A Second Chance
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
6,389
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own the Phantom of the Opera, and make no money from this story.
Chapter Four
DISCLAIMER:
Title: A Second Chance.
Author: Larissa
Summary: She has the courage to save his life and give him a new one. Based on Susan Kay's and Gerard Butler's phantom.
Rating: R.
Pairing(s): Erik/Melanie and Erik/Christine.
Feedback: desired and appreciated.
Characters: Erik from Susan Kay's book "Phantom" and from Gerard Butler's interpretation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Erik, Christina and Daroga. The other characters listed in this story are all mine. I do not make any money out of it.
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Melanie felt the blood leave her face. She heard stories of people who had lost their memory after hitting with their heads and she had feared that would happen to Erik.
Suddenly she realized he was going to need her more then she had imagined. This thought made her feel contented. In a certain way she now owned the Phantom’s destiny.
She softly placed her hand on his chest feeling her body shiver.
“Erik, you suffered an accident and you hit your head. Due to that, you have memory loss. But don’t be afraid! This is my house, I live here with my father and I will help you.”
As she finished her sentence, the duke entered the room. Both men looked at each other and she noticed the angry look in Erik’s face.
“Is this your father? Why is he looking at me like that?!” he said in a raspy, threatening voice.
“Calm down, Erik.” Came the firm voice of the duke. “You are still recovering from a wound on your head and also one on your chest which almost killed you. The doctor said you should stay in bed and rest.”
“I want to know who I am and who this doctor is too. And I wish you’d tell me why am I wounded in the first place? And why don’t I remember a thing?”
The duke looked at his daughter who nodded her head.
“Yes daddy, Erik lost his memory.”
Erik punched what was left of a table making it fall to the ground and form a pile of wood.
“Who will answer my questions?” he growled, grabbing Melanie by her arm and pulling her towards him, his other hand flew to her neck.
“No! Let go of my daughter now or I’ll call the servants to detain you.” The duke yelled.
Erik did not bother to even look at the duke. His hand was still around her neck, yet he did not squeeze it, not wishing to hurt her.
He pulled her even closer to him, pressing her body fully against his. She looked in his eyes and they dived into each other’s souls. There was such intensity in their stare, the duke thought her daughter was hypnotized and he was unable to help her.
Melanie could feel the heat, which emanated from Erik’s chest as he pressed it against hers; the muscles of his legs contracted against her thighs. He slowly let his hands caress her neck, sliding down to her arms. Both their hearts were beating fast and Erik suddenly noticed his… excitement.
He took a step backwards, shocked b his body’s response to that young woman he just met.
“Who are you?” he asked in a whisper, his voice slightly husky.
“I’m your friend. Someone who was placed in your way to help you.” She smiled at him, still recovering from their intimate contact.
“Who placed you in my way?”
“God.”
“God does not exist!”
“Very well, then it was destiny. Call it which ever you want. Now, please, let’s sit on the bed, since you destroyed the furniture. Daddy, could you please ask someone to bring a table and a couple of chairs for the room.”
“Alright Melanie, but I will let the door open and will be in my room. And you, sir.” He said, addressing to Erik. “Do not dare to hurt Melanie or I’ll… I’ll kill you!”
Erik narrowed his eyes at the duke as he turned his back to him and slowly headed towards the door. He began walking towards the duke with closed fists.
Melanie ran and stood in front of him and, for the third time that evening they stared at each other. He put his hands down, his eyes fixed on her, sparkling.
She did not fear him. On the contrary, she felt tenderness and caring for that man. She could see such sorrow in those deep green eyes.
As Erik looked at her he wondered who she was, why did she help him and, most importantly, who he was. His head started to hurt and pulsate.
Melanie saw his dilemma and noticed his distorted face was loosing its hate expression and being replaced by pain. Once more she controlled his anger.
She took his hands in hers and his palms, placing them on her shoulders. The warmth coming from them made her legs tremble and she feared she would fall. She held on to his waist and took one step near him, placing a soft kiss on his rammed cheek, close to his mouth.
She felt him shiver and thought it was best step away. She remembered feeling his reaction before when he had his body pressed on to hers.
“I know it is hard to trust someone you don’t know. But, please, read in my eyes what I feel for you.”
“Melanie, I do want to trust you. You are so… sweet… What is it that you feel for me?” again that wonderfully soft, musical voice melted on her ears.
She felt the tears forming in her eyes and fought not to let them come. But she couldn’t and they wet her face. The emotion of having that man who, for so many years, teased her imagination and curiosity, there, so close she could feel the heat of his body and the softness of his breath, was almost unbearable. He was so wonderful his rammed face was the last of her concerns.
Erik brushed his fingers against her face and she closed her eyes wishing he would kiss her.
“Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?” he asked once again with that voice which could make her loose her mind.
“No, you didn’t. I guess it is just the emotion of having you here, with me.”
“Why? Who am I?”
She took his hand and walked with him towards the bed. They set down and she placed his hand on he lap, entwining her fingers with his. She told him all about the accident, how he appeared out of nowhere in front of the carriage. How he was hit on the chest and then fell on the floor hurting his head.
While she spoke he watched her face, her delicate features, her gracious mouth moving to form the words. He looked at their entwined hands and felt something good inside his heart. He felt as if he had never touched a woman’s hands before. He leaned forward, nearing his face of hers and inhaling the roses scent of her hair.
She felt his face near hers and the wanting of being kissed returned.
“Thank you for telling me what happened to me. But I need to know what happened before… you know… who I really am…”
She looked in his eyes and her heart ached due to the confusion she saw in them. Should he know the whole truth? The deceits, the betrayals, the killing…
Title: A Second Chance.
