Bless her Heart

Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, it belongs to Gaston Leruox and Andrew Lolyd Webber.


Erik paced his lair watching the clock with very little patiants. Finally, the clock turned eight and the performance was beginning to start. He ran to his boat and sailed down the river to the stage. He sat in his normal seat in Box Five.

He watched as Chya danced and sung her little heart out. Erik felt his heart flutter everytime she made a dance step or sung a note. She had a voice of an angel. He never thought he would ever hear something so beautiful, or see something so beautiful. He was sure no one could ever take Chya's place as his angel. No one.

After the performance and after everyone was gone celebabrating Erik snuck back stage and behind the curtain to find his beautiful angel Chya. What he found when he got behind the curtain was a white rose. He picked it up and smelled it. Insted of a rose smell, mint was it's scent. He chuckled. "You smell like angels love." he said, turning around to see her standing behind him with a lovely grin on her face.

She walked forward in a very seductive manner which was driving Erik mad. When she finally reached him their bodies were only inches apart and yet they both felt like they were miles away!

Her hand slowly reached out and touched the unmasked side of his face ever so gently. So gently it made Erik reach his peak! He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her hard against him, his mouth crushing against her soft, pale pink lips.

(Erik's POV.)


God, her taste wsa driving me ever more mad than I actually was! He small body wriggled underneith my own for a moment until she got comfortable. She opened her mouth to me the second my lips met her own. She quickly took my gloves off and the second she did my hands roamed all over her young body. I kissed down her jaw to her soft neck.

I felt like a vampire sinking it's fangs into his victim. Hell, Chya was my victim. She had fallen to the wrath of the great Phantom of the Opera. The Opera Ghost.

I felt her place my hand over her small breast. She moaned as I touched. I felt her nipple harden under my strong touch.
A woman had never had this type of sexual power over me before. I had been with many women, but none of them had ever lit this type of fire in me.


(Chya's POV.)


Christ, this was amazing. I had never felt this way about anyone. I was so happy being in this man's arms. A man who I barely knew anything about. He knew everything about me. I had told him everything about me in my letters.

This man had to be so much older than I. But at this moment I didn't care. Not at all.


They didn't know how it happened but the next thing Chya knew she was laying on her back on his bed. He must've carried her to the boat and then to the bed. She didn't care how they got there, they were just there in his bed and that was all that mattered to her at that moment.

He went to untie her dress when suddenly Erik stopped. Chya was about to protest when he put a finger to her lips to silence her. There was splashing in the water. Suddenly, Madam Giry apeared. She was soaking wet from swimming across the lake.

She saw Erik laying there with Chya in his arms. He quickly got up, grabbed Madam Giry by the arm and walked out of the bedroom with her.

"What in the name of the Saints are you doing here?" he demanded roughly from her. She suddenly had burst into tears.

She laid her head on his shoulder. He didn't understand. "Madam, what is the matter?" he asked her. She was shaking from the cold water. "Som...someone had raped Meg!" she cried.

Erik heard a gasp behind her. Chya was standing there fixing her hair. Chya ran to Madam Giry and held her. "Oh, Madam, who?" Chya asked her teacher. Madam shook her head.

"I don't know-but someone has! I found her beaten in the hallway and her clothes were torn and the blood! So much blood!" Madam Giry cried out.

Erik had always thought Madam Giry to be the only woman made of steel. The only person in the world to be made of steel. But at that moment Erik knew she wasn't. He knew she was just like everyone else. Human.

Madam Giry's legs buckled underneith her and Erik and Chya caught her before she fell to the stone floor. "I'll get a blanket, stay with hre Chya." Erik told his angel. She shook her head and Erik left.

When he returned he wrapped Madam Giry in the blanket. "Madam, where is Meg?" Chya asked. "She's with the doctor-I had to come and see Erik. He's the only one who can help me." Madam Giry said, her voice weak and not strong as it normally was.

Erik sighed. "Madam, I care about you and Little Meg, but I'm not a detective!" he cried out. Madam Giry grabbed his hand.
"Erik, please. I brought you here, I saved you! I've never asked anything in return of everything i've done for you. But for the love of God please...please help my Meg." she begged him.

Erik had never seen Madam Giry beg. It was rather strange. It was unatural to see her beg to someone, even Erik.

"I will do what I can, Madam." he told her. Chya and Madam Giry sighed together. "Chya, take her to Meg." Erik ordered.
Chya looked at him as if to say, 'I want to stay with you,' but Chya knew she had to help Madam Giry.

Erik helped the two women into the boat. He kissed Madam Giry and Chya on their foreheads and watched them sail away.

Damn! He was so close! They both had been so close to being together. It seemed that God didn't want them to be together.
It was as if God had let Satan play tricks on Erik so he couldn't even make love to the one woman he actually, truly loved!
If this was a joke, Erik wasn't laughing.