Here is chapter 4!

By the way, just to make this clear, I am a BIG supporter of EC stories- but this story is not EC and it involves a very dark Eric. I hope I'm not chasing any readers away by saying that- but that's just the nature of this story and I wouldn't want to write it any other way.

Enjoy and please review=)

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Christine traveled very little in her youth. She was told that her father was an adventurous man before her birth; but after her mother's death, he became resistant of change and the thought of traveling great distances away from the only city he knew troubled him greatly. However, Christine did leave New York once as a small child. She visited a little farm in rural Connecticut, and she can vaguely remember the unfortunate incident that occurred there. It involved a camera, and a crazed rooster. That was the last time Christine ever left the city as a girl, and as a grown woman.

Yet here she was; on a little island in the middle of nowhere, that was densely covered in a never-ending forest of flora and fauna.

Christine looked in awe at her surroundings through the little helicopter window, too afraid to step out onto the island itself. She had never seen so much wildlife before! The thick vegetation beyond the smooth, little landing area seemed to mask a deadly secret that was just waiting to reveal itself.

Christine shivered in response to the thought and continued to stare with contentment out of the tiny window, completely oblivious of the fact that she was the last one seated on the helicopter; everyone else had quickly shuffled off as soon as they landed; eager to explore there new home.

Suddenly, Christine felt a tap on her shoulder that jerked her out of her thoughts, and she looked up with an irritated scowl on her face. Can't I have just a few moments of peace? She thought.

Christine instantly regretted scowling, seeing that it was Raoul who had tapped her on the shoulder. She quickly wiped the scowl off her face and replaced it with a sweet smile, hoping that he didn't notice the transition.

"Hi Raoul." She said, as flirtatiously as she could.

He grinned widely in response. "Hey Christine!"

He waved giddily; but, after realizing what he was doing, he swiftly began scratching his neck in nervous embarrassment. Christine nearly giggled at his shyness. Why is this extremely attractive man acting so timid around me? Could he possibly be interested in me? She wondered in silence.

Raoul quickly composed himself, putting his arms at his side and clearing his throat. "Anyway," he said, "I'm sorry to bother you Christine, I noticed how thoughtfully you were looking out the window, but the reason I came here is to tell you that Nadir wishes to see you."

Christine glanced out the window and spotted Nadir near the campsite. He was furiously brandishing a tent pole in the air and lecturing three frightened men, who seemed to be struggling with putting up a tent.

"Well, at least he's in a good mood today." She said sarcastically.

Raoul laughed. "As good as he'll ever be."

Christine rose from her chair to leave, but before she could, Raoul put out his hand to stop her and said, "Wait!" Christine looked at him and waited. He hesitated, as if he had second thoughts about what he was going to say; but then he asked, "Would you like to go ocean fishing with me later? I really don't have any work to do today and I haven't been in so long- considering New York City really doesn't have any beaches nearby. You don't have to go…but I would like the company." Raoul looked hopefully at her.

Christine looked stunned. She hated turning him down, but she had a script to practice (a very important one at that). She really didn't have time to fish!

"I'm sorry Raoul; I appreciate the offer…Really I do!" She added when she saw the doubtful look in Raoul's eyes. "But I have to practice my script. You know how Nadir is…it's always work, work, work with him!" She laughed nervously and glanced at him. He wasn't laughing. "Maybe some other time." She added and hurriedly left the helicopter; she didn't want to witness the hurt look on Raoul's face.

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"Christine! Come here!"

Christine spotted Nadir, who was waving both hands viciously in the air in her direction, and trotted as quickly as possible over to him (She wasn't in the mood to be reprimanded by him for walking too slowly).

As soon as she was within reaching distance, Nadir handed her a sheet of paper and said in his shrill voice, "Before you get too comfortable, there are a few things you should know about our rules set up for the safety of you and the rest of the cast during your stay here. This sheet explains everything."

Christine looked down at the sheet. Rule #1; she read; you may not leave the campsite for any reason. Rule #2:You may not eat anything you find lying on the ground, growing on a bush, or on a tree.

Christine was about to argue about the silly rules-she was an adult for god's sake- but Nadir put his hand up to stop her.

"Please don't whine in my face about the rules Christine." He said, rubbing his temples in exasperation. "I wasn't the one who made them, ok? So just shut your mouth and listen like a good girl."

Christine gaped in shock at his rudeness, but she dared not say anything. What could she say? He was her boss; her career rested in his bad-mannered hands. She was about to turn and leave, but Nadir again stopped her with his hand

"Before you go," He continued, "Let me show you were everything is." Nadir grabbed her elbow and dragged her to the campsite where she had seen the men before struggle to put up tents. "Here," He said pointing, "is where the tents are set up and where everyone will be sleeping. You are to sleep in that tent; no exceptions." Nadir pointed at a decently sized tent in the middle of the campsite. It wasn't at all as comfortable-looking as Christine had hoped it would be, but then again, what could she expect from a tent?

"I hope you weren't expecting luxury, Christine." Nadir smirked, as if he read her mind. "Because this is the best you're getting." Nadir turned and continued to drag Christine with him. "This way" He said.

He stopped right in front of an area filled with cameras and props scattered about. "This is where we will be shooting act 2, scenes 3,4 and 5. Oh!" Nadir looked at the director, Gerry, who was waving at them to come over.

"And it looks like they may be ready to begin filming today. I hope you're prepared." Nadir shoved Christine lightly on the back in the direction of the director and proudly turned on his heels to walk in the opposite direction, with his chin held high.

Christine turned her head and stuck her tongue out at Nadir's retreating form, when she was sure that he couldn't see her. How can one man act so bitchy? She wondered. She turned her head around to find the director now impatiently waving both hands in the air. Christine trotted over to the waving man.

"Hi