Author's Note:

Hi everyone & thank you for choosing my story. Please bear in mind this is my first fic ever, so be merciful. And please know I LOVE ERIK I just think that his evil persona is either not shown enough or too tame. This fic has no fluffy Erik what so ever, only evil Erik - to the max.

Angel's Vengeance

Christine was frightened out of her mind as the Phantom draged her to his home - and her prison. Roughly he forced her into the boat and Christine started sobbing as the deformed man began polling the boat.

Erik's eyes never left the form of the shaking girl as lust, anger, and madness grew dangerously within him. No one would be able to find her, he had planned it so: the exit they took should've suffiently crumbled by now, Madame Giry would definately lead the pathetic Vicomte, but not far, every tunnel was infested with traps and even if De Changy miraculously found Christine it would not be for days and would not stand a chance against the Opera Ghost by then.

He was stearing the boat so fast that when they hit the shore, Christine jerked forward and was brought out of her crying stupor. Before she had the chance to do anything, two large hands latched themselves onto her forearms and hoisted her out of the boat. Erik never let her touch the ground, he just carried her to his room with as much protest as she dare display, which only made his hatred boil.

"Angel, please stop! Your'e hurting me!" the girl cried pitifully.

"Hurting you!" he roared throwing her to the floor, landing with her back against the wing of the bird bed. "For years I have done nothing, but love and devote myself to you! And how do you repay me?! By taking a knife and stabbing me in the heart every chance you got!" his fists clenched and raised above his head while he roared. "Exposing me like that to the public was cruelest thing ever done to me and the final straw! I hate you Christine Daae! But I am still going to take everything I want from you!"

The damsel in distress paled and went rigid, upon realizing what was about to happen to her. The enraged phantom pinned his knees on either side of her, leaving no hope of escape, and began tearing the costume right off her body. Most of the fabric came off easily, only when he came to the black corset did he have to tug harder and this caused Christine to bang her head against the bed thus silencing her from prior screaming.

Once he was finished, Erik then threw Christine onto the bed, kicked off his boots and pounced upon his prey. Christine screamed and tried to look away by sqeezing her eyes shut and burying her face into the pillow. Her angel would not have it.

"Look at me!" he yelled cupping face and bringing it towards him roughly.

"No!" she sobbed miserably closing her eyes tighter.

"No! he repeated, "You removed my mask twice so that you and all of Paris could see the monster! NOW LOOK AT ME DAMN YOU!"

Slowly she pried open her eyes only to be met with a ravaged face and worst of all eyes burning with anger, insanity, hatred, and lust. Tears began to glaze her doe eyes as she shook and whimpered in fear

"Why do you curse mercy?" she whispered.

"You will learn," he said as he kneed to undress himself, "that there is no mercy in this cruel cruel world."

Instinctively she covered her breast as she began to feel dizzy and faint. Her captor had rid himself of all clothing and pinned her arms above her head, allowing the Phantom to view her vunerable body. Christine bit back a sob when she felt his erection rub against her. He could no longer hold back as lust -pure and simple - dominated his every emotion.

The last thing Christine Daae could remember was an agonizing pain that felt as if her body split in two and her scream that echoed as she fainted.

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Yeah, not a Christine lover. Sorry if it was too dark. Please give me feedback & ideas to punish Christi- I mean end the story( evil look on face & taps finger tips together).