The Phantom's Secret (a poto fanfic)

Undercover

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                                                             Christine's POV

    I stripped out of the gigantic clothes to slightly smaller clothes (Oliver's). Erik and I decided to get ready and give him a head start. I glanced at the mirror. Uggg! Half of my hair was frizzy, and the other half was flattish. I struggled in vain to fix my hair.  I carelessly adorned my hair with a sprinkle of water. It was no use. I shrugged, putting my hair into a messy bun. "Erik?" I called, stepping into the hallway. "I'm ready." He emerged from a gloomy corner. "Hop on my back. I will carry you there." He ordered. His face was serious...I awkwardly climbed onto his back and wrapped my arms around him. He took off so fast that I had to cling to his muscular form so I would not fly off. He was sure to not hit his head on the doorway again.

                                                                       Erik's POV 

    I quickly ducked outside, careful to not hit my head. I slowed my pace following the lingering odor of vanilla. I smell something unfamiliar. Cologne? Farther up the trail. I caught a whiff of vanilla, cologne, and...magnolias. "What is wrong?" Christine questioned. I hadn't noticed that I stopped. "I think I know who he's meeting, Luna." She smirked, "Teen love!" She squealed right in my ear. "Now onward." She said, tightening her grip on me.  I resumed my awkward gallop. Onlookers stared at us, only making us laugh hysterically. Oliver and Luna's combined scent became vigorous as we drew nearer. As we made our way to a clearing, I spotted him. We immediately went silent. I scaled a tree not too far from them. 

                                                                       Christine's POV

    Erik and I quickly scaled a tree- he did most of the work. Once we were perched in the branches, we began eavesdropping on their conversation.

    "Is that my new suit?" Erik muttered, mostly to himself. I peered through the leaves, to see Oliver wearing a crisp black suit. "Luna, in all of my hundred years, I have never met anyone as amazing as you. I knew from the start I only wanted to be with you, only you. I have cherished every moment we've shared. Luna, will you marry me? Luna...I love you." Oliver sang the last line softly, hope shown in his eyes as he got down on one knee. "Yes, yes a million times."

   I meekly glanced at Erik. Big. Mistake. Erik's face was beet red. The vein in his neck throbbed, as his jaw clenched. He glared at them with his bulging eyes. 

   "I think we should go..." I breathed, trying not to provoke him. His glare softened a little as he nodded. He threw me on his back and jumped out of the tree. JUMPED! I opened my mouth to let free my scream of terror, but it got caught in my throat.  We landed silently on the grass. Once again he took off in a graceful, yet swift sprint. I was still trembling when his gorgeous house came into view. He seized the door handle, slamming open the door. He stomped inside, evidently bitter. "You can get off now." He hissed sourly.  I blushed, leaping off. He slammed his fist down on the wooden table, causing it to collapse. He furiously kicked aside the debris. 

   He stomped down the dim hallway muttering something about his music room. I quietly followed him. He opened the door and let me come in. He sat down at a marvelous organ in the corner. Oliver suddenly seemed to emerge from the wall closest to the organ. Secret doors. "Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest. Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight. I had rather hoped that you would come, and now my wish comes true. You have truly made my night!" Erik sang, in a booming voice which sounded a little hysteric. As he jabbed Oliver in the chest with his pointer finger. "...So you know?" Oliver asked, slowly backing away. "GO TO YOUR COFFIN." "Must I?" Oliver snarled, instantly regretting it. Erik tensed whipping around looming menacingly over his trembling figure. He let out a petrifying screech. He plunged his fist through the wall.

   After he retreated to his coffin, Erik smoothed his hair and rumpled clothes. Taking a deep calming breath, he turned towards me. "Would you like to join me for dinner?" He questioned with his usual velvety voice, almost hypnotic. I nodded nervously and followed him into the kitchen.