Mine

Chapter 4

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BAG?

The voice repeated angrily: `What have you done with my bag? So it was to take my bag that you asked me to release you!'

We heard hurried steps, Christine running back to the Louis-Philippe room, as though to seek shelter on the other side of our wall.

`What are you running away for?' asked the furious voice, which had followed her.

Christine woke up in a luscious bed. She could feel the covers on top of her were heavy and very warm. She could stay in this bed for eternity she thought to herself. Christine went to roll on her side and emitted a piercing scream. 'Where had that pain come from?' she wondered and then remembered the attack she had had recently. She couldn't tell you when it happened she couldn't even tell you what day it was. It felt like years since she had been awake. May be it has been she thought. Maybe I've been in a coma. With these thought racing through her head she heard the sound of slamming and then she felt a shift I the bed. Christine opened her eyes and found herself face to face with a brilliantly bright white mask.

Christine frightened by this oddity shrunk further into the comforter. She felt lightheaded she was frightened she simply could not process any coherent thoughts. She tried to sit up but her mind went fuzzy, everything in the room began to spin. The only thing that stayed in place was that white mask. The white mask had eyes. Eyes that stared at her, they frightened her. They were black eyes. She almost couldn't make out the whites of the eyes all she saw was black. Ready to faint Christine felt an arm snake around her back and hold her up. Christine's thoughts became more focused and with the focus she could decipher easily the figure before her. It was man, a man wearing a mask. Christine looked around and beheld an elegant room. Filled with so many fine things this made her head spin even more. Oh she would give anything for the spinning to go away…no she would give anything for the pain in her arm to go away.

Erik heard a scream and dropped his prize violin on he hard stone floor. He could hear the fine wood splinter but he knew such trivial things could be fixed. He raced up the grand staircase and sprinted to the only occupied room in the house. He found Christine trying to sit up in her bed. Her eyes weren't focus he could see pain all over her face. Obviously she emitted the cry because the pain from her wound came back. Erik walked calmly to the bed and sat down next to the figure. She was panting and staring at him. She began to waver back and forth. Erik pulled her tightly into his arms to keep her from falling back onto the wooden headboard of the bed. He could feel her hair slightly tickling at his arms on her back. He could feel her breath blowing softly on his face. He could smell the scent of her rose perfume still lingering on her skin. He could detect everything and feel everything. Erik basked in the sensation of her body in his arms. She was still in her ball dress and he could smell her skin. Her bare shoulders were creamy and inviting. Oh but to kiss your shoulder, oh would I give anything to place a kiss on that chick to smell your hair. Wait smelling your hair may be permissible. The man thought to himself. The masked man leaned in and inhaled deeply the scent of an angel, One cannot describe the scent. For it is not the scent of a flower it was just a beautiful and delightful smell. Erik adored the smell. He couldn't get enough. He made sure to remember to ask Christine what shampoo she used so he could purchase her more. (teehee)

Christine slept two whole days before reawaking. This time when she woke she was completely aware of her surroundings. She stood up and got out of the bed. She looked at the room around her. Floral prints were everywhere as well as pastel colors and rich vibrant colors. The room was just a mixture of everything feminine and Christine loved it. But she knew she didn't have time to admire the decorating she had to get out of here. All she saw was the masked man. No doubt the masked man was her attacker. No doubt he planned to kill her. Christine tried went to the door and turned the knob it was unlocked. Strange she thought to herself ' I half expected it to be locked.' The grand staircase was only a few paces down the hall way. Reaching them Christine raced down the carpeted wood and ended up in foyer. In front of her was a door. She knew this was the door she needed to enter. This was the door to freedom and safety. Christine fearfully opened the door as slowly and as silently as possible. Once it was opened just enough for her to escape she did. Christine sprinted out of the door and ran. She ran as fast as she possibly could. Trees! Hats all she could see were trees. There were no roads only pathways into a forest. 'Maybe they lead to an interstate or something' She thought to herself. She ran into the woods having no idea of where she was running to. All she knew was that she was in danger and she had to save herself because no one else would.

Erik walked out of the library, checking his old fashioned pocket watch. He knew it was probably about time to check on Christine it had been nearly forty minutes since the last time he saw her. He made it his business to always be her protector. He looked up from his watch to find the front door open. "Odd did I live this open when I came in this morning ?" He asked himself. Erik walked over and shut the door turned and went to walk up the staircase. From about the third step he could see Christine's door was wide open. Erik stopped, shocked for no more than 3 seconds, before turning around and darting out of the front door. He could still pick up Christine's scent floating through the air. He ran the only way one could run. He ran straight into the forest. He quickly trailed after Christine. How dare she' he thought to himself. This masked man was now enraged. He was furious. "That damned girl. Have a not presented her with everything. She is mine mine mine." he yelled in his head. He finally came upon some trace of her. She was standing not ten feet in front of him.

