He was furious. I hadn't seen him this angry since I removed his mask without permission. I daren't move incase I got swallowed up by his fury, his whole persona was ebbing black fury and it was slowly snaking it's way toward me.
"E-Erik!" I stuttered, carefully closing the door behind me but not locking it. At this moment, I didn't trust him. He was incredibly volatile when he was overwrought with emotion. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" He hissed, his eyes sparking with fury, "What's wrong Christine is that I came here to find you gone, with no note as to where you were. Even Madame Giry didn't know where you were. I was worried sick." That last line sparked my interest. He was worried for my safety... But of course he was, this was Erik we were talking about, the all knowing all seeing Phantom. If he didn't know my whereabouts then he would have tore the whole of Paris apart in order to find me.
"I was with Monsieur De Chagny..." The words stilled on my tongue as I watched his eyes switch from fury to utter disgust.
"You were with that pitiful excuse of a man? That slave of fashion? That fop?" He stalked towards me and I backed against the door, pressing my whole body against the hard surface.
"He's an old friend... I've known him since I was a child. He... He took me out for dinner." Erik's golden eyes bored holes in to my own and I flinched at the pure anger radiating off his body. His lip started twitching and his fists clenched in to balls, barely constrained against his sides. I knew that if he had the chance, he would have tore this whole room apart by now.
"Don't you dare ever go anywhere without my knowing, do you understand Christine?" I was taken aback by that statement and somewhat disgruntled. How dare he try and control me like I was his pet.
"I don't understand why you are getting so upset over this. And I am not some puppet that you can control. I shall go where I please, when I please with or without your knowing." I brushed past him in a mild panic, biting down on my loose tongue and braced myself against the ongoing barrage of anger that was bound to come. But... nothing happened. I gave him a cautious look over my shoulder and found him leaning against the door, taking in deep breaths to get his anger under control. "I am sorry that I gave you a fright Erik but you must accept that I am my own person. I like to make my own decisions, and I don't want you to have to make them for me." A moment of silence followed before he straightened up considerably and gave me a cold, detached look.
"Why, of course, my princess. Forgive me for being worried to death over your disappearance. I shan't bother again should you go missing from the Opera." He stormed over to the mirror, wrenched it open and stared in to the black abyss. "And by the way, your last high note was flat and you faltered several times. Try better next time." Oh, how that barbed comment stung me like lash of a whip as I listened to the mirror slam shut behind him. The tense air dissipated almost immediately and I collapsed in to my chair, tears stinging the corner of my eyes. This was going to be harder than I thought.
