Reblogged from future-prima-ballerina
After just finishing an excruciating ballet rehearsal, I untied my long blonde hair from it’s light blue ribbon,slipped off my baby pink pointe shoes and began to massage my tired, blistered feet until I felt that I could walk on them again without wincing every time I managed to take a step. I…
I stood in the tunnel leading to my opera box, knowing that today, assuming the managers were not complete fools, my salary would be delivered. Sure enough, Antoinette showed up within moments of my arrival with the envelope containing my twenty thousand francs. I was about to emerge from my hidden passage to discuss the success of Christine’s performance when Little Giry burst in. I froze as Meg described Christine’s apparent injury.
“Come on now, Little Giry,” I hissed, secure in the knowledge that my passage would not reveal me unless I wished it, “tell me where she is.”
Thankfully, Madame Giry did not like to be lead unknowingly throughout the opera house, for she asked where Christine was. The second that Meg had said she was by the stairs to the ballet dormitories, I was off, using the labyrinth of secret passages to arrive at Christine’s side before the Girys.
“Christine…” I whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. When I pulled my gloved hand away, I saw the black leather tinged with red blood. I knew she needed medical attention, and I had the necessary first aid materials down in my home. Gently, trying to support her injured head as much as possible and trying to be cautious of any other injury she may have, I lifted her into my arms. I could only pray that she would not wake up while I was giving her aid. I did not want her introduction to my home to be one of fear. Quickly, I slipped down below the fifth cellar, through a passage that allowed me to bypass the underground lake, as I had no wish to traverse it with an unconscious passenger.
Within a few minutes, we were in my home and I was gently laying my angel down on a sofa in the central room of my house, the great organ looming over us as I cared for her. Gently, I cleaned the horrible gash on her head, content that the bleeding had mostly ceased. Knowing that this would most likely be a painful process for her, I sang softly as I cleaned. She may be unconscious, but if she neared waking, perhaps I could sooth her enough to not have her in a panic. I fought to keep my emotions out of my voice, for rage had begun to bubble below the surface now that I knew my Christine was safe. How dare someone do this! Had I not made it apparent that Christine was mine? My hands shook as they bound her wound, and my song turned slightly darker than the soothing melody it had started as. Christine stirred slightly in her sleep, and this woke me from my anger enough to change the song back to one of comfort. Content that her wound was adequately cared for, I slipped into another of my chambers, grabbing a paper and fountain pen from my desk and writing a quick letter to Madame Giry:
Forgive Christine’s absence. I heard Meg informing you of the incident and saw to it myself that she received proper medical attention. Until she is fully healed, I shall not be far away. If you receive any knowledge as to who may have done this, inform me immediately. You know the consequences should you choose to do otherwise.
I carefully folded the letter and sealed it in an envelope. I made for my music room and my angel, when I paused, seeing the bouquet of roses I kept for Christine. I paused long enough to grab one and tie a ribbon around it before returning to my angel. Just as carefully as before, I lifted her into my arms. I walked more slowly this time, reluctant to return my angel to the light, wishing I could keep her with me. Alas, I knew I could not. Not now at least. It would be her choice to make. When she saw how much I could offer, she would choose her Erik. She had to.
Lost in my own thoughts, I realized I had made it to Madame Giry’s chambers. Gently, I placed Christine on the bed, propping up her head on pillows until she seemed comfortable. I stood and simply gazed at her, amazed by her beauty even in a situation like this.
“My angel,” I whispered, reaching to caress her cheek. Before I could touch her, I heard the sound of a key sliding into the lock, and I vanished into one of my passages, resolving not to leave Christine until I knew she was safe from whoever had tried to harm her.