She was leaning against a tree obviously still exhausted from her trying last few days. She didn't hear him come behind her and before she knew what was happening he had a steel grip on her arm. She hissed in pain for he tightly squeezed her wounded arm. She felt like her arm had been sliced anew and she could practically feel the blood gushing out of her. She then felt another searing pain go up her back as she was slammed against the rough bark of a forest tree. She could feel her captor's hot breath on her face. She could only see the white mask. His once black eyes now seem to be glowing. Glowing something gold. This did nothing to settle her mind but only made her even more frightened. So Christine did the only thing she could think of … Kick and scream.

Erik grabbed her arm and slammed her against the nearest thing he knew would hurt. He proceeded to grow closer invading whatever private space she had. He grinded up against her body. No space existed between the two forms. Erik could only see red out of his eyes. He was so furious. He wanted to hurt her. To show her he was in charge. Without a word he began to drag the girl back to the house. He felt her kicks and heard her screams. Tired of the fact that she was making such a fuss and thus making it harder to get back into the house he turned around and growled at her. "Either stop or you will die!" of course he didn't mean these words but she did not know that and she needed to calm down or he would really do something drastic. They reached the door silently. About to walk in Christine stopped, she was still hesitant to enter the building with man who no doubt would in fact kill her. Erik swept her into his arms frustrated and carried her up the stirs back to her room. He dropped her on the bed and walked out. He slammed the door forcefully behind him and with a turn of the key and a click locked her in until he thought she should come out.

It was only when Erik was in his music room about to pound away at his grand piano did he notice a strange sensation on his fingertips. It was wet and sticky but also slippery. He looked at his hands and they were red with blood he was covered in blood, Christine's blood. 'Where was she bleeding? I didn't mean to… but where? Oh god her arm… I opened the wound…' all these thoughts raced through his head as he sprinted back to his angels room. He unlocked the door and burst into the room to find it empty. The curtains were blowing, the door going out onto a specially designed balcony were open, and a cool breeze was filling the room. The covers that were once on the bed were now all over the floor and the sheets from the bed were missing. Erik rushed out onto the balcony and there was Christine climbing down the side of the building using the very finely made and very expensive bed sheets. Erik in that moment wanted to cut the sheets and let her fall. 'At least that would cause her to break a leg and she wouldn't be able to go anywhere for quite some time. There's an idea' he thought to himself. Just as these thoughts whispered through his mind he heard a piercing scream and deafening scream. He leaned over and saw Christine lying on the ground below. Beautiful was his first thought fear was his second. He ran down the stairs and out of the door leading to the part of the property. Christine lay like a rag doll in the grass. Her hair was scattered about her head like a halo, her legs bent, one arm resting across her chest and another lying across a patch of clovers on the grass.

Erik knelt down beside the fallen angel and picked her up. He held her fragile form against his strong chest. The scent that had been there days before still lingered but the smell of the forest and her blood prevailed. Guilt raced through his heart. HE felt for a pulse and thankfully one still beat. He gathered her up in his arms. The once gorgeously elegant dress was now tattered and worn. It draped down his arm as he carried her back into the house and back up to her room. The dress had been beautiful "what a shame to see something so beautiful be destroyed." he said to no one as he ascended the staircase.

He entered the room and placed her on the bed. Erik vacated the room for a few moments and returned with a carrying case. He opened it to reveal bandages and multicolored vials. He picked out the utensils he would need and proceeded to care for her knife wound. He also came across minor scratches along her arms, legs, neck, and face. He carefully and thoroughly aided to every single little scratch. Thankfully and miraculously no bones had been had major bruises and a few sprains. But nothing that wouldn't heal within a couple of weeks. When he finished he went to her unopened closet. He pulled out a beautiful Victorian nightgown he had found in Paris on his many travels. He had bought it specifically for her. It was white and flowing and sleeveless. He adored the gown and knew she would be lovely in it. He went back to the bed night dress in hand and lifted Christine's form with his left arm. With his free arm he was able to place the night gown over her ragged ball gown. Once the night gown was on he was able to maneuver the ball gown off of her form. Erik didn't ever want to betray his angels trust but he wanted her to sleep comfortably and to feel fresh. So he put the night gown on her the only honest and respectful way he could think of. He knew he probably looked a fool but it got the job done and now his Christine would wake feeling like an animal. Erik lovingly lifted Christine and placed her on the bed. He gathered up the covers off the floor and replaced them over her form. He then went to the balcony doors and closed them and locked them. When building the house he required that every door and opening have a lock. Oh how he wanted to trust Christine but one could never be too careful. He looked back to the grand bed when he heard a slight sound. His Christine was snuggling into the covers and emitting a sweet little contented sound. Erik smiled down at his angel. Suddenly inspired he walked to the door turned to look at his angel one last time. Turning the light's off Erik whispered "Mine." He then shut the door behind him, locked it, and descended to his music room to write. Christine was always his inspiration.