The Tempations Of Christine Daae
Two weeks had passed since that event in the shop that left Christine in a daze.
Her strange behaviour didn't improve during the dinner with Raoul's parents.
It had to be ended early than usual as the tenison was building to a alarming point between herself and Raoul.
The arugements was long and nasty, words he spoke would forever burn in her memory until she threatened with divorce.
Seeing his eyes widened in pure horror sent uneasy chills down her spine, it was forbidden to say that in the Da Changy family.
They didn't believe in divorce, it wasn't in their make-up to cause such utter outrage and scandal in their name.
But Christine didn't regret saying it, in fact it made her stronger inside once she walked away from him and slammed the door behind her.
Now she was in the master bedroom, preparing for eight or nine hour slumber, alone.
Ever since she threatened him with divorce, Raoul has refused to sleep in the same bed with Christine.
She would normally find him in the living room, on the couch, snoring while holding the whisky jug.
Staring at herself in the mirror, the reflection was a complte stranger to the girl she once knew long ago.
So young and innocent, a dancer in the Opera Poplaurie with Meg and Madame Giry who were like a mother and sister to her.
Until that fateful day when Carlotta stormed out of the theatre, her life would never be the same and would change dramaticly.
Breathing out a long sigh, Christine removed herself from the stool and walked towards her awaiting bed.
She blew out the candles, shrugged off her dressing gown and settled herself under the cover laying her pool of curly hair over the pillows.
A vision of beauty if anyone captured it.
Staring at the celing for a brief few seconds, Christine felt her eyes slowly droop and finally closed to embrace the slumber at last.
A dark figure was standing by her window, a pair of orbs was admiring the beautiful woman fast asleep.
One warm smile went across it's face, now it was time to let the plan begin by simply snatching her.
Carefully the figure opened one of the window doors ever so quietly, then stepped inside the room.
Not once did those eyes leave her as the shape placed it's feet gently on the floorboards.
Creeping towards the sleeping woman, it watched her chest rise and fall ever so slowly.
Her deep breathing was relaxing, it would drive anyone to join her and close their eyes instantly.
But the figure wasn't fooled, oh no, it knew the seductive magic of sleep and would only succumb to it if it had to.
After a few minutes, it gathered her gently in it's strong arms and turned to the open window.
But instead of shutting it, the figure decided to leave it as it is. "Let the bastard tremble with fear." It chuckled.
Christine stirred at the words, her eyelashes started to flicker. She mumbled something then went back to sleep.
The figure didn't panic at that very moment, if she did wake up there was no turning back to that prison.
Arriving at a fairly new building, the mysterious shape walked up the several flights of steps until it reached at the top.
There at the middle of the room was a four poster bed with fresh silk sheets, it placed the sleeping Christine there and wrapped her up.
Then with one strike of a match, the golden glow flashed to reveal a man with a plastic white mask just like the one he wore the day he found her at that shop.
He chuckled at that memory, it was exicting to be a mysterious stranger though it was clearly obvious Christine who exactly he was.
Touching her arms with his black gloves sent ripples all across his body, the milky skin was a dangerous desire that only he could taste and discover.
Blowing out the flame, Erik cupped her cheek and gently stroked it. "You are mine now, Christine. Mine, forever." He whispered.
She sighed deeply, a faint smile appeared on her face. He removed his hand and left the room quietly as he was when he came in.
I watch her dancing all around this empty space...
Her voice is a constant echo that I listen to...
One look in those eyes is enough to drown me...
No other woman on this earth could replace her...
I long to wrap my arms across her petite waist...
Whispering such sweet things in her ear...
My lips would make a trail down that opening skin...
She sighs, a sound that delights me to no end...
Calling my name sends shivers down my spine...
I am lost with this woman, my Christine Daae...
My love to her is strong and extremly passionate...
If I had one wish, I wish we could live forever...
But she was still a trapped bird under a cruel master...
That wedding band on her finger is a burning chain...
If she could break free, would she be with me?
All these troubling thoughts are distracting me from my music.
I depart from the organ and wander towards my bed.
My heavy body collasps on it, the springs groan.
Settling to a comfortable postion, I await until my eyes grow heavily and let them shut naturally.
Goodnight my love, morning is coming.
With the sun's burning glow, you will awake to a new life I gladly offer to you.
Will you take it?
Only time will tell.
Author's Note: Sorry That I Haven't Updated This Lately, Too Much Was Going On With My Life And Still Is. But Hopefully, I Will Keep Updating Without Any More Hassles.