Love of the Ghost

Once again, I still don't own anything..Enjoy :) - Glass Angel

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That night, intreguied by the man in the shadows, you find yourself returning to the Paris Opera House. The streets are almost empty and only a few dim street lights show the way through the shadows. You move quickly yet silently up to the doors of the Opera House and give them a tug. "Damnit, they're locked" you think to yourself.

Suddenly, the whispering in your head starts again, that same familiar voice calling you. You turn around and search for the source when a rose petal on the stairs catches your eye. As you walk down to it, you see more rose petals that you could have sworn were never there before. "Follow the petals dear angel" says the mysterious voice. You gather up all your courage and do as instructed, following the petals all the way around the Opera House to the back door where a beautiful single rose has been put though the handles. Smiling at how romantic this stranger seems to be, you take the rose and open the door, peering into the gloom within.

"Please come in, do not be afraid child" you can finally hear where the voice in coming from and are drawn to it's silky tone, the door shutting behind you and leaving the two of you in the darkness.

"Who are you?" your voice trembles and stutters with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"You mean you do not know?" the m voi voice laughs softly to elf.elf. Suddenly the sound of a match being lit and a burst of flames comes from the darkness infront of you and the shadowy figure lights a candle before slowly lifting the candle to his face. The flame flickers and casts eerie shadows all over his features but the white mask covering the right side of his face is obvious. Your mouth drops open a little in surprise and it takes a moment for you to be able to say anything.

"Oh my God...Erik?" dumbfounded and wide eyed you find yourself walking slowly towards him. "Can it really be you? But I thought that the Phantom of the Opera was just a story?"

A small smirk tugs at the corners of Erik's full lips. "Come, let me show you just how true the story is" Slowly he reaches for your hand, taking it gently into his own and that same coldness from earlier today shoots up your arm and makes you shiver.

Erik leads the way through the black sheet of n, th, the tiny flame of the candle trying to fight it's way through but all you can see is that famous mask covering this mans face while you look on with awe. It takes no longer than 5 minutes for Erik to guide you below the Opera House and into the cellars, following a maze of corridors and hidden tunnels that only he could know and finally helping you down from a high ledge.

As your feet land on the soft sand you look around you and can see the lake surrounding Erik's house. The whole time Erik's eyes have never left your face, watching your reaction to all that surrounds you.

"The lake. So it's all true?" you ask while turning to look into those dark eyes, a mixture of emotions spilling out into your soul with just one glance and Erik nods calmly before offering his hand once again to help you into the little boat floating beside the bank. While sitting in the boat and watching this supposed Phantom rowing, you can't help but think how alive he makes your soul feel after just a few minutes of meeting face to face. Soon your mind beings to wonder to more sexual and sensual things and a blissful smile appears on your face as your eyes close in deep thought, not even realising that the boat has stopped and you have arrived.

Soon you hear Erik calling your name softly and a hand stroking your hair lightly, trying to stir you from your day dream. "Are you alright my angel?" you can hear the worry in poor Erik's voice as you awaken and smile realising where you are once more.

"Oh yes Erik, I'm quiet alright" a smile passes between the both of you making your body tingle with excitement and you squirm a little, trying to hide your aroused state.

On leading you into the house, Erik stops to remove your coat and hanging it up before standing behind you once more and stroking your hair away from your neck. "Your hair is so soft and beautiful" he whispers close to your ear, his warm breath splashing against your neck and driving you crazy and without even realising you tilt your head slightly to the side, offering your neck to him. Erik's fingers are still in your hair, stroking and playing with it before you feel his warm lips pressed against the side of your neck, softly caressing your skin as he kisses you. You both sigh contently together, warm mmms of happiness and pleasure coming from deep within.

You turn around to face him, being a good few inches shorter than Erik, his dominance and authority over you makes you feel so vulnerable yet your hand slowly moves up to his mask. Almost wincing he turns away before you have a chance to touch the mask and looks down away from you, a small tear falling from his naked cheek. Quietly you whisper "Do not be afraid my love, my angel. Let me see your face" and your hand once again reaching for the mask.

To Be Continued...