Author: Kate Pendragon PM
Erik Destler is a deformed genius. He is madly in love with Christine Daae. On a chance meeting he runs into Edward De Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford. Realizing they face a similar problem they devise a plan. What happens when it all goes terribly wrong?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Erik & Earl of Oxford - Chapters: 8 - Words: 5,860 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 11-10-12 - Published: 03-13-12 - id: 7921661
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"Erik I have something I wish to discuss with you." Edward said.
"I have good news." Edward rose to his feet.
"Yes, Christine has requested to see you."
"She has!" Erik tried to contain his excitement, but failed.
"Yes," Edward chuckled. "You've made quiet an impression on her."
Erik couldn't suppress a smile. "Francesco's going to bring her here tomorrow at noon."
"Wonderful, thank you Edward!" Erik started towards the door.
"Erik, wait," Edward, said.
"Yes?" Erik turned back around.
"I have a favor to ask you."
"Check on Jonson's progress, won't you?"
The Next Day at the Cecil's Home
"Christine, where are you going?" Raoul asked.
"I'm going to visit, Meg." Christine said, praying her voice didn't betray her.
"Alright, but don't be too long."
Raoul walked out of the room and Christine sighed with relief.
She knew this was wrong, but she had to know if Erik felt the same way.
Erik couldn't be happier, Christine was meeting him at Edward's. But first Erik had promised to talk to Jonson. He sighed as he entered The Mermaid.
"Excuse me," Erik said to one of barmaids. "Is Ben Jonson here?" The maid pointed to the table in the corner.
Erik made his way over to the table. "Benjamin Jonson?"
"Yes?" The man grunted.
Erik slide into the seat across from Ben.
"Mr. Jonson, I'm Erik Destler."
Ben spit up a little of his drink. "Oh, um, it's nice to meet you," He said wiping to ale off his chin with his sleeve. "I've heard of you."
Erik was growing impatient. "Look Jonson, Edward paid you to stage our plays. Not to mention that he released you from prison. Do you understand?" Ben nodded. "Good. I expect to hear about them soon."
Erik rose from the table. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment I can't miss."
Francesco was waiting for Christine on the dock. They had to be careful; if Anne saw Christine sneaking onto the estate she would tell Raoul.
So while Francesco rushed Christine to the garden, Edward kept Anne and Bridget busy.
"Erik should be here in a few moments, Signora." Francesco said.
"Thank you Francesco." Christine smiled. He returned her smile then disappeared. A few moments later Erik appeared and took a seat next to her.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet me." Christine said shyly. Erik made no reply instead choosing only to watch her. They sat for a few more moments in silence.
"I'm sorry," Christine said finally. "This was a-"
Erik didn't let her finish. He crushed his mouth against her. Christine was shocked, but kissed him back just as fiercely. Her arms wove around his neck while his fingers tangled in her hair. They pulled back only for lack of oxygen.
Erik pressed his forehead against hers.
"I love you, Christine." He whispered.
"I-I-I love you too Erik."