Alone {Caution some PG content, read at own risk}

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine dreamt as she slept. It was a strange dream. She was in a dark room surrounded by mirrors; all of which were smashed. She kept seeing images of Erik behind her, unmasked, but when she turned, no one was there. Just her reflection and Erik's image behind her. "Where are you?" she called, but he didn't answer. All she heard was her echo and his laugh, a sinister laugh. Suddenly, the mirrors melted together and she only saw herself, as Erik's image walked up behind her, he kind of melted into her image on the mirror. Soon, the only part of him left was the disfigured side of his face...on her face. She screamed, and Erik's famous Punjab Lasso appeared at her shoulder. She awoke drenched in sweat, with Raoul looking at her in concern.

[Sakwa]

*Erik heard Christines scream and though he longed to ensure she was okay he forced himself not to. Raoul could look after herself*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine sat up quickly. She longed for a mirror, just to check her face. She reached up and touched the side of her face, it felt normal, it was just a dream. Or nightmare, rather, she thought. She calmed down and Raoul asked, "Are you alright? You screamed in your sleep, and I couldn't get you to wake up. What's the matter?" Christine shook her head, and managed a soft "Nothing." before she suddenly looked sick. Raoul ordered the carriage to be stopped, and he waited inside as Christine rushed out to the roadside. Moments later, an awful retching sound could be heard.

[Sakwa]

*As Erik heard the sound of Christines retching he couldn't hang back any more, taking Ceaser off the road he tethered him to a tree before he could get in hearing distance and stalked noiselessly through the shadows. As he saw Christine so helpless he couldn't help himself. Hidden deep within the shadows he couldn't stop himself singing to her* Wandering child, so lost, so helpess  yearning for my guidence *his voice was soft, and enchanting, but he hid where it was coming from*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine heard his voice. Tears streamed down her face again. She tried to look up, but she heaved again and had to bend over. She shook her head violently. It can't be him, she thought, it can't. I'm imagining it, I'm hallucinating. Once she got herself to stop throwing up, she sat on her knees at the roadside, hugging her stomach. She rocked back and forth slightly, sobbing. She couldn't get herself to stop thinking of Erik. "He'll always be there, singing songs in my head," she rmembered telling Raoul, and she was right. "Oh my  Angel," she whispered, "Will you always follow me, wherever I go? Why must your spirit follow mine, haunting me even in dreams?"

[Sakwa]

*Erik felt the tears rolling down his cheeks. He longed to take her in his embrace, but he was no fool. He could guess Raoul was in the carriage.* I only follow as I cannot live with you, Angel *he whispered*

[*Musical~Soul*]

(Not that he'd be watching, the lazy bum! lol)

Christine wiped the tears from her eyes and looked around trying to find Erik, but there were too many shadows, he could be any one of them. She felt drawn to him once more. Quickly, she looked at the carriage to make sure Raoul wasn't looking, then stood up and slowly walked towards the trees.

[Sakwa]

(LOL)

Christine...*Erik whispered, fighting back the tears, no longer masking the location of his voice. But he still didn't remove the hood that was hiding the mask. He didn't trust Christine not to try and remove his mask again. Not after she'd done that twice*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine turned, seeing a hooded figure. It had to be him, but she hadn't seen him so humbled before. He wouldn't show his face, and he sounded like he was trying not to cry. She didn't know what to say.

[Sakwa]

*Erik regarded Christine from those eyes hidden by his hood. Looked at the woman he had loved...still did love. The hurt coming again, that constant ache of loss. Yet he refused tob let himself cry, he refused to let Christine see those tears of pain she caused him*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine slowly took a few steps toward Erik, half of her hoping that he would walk to her as well, the other hoping Raoul would notice she's taking a long time and come out. She looked at the carriage, but there was no movement inside. She looked back at Erik.

[Sakwa]

*Slowly, although Erik knew he'd regret this later no doubt he took a step towards Christine, but his movement wasn't smooth and flowing, it was wooden. Part of him didn't want to see her, wanted to run. But the part of him that was still in love with her was in control*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine noticed a difference in the way he walked it wasn't the graceful, mysterious step she'd seen him walk before. She restrained herself from running to him, instead she walked calmly, also trying to hide tears. "I'm here." she whispered, not knowing why.

[Sakwa]

*Slowly, almost hesitantly Erik raised a gloved hand and gently wiped away the tears on Christines face. It was strange, he himself wouldn't cry but Christine would, but he paid no thought on it.* Oh Christine...*he whispered, his voice choked with the uncried tears*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine closed her eyes, not shying away from Erik's touch. The rest of her tears fell, and next thing she she knows, she's huddled against Erik's body, embracing him.

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