when I hear a knock at the door.
“Christine.”
Erik stands straight and tall in front of me when I open my door. “Good morning.” I say, yawning. I cover my mouth.
“I noticed last night you slept in the library.” He focuses his eyes on my dress.
“Yeah, I fell asleep reading.” I say as if it didn’t bother me. When really having some stranger kiss me goodnight… it’s creepy.
“I came to tell you that breakfast is ready.”
“Okay,” I grab my crutches, and walk down the stairs. I can feel Erik’s warm breath in my ear. Ugh, I hate when people do that! My friends liked to whisper secrets in my ears at school, and I always hated it because it tickled my ear.
“So, Erik, do you have a garden?” I faintly remembered seeing one when I ran for my life, so I try to start a good conversation.
“Yes, I have a rose garden.” He replies, “Why?”
Roses were my favorite. Then again, he probably knew that, as he did stalk me for… wait, how many months? “Sounds nice. How many months did you stalk me?” I ask abruptly. A flash of surprise glazed over his face, but he hides it well.
“I wouldn’t say stalk. I watched over you.” He replied carefully.
“Okay, how many months did you watch over me than?”
“I started watching you since a bit before your 15th birthday… so about 2 years.” He says, like it was nothing at all.
“What? You’ve been watching me since I was 14?” I question, baffled. This guy was crazy.
“Yes. I saw you singing at an auditorium.” He continues as we walk down the stairs, “I’d never seen such innocence in this world, and I knew I had to protect you. I never thought I would fall in love with you.”
He says those words like I am all that matters. And whoa, innocence! Come on! Every girl has a little bit at that age! He didn’t have to pick me…
We step into the breakfast room, where the most divine home-cooked food is laid on the table.
“So, because you fell in love with me, I have to marry you?” I ask, and start eating.
He watches me and sighs, “Yes, exactly. Eat your food and stop asking questions. You have a dress fitting next week, and then you will pick a meal for your birthday tonight.”
I totally forgot today was my birthday. Whew! I am so thankful that I do not have to get married today. I just hope I can get away before it happens.
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Captive Angel
Fanfiction"I will marry you." Erik Desslar's ominous words spoken to 16 year-old Christine Daae were frightening enough without it actually happening. Will being his captive angel turn into something more or will her life fall? -Modern Day
