Forever In My Heart

Christine has come back to Erik but why? Will they find love again?

(for people new to movellas there is a blue arrow at the top and bottom of the page to go from chapter to chapter(a lot of people ask me where the other chapters are))


18. What Is This Place?


How long has it been? Days, weeks, months even? I wake everyday to this cold dark cage, no food and no water. I grip the bars weakly. It was no use shaking them, I had already tried. I tried so hard. I screamed, I cried, but no one heard me. Every minute I become weaker and weaker, and every second I was awake was painful. The crippling hunger and the parching thirst. I don't know how much longer I can go on. Someone, anyone... Help me.


I winced as the fresh bandage was placed over my healing stab wound. The hot fire of pain was gone, but had been replaced by a constant ache. Every day I am without her, without Christine, I grow more frail. My spirit however burns with hot anger! That idiot Raoul! Why, I'll kill that drunken fool! How he dare take my love, this flower that isn't his!

"Erik? How are you feeling my friend?" Nadir said placing his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him, in my anger, and said, "I've never been better."

"Erik please, just a few more days and then you will be healthy enough to find your friend"


As soon as the word "friend" exited my mouth, I realized this girl, this gentle girl, was more than what I had originally thought.

"She's no friend, Nadir. She is everything I have ever needed and more. Her smile, oh Nadir, her beautiful smile... It would make even the sourest of hearts melt. And her eyes, a clearer blue has never been seen, I've never seen such eyes. Her laugh Nadir! It's-it's oh it puts the best arias to shame. She's just like an angel, her skin makes me cry. Nadir, she is the one good thing that has ever happened to me. She pulled me from my despair and gave me a new life. And when I said she's no friend, she is so much more. Nadir, she is to be my wife". I saw the familiar look in his eyes, the look I haven't seen in 20 years. It was the look of burning rage and determination.

"Erik, please calm yourself. I remember that look. You must-" his fist collided with the nearby cave wall.

"I can't be calm Nadir! I will never be calm again until she is safe within my arms!" He screamed in rage. He flung his chair into the wall, and it broke with a thunderous crack. Many objects followed until he stood in the middle of complete ruin. The tattered red fabric of his tapestry fell onto the floor. His breathing was ragged and his amber eyes mimicked the flames of hell.

"I will find her Nadir and that fiend Raoul will pay dearly for what he has done. Don't try and stop me." He walked into the adjoining room, determined.

"Allah, protect us all" I prayed. I knew what I had witnessed. I had seen it over a thousand times, long ago in Persia. I knew at that moment, I had witnessed the rebirth of what had been forgotten. He would kill, repeatedly, and anyone that stood in his way was already dead. He was without remorse. Without feeling. The nightmare from hell. He was the Angel of Death.

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