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

[Sakwa]

*Erik gently held Christine close to him, but not too hard she couldn't break away from him if she wanted to. The tears he'd striven to hide back for so long finally came, silently coursing down his face, hidden though by the deep hood of his cloak*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine didn't notice Erik's tears. All she heard was his and her heartbeats, slowly merging into one slow, steady rhythm.

[Sakwa]

*Erik held Christine close to him, needing her to feel alive. Without her by his side he had felt as if he was slowly dieing, as if she was the other side of his heart* O Christine..*he whispered again*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine lost herself. She buried her face in his chest and cried. "I'm sorry." she whispered.

[Sakwa]

O angel...I forgive you *Erik whispered, he couldn't keep angry at her, it hurt him to be angry at Christine, wounded him deep down. Although he longed to hurt her, to unleash his anger on her at how she had left him he couldn't*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Raoul had fallen asleep, letting Christine take her time, you can't hurry someone who's sick. He knew she'd be back soon anyway, it was just a silly nightmare, that's all. It's not like the Phantom had followed them here and had taken her again.

[Sakwa]

*Erik struggled to regain his usual icy composure that he had had for so long around Christine, to fight the tears back under control but with no luck. Christine had freed the tears that he had wanted to cry all those times when the Vimcote had managed to take her from him.*

[*Musical~Soul*]

(hehe Vicomte de Girlypants)

Raoul sat, then realised something was missing. There wasn't a single sound outside. He looked out the window, and Christine was nowhere to be seen. He rushed outside, and ran toward the trees. He stopped, when he heard whispers and quiet sobs. He hid behind a clump of trees, and saw two figures in an intimate embrace, Christine and that Phantom.

[Sakwa]

*Erik frowned as he heard the sound of rushed footsteps. What if it was the Vimcote...he gulped, still fighting to regain his composure. For Christines sake he wouldn't try and attack the Vimcote...god...he didn't want to lose her again.*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine heard the footsteps, but paid no attention to them.

Raoul turned around and leaned against the trees, sinking to the ground. He was distraught. Burying his face in his hands, he restrained himself from crying out in anger.

[Sakwa]

*Erik couldn't break away from Christine though he knew he should be returning to Cesar.*

*Cesar snorted, tossing his head slightly. He was worried for his master. He heard a group of people approaching and gave a snort. None of the footsteps were that of his masters.*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine had lost all knowledge of the world around her other than she and Erik embracing. Again, the halves of her mind were arguing. One didn't want Erik to leave without her, the oter kept wishing Raoul would appear and they could go on their way.

[Sakwa]

*Cesar tugged again, trying to break free.*

Well well well....what a pretty horse we have here, and all alone *came a leering voice. Cesar snorted, ears laid back*

Fiesty one too be the looks of things, Bert *came a second voice*

Here horsey horsey horsey, *Bert said slowly approaching Cesar.*

*Cesar waited till the one named Bert was in striking distance before snaking out his head and neck and biting Bert on the ear hard.*

OW! YOU LITTLE --- *Bert thumped Cesar on the nose.*

*Cesar reared up sharply with a whinny*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine was startled by the sudden noise of Cesar, she looked up at the direction of the horse, then looked up at Erik and gave him a confused look that said, "You have a horse?" Then she remembered the horsemen she saw, and everything fell together.

[Sakwa]

*Erik gasped.* Cesar! *he muttered under his breath, distractedly.* Something must be wrong.

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