“No, no, no! At the beginning of the aria!” The director yells.
“This is going to take forever.” A ballerina whispers to me. I nod. Life in acting was not going to be easy, that’s for sure. The Hannibal production was going smoothly, but then La Carlotta screamed and cried when the managers told her I was taking the lead.
After rehearsal I get back to my room to change and go to bed. Madame Giry said I could sleep at the Opera House since I was part of the staff. I felt so tired so I quickly change and fall asleep in my bed.
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The next morning, I wake up, and notice that I’m not in my bed. I’m in a black swan bed with red cushions, and I hear someone play an organ with music I’ve never heard before. The music sounds so complicated but so simple. The way it’s played with keys that make it both lovely and sad seem to remind me of a certain someone. No. It could not be. Him? No, not him! I quickly get out of the swan bed. He can’t be alive. Was he the one that carried me here last night?
The tall, broad-shouldered man has his back turned to the organ. Playing it without notes on music sheets.
“Erik?”
He stops playing. He doesn’t turn around to look at me right away. But when he does I can see that it is truly he. In the past and present this man has kidnapped me for his ‘love.’
“Christine, how did you sleep?” he asks me. His white mask gleams from the lightened candles.
“’How did I sleep?’” I start mocking his words. “Oh, I slept fine before I woke up hearing the organ playing. And found out it was you who brought me down here.”
“Will you please grow up?” He groans and runs his hand through his hair. “You’re such a child in some ways.” I become angry when he treats me like a child. I don’t need his love.
“Why did you bring me down here?” I ask, annoyed.
He smiles, “Because we are getting married tomorrow.” He announces to me. My jaw drops open. Married? Tomorrow? “Stop questioning about it and be more thrilled.” He adds, “Most brides would be happy for their wedding day and afterwards.” He grins at my embarrassment.
My mouth doesn’t close. I’m shocked. My heart starts beating a million beats a second. He’s not actually going to have the wedding night, is he?
“I’m not marrying you.”
“Yes you are, since I already told the priest that tomorrow is the date.” He says.
“How could you?” I say furiously.
“I can’t think of a better woman to spend my life with.” He replies, “That’s why.” I don’t know what to say. At first he just called me a child now I’m a woman. This guy is nuts!
“I’m never going to marry you!” I shout at him.
“You love me!” Erik haughtily.
“Ha! I wouldn’t marry if you were the last man on earth!” I snap at him defending myself with anger.
“Technically, you would have to, since we would be the only people for the lack of a better world to save mankind.”
“It’s not up to you who I should marry.” I tell him. “What if I want to marry Raoul?”
“That fop of a boy?” He rolls his eyes in annoyance. He makes me so angry
“Don’t call him that. He’s the kindest, sweetest person ever. More sweeter than you’ll ever be.”
“I doubt it.” Erik takes a step closer to me. I back up to the wall. “I think you love me.”
“I don-”
His lips crash on mine. I just stand there, brain-dead; I can’t seem to pull myself together. I forget what I was about to say. Although none of the rage against him is gone. Why would it be?
“Enough.” I whisper, not wanting someone so dangerous to kiss me like that. “I like Raoul more than you.”
“Like is the key word, my darling. You don’t love him.” He informs me, as if he’s known what my heart wants.
“First of all, I’m not your darling. Secondly, I-” Cut off by my words again and kissed by the man who thinks I’m his already. Maybe I do love Erik…
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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