Author: Larissa
Summary: She has the courage to save his life and give him a new one. Based on Susan Kay's and Gerard Butler's phantom.
Rating: R.
Pairing(s): Erik/Melanie and Erik/Christine.
Feedback: desired and appreciated.
Characters: Erik from Susan Kay's book "Phantom" and from Gerard Butler's interpretation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Erik, Christina and Daroga. The other characters listed in this story are all mine. I do not make any money out of it.
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Melanie felt the blood leave her face. She heard stories of people who had lost their memory after hitting with their heads and she had feared that would happen to Erik.
Suddenly she realized he was going to need her more then she had imagined. This thought made her feel contented. In a certain way she now owned the Phantom’s destiny.
She softly placed her hand on his chest feeling her body shiver.
“Erik, you suffered an accident and you hit your head. Due to that, you have memory loss. But don’t be afraid! This is my house, I live here with my father and I will help you.”
As she finished her sentence, the duke entered the room. Both men looked at each other and she noticed the angry look in Erik’s face.
“Is this your father? Why is he looking at me like that?!” he said in a raspy, threatening voice.
“Calm down, Erik.” Came the firm voice of the duke. “You are still recovering from a wound on your head and also one on your chest which almost killed you. The doctor said you should stay in bed and rest.”
“I want to know who I am and who this doctor is too. And I wish you’d tell me why am I wounded in the first place? And why don’t I remember a thing?”
The duke looked at his daughter who nodded her head.
“Yes daddy, Erik lost his memory.”
Erik punched what was left of a table making it fall to the ground and form a pile of wood.
“Who will answer my questions?” he growled, grabbing Melanie by her arm and pulling her towards him, his other hand flew to her neck.
“No! Let go of my daughter now or I’ll call the servants to detain you.” The duke yelled.
Erik did not bother to even look at the duke. His hand was still around her neck, yet he did not squeeze it, not wishing to hurt her.
He pulled her even closer to him, pressing her body fully against his. She looked in his eyes and they dived into each other’s souls. There was such intensity in their stare, the duke thought her daughter was hypnotized and he was unable to help her.
Melanie could feel the heat, which emanated from Erik’s chest as he pressed it against hers; the muscles of his legs contracted against her thighs. He slowly let his hands caress her neck, sliding down to her arms. Both their hearts were beating fast and Erik suddenly noticed his… excitement.
He took a step backwards, shocked b his body’s response to that young woman he just met.
“Who are you?” he asked in a whisper, his voice slightly husky.
“I’m your friend. Someone who was placed in your way to help you.” She smiled at him, still recovering from their intimate contact.
“Who placed you in my way?”
“God.”
“God does not exist!”
“Very well, then it was destiny. Call it which ever you want. Now, please, let’s sit on the bed, since you destroyed the furniture. Daddy, could you please ask someone to bring a table and a couple of chairs for the room.”
“Alright Melanie, but I will let the door open and will be in my room. And you, sir.” He said, addressing to Erik. “Do not dare to hurt Melanie or I’ll… I’ll kill you!”
Erik narrowed his eyes at the duke as he turned his back to him and slowly headed towards the door. He began walking towards the duke with closed fists.
Melanie ran and stood in front of him and, for the third time that evening they stared at each other. He put his hands down, his eyes fixed on her, sparkling.
She did not fear him. On the contrary, she felt tenderness and caring for that man. She could see such sorrow in those deep green eyes.
As Erik looked at her he wondered who she was, why did she help him and, most importantly, who he was. His head started to hurt and pulsate.
Melanie saw his dilemma and noticed his distorted face was loosing its hate expression and being replaced by pain. Once more she controlled his anger.
She took his hands in hers and his palms, placing them on her shoulders. The warmth coming from them made her legs tremble and she feared she would fall. She held on to his waist and took one step near him, placing a soft kiss on his rammed cheek, close to his mouth.
She felt him shiver and thought it was best step away. She remembered feeling his reaction before when he had his body pressed on to hers.
“I know it is hard to trust someone you don’t know. But, please, read in my eyes what I feel for you.”
“Melanie, I do want to trust you. You are so… sweet… What is it that you feel for me?” again that wonderfully soft, musical voice melted on her ears.
She felt the tears forming in her eyes and fought not to let them come. But she couldn’t and they wet her face. The emotion of having that man who, for so many years, teased her imagination and curiosity, there, so close she could feel the heat of his body and the softness of his breath, was almost unbearable. He was so wonderful his rammed face was the last of her concerns.
Erik brushed his fingers against her face and she closed her eyes wishing he would kiss her.
“Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?” he asked once again with that voice which could make her loose her mind.
“No, you didn’t. I guess it is just the emotion of having you here, with me.”
“Why? Who am I?”
She took his hand and walked with him towards the bed. They set down and she placed his hand on he lap, entwining her fingers with his. She told him all about the accident, how he appeared out of nowhere in front of the carriage. How he was hit on the chest and then fell on the floor hurting his head.
While she spoke he watched her face, her delicate features, her gracious mouth moving to form the words. He looked at their entwined hands and felt something good inside his heart. He felt as if he had never touched a woman’s hands before. He leaned forward, nearing his face of hers and inhaling the roses scent of her hair.
She felt his face near hers and the wanting of being kissed returned.
“Thank you for telling me what happened to me. But I need to know what happened before… you know… who I really am…”
She looked in his eyes and her heart ached due to the confusion she saw in them. Should he know the whole truth? The deceits, the betrayals, the killing…