Shortly after Don Juan...
Enraged she screamed, "You are not the first man to touch me that way. How on earth could you think you were? I am an actor for goodness sake. An opera diva. All we ever do are lusty dramas! A scene rarely goes by without a kiss, a grope, a suggestive look. Surely you would have known that!"
Erik was dumbfounded. The young woman he had grown to love had proven herself to be nothing more than a flousey tart. No. He could not believe that. Where had that bright flowering bud that he lulled to sleep on the chapel floor gone? That little girl who cried for her Angel of Music at midnight when she could not sleep? Was he deceiving himself? He was The Phantom of the Opera, surely not!
After a sustained silence, Christine scoffed and charged past him, bumping her shoulder against his as she left the room. The thought of that heated encounter being their last never crossed his mind.
Erik could still not believe what Christine had so blatantly told him with such ease. Was it an act? Who was pulling her strings? She said she had left the rotten Victome. Perhaps Raoul was too young and innocent for her. No. he cannot so quickly think of her in such a demoralising way! It was unspeakable- he could not be weak. Erik had slightly prepared himself to be weak for love of her if she permit it, but a weakness from being played like a pawn in her master plan? Never. It must be a façade. She was aching on the inside. But he saw no signs of that- only a strong-willed woman laying out her cards and storming off.
The rare moment of fragility took its absence. He will make sure it was a façade. The Phantom of the Opera is no man to be made a fool of. Surely she should know that.
Authors Note: A different Christine you may say, and a weaker Phantom. Oh, I wonder what is in the works? I myself hardly know. All I know is that a thought entered my head and I had to write it down. The second chapter is in the works and explains a lot of the pre-dialogue.