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Chapter One

Erik Destler stood inside the mirror of the opera house bedroom where dear Christine Daae stayed, his rage consumed him. After what he just saw, he had every right to the anger that boiled his blood. Christine the name was whispered over and over in his head until he was ready to scream, hisChristine! Mine! He thought viciously. That foolish boy believes he can steal her from me after all the hard work I've done? He shouted in his head, "No, I think not." He growled as he watched the boy leave. His lips curled into a snarl as he watched Christine begin to take off her robe, lust raced through his blood causing his anger to boil over and he let his voice ring out loud and full… angry, "Insolent boy, your brave young suitor!" he spat as he stepped out of the mirror/door and grasped her wrist. Christine gasped softly as Erik's gloved hand locked onto her wrist with an iron grip, she didn't fight because she knew it would be useless. He let a smirk play at his lips when she froze, he could see her pulse racing at the heart of her throat and he wanted to strangle her… and kiss her at the same time. He pushed the thoughts away and tugged her toward him, then pulling her toward the passage for her to follow. He released her wrist and knew she would follow so he didn't wait for her, instead began to walk down the dark corridor. He heard the mirror/door close softly and heard Christine's soft footfalls behind him. When they arrived in the music room he whirled to her and practically shouted, "I told you to stay away from him!" he didn't even care that fear showed in her pitiful brown eyes, "You try my patience with your games!" he hissed

Christine's heart pounded with guilt, she hadn't meant to let Raoul kiss her, she hadn't meant to want his touch, but she had been caught up in the moment of seeing her childhood best friend and then it all seemed so romantic... She dropped her gaze, "I'm sorry Erik." she whispered. Then her eyes trailed over his face, she had never seen what he hid under the mask, and a part of her wanted to, wanted to know all of him. And another part, a smarter part of her, was glad he kept it a secret.

Erik glowered at her, not ready to forgive just yet, "That doesn't excuse your actions!" he snarled "You do it again and I promise you the consequences will be something far worse than you can ever imagine." His odd colored eyes flashing in the candle light, "You are not to permit him or any other male" 'except me' he thought "to touch you. Your my angel of music." he whispered, his posture relaxing as he thought her of singing, though his eyes still held the madness deep within.

"I said I was sorry!" she snapped at him. Her posture was one of defiance. She did not like to take orders. She most certainly did not like his suddenly controlling air. His arrogance was beginning to grate on her nerves. While her knees trembled at his touch and her heart raced for him, she would not allow herself to lose her self-respect. Her emerald eyes flashed at him, "You do not own me." she hissed. While, yes, he perfected her voice, that did not give him right's to tell her what to do and who to talk to.

Erik grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her up against the wall "Listen to me and listen well!" he hissed "I'm your angel, the one that helps you sing, you would be nothing without me! And you're letting these foolish, petty, boys take your mind off what truly matters!" with a final shake he said, "I don't want you to talk to them unless it's something to do with the opera house and you singing for them! Do you understand me?" he demanded, eyes on hers.

She trembled under his touch; he had never shaken her before. Her eyes were wide with fear, but she swallowed and replied with grace, "Yes, my angel." she kept her eyes downcast. She wanted him to feel regret for shaking her, for making her feel afraid in his presence. He was supposed to be her safe harbor! Her eyes flashed at him when she looked up, full of accusations, "But if you would care for me as a person, instead of only dwelling only on my voice then maybe I wouldn't have to turn to other men!" she shot back. Sometimes she wondered if he would still claim to love her even if she couldn't sing.

Erik shifted "Me teaching you is me loving you, don't you know that?" he asked softly stroking her cheek with a gloved hand, "What else do you want my beautiful angel?" he asked. He did want more of her but she was going to be the one to make the first move he was a beast; and a beast never made the first move. He wanted to run his hands over her body feel and touch her kiss her all over...Erik grit his teeth and took his mind off his own wants.

She turned her face so that her cheek was pressed completely into his gloved hand. The soft leather was cool against her heated face. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his presence, drank in his scent and then opened her eyes and took a step closer, her hand rested on his chest, "I want..." she broke off as voices sounded close by. While she knew that logically they could not reach her here, she still stiffened. They were hidden behind solid rock walls and only Erik could find the ways in and out, she stepped back slightly. Not finishing her sentence.

Erik watched her every movement, "Ignore them they won't find us" he whispered, his voice harsh as if he had been through this a million times, and he had, "and if they do they won't see the light of day again" he continued with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Erik paused and frowned, he touched her chin with a gloved hand, and asked "Christine, what do you want?"

Christine frowned, "I don't understand." she replied. He had never asked her a question like this. Their conversations consisted of him ordering her to sing, correcting her, and then telling her what to do. Never had he shown concern for what she wanted. But to what he was referring to she did not know. Whether it was to Raoul or singing...