Erik turned a tearful gaze on the beautiful angel before him.
"Christine.." He wispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you." He sang to her one last time. Christine could only shed tears for this man standing infront of her. Her Angel of Music, her teacher, her solace in this cruel world. She felt so...monsturous, denying this man the only thing he ever loved in this world. She stepped forward hesitantly and placed the ring in his palm before turning to depart with Raoul.
"Share each day with me...each night...each morning..." Christine turned back to glance at Earik one last time as she and Raoul rowed away in the gandola and heard his heartbreaking goodbye.
"You alone can make my song take flight...It's over now the music of the NIGHT!"
2 Months Later...
"Christine..." she turned over in her sleep lost in a dream of Erik, whispering her name softly with a loving caress of his vocie sliding down her neck. "Cristine..." Erik started to shake her shoulders gently. "Wake up Christine.." She stirred and his name left her lips in a longing sigh. Raoul yanked his hand back, she had called out that...that monsters name with a voice that she had never used with him, it was loving, lustful. He stood from the bad, torn between rage and sorrow. She still must be under his spell. Will I ever get my beloved Christine to wake up from this nightmare?
"Raoul?" She called out uncertantly from the bed. "Raoul, are you okay?" He fixed a plastic smile onto his face and turned to his Fiance.
"Yes, my dear, everything is well." He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her. He would make her forget about him, he would show her how much better he was for her, with the only way he knew how. He trailed kisses down her neck, to her coller bone, to her perfectly shaped breasts. He slipped the straps of her chemise down as her worked his way down and suddenly tore it away from her body. Lust filled him as his eyes took in her naked body and the evidence was now pressing into her thigh as he positioned himself on top of her. Christine layed there with her eyes shut as Raoul started to make his advances. She thought that lovemaking was supposed to be enjoyable, but Raoul was hard on her (A/N: no pun intended) and often left her sore and bruised in the morning. She flinched as he tore away her chemise. He was frightening her today and the realization finaly dawned on her that she had called out Erik's name when she awoke. Now she would get her punishment, it seemed.
Raoul's caresses were nothing like Erik's. Raoul's were filled with animalistic hunger, like he was taking out his emotions on her body, sometimes coloring her skin when she did not repond to his touch. But Erik, oh god, Erik treated her with upmost care and lovingness, soft and gentle like he was afraid she might shatter. He sent shudders of longing through her body just from running his fingers down the length of her body with feather-like caresses. A sharp pain came from her lower body as Raoul roughly thrusted into her, his eyes staring at her as if daring her to call out Erik's name now. A tear fell from her eye as she thought of the sweet little boy who retrieved her scarf from the sea. This man ontop of her now was not that sweet child. This man had changed over the years, into a man filled with possesiveness and shallowness and she was starting to believe that she could never change him back, Christine could never love him. When Raoul had pleased himself he ubruptly put on his trousers and stated in a clipped tone.
"I shall be going into the city now, I have to attend to some business there. The servents are here if you need them. Have a pleasent day, Darling." Raoul left the room and christine burst into tears.
"Oh, Angel, where are you when i need you the most? save me...save me..." Christine fell into a heap, her body exausted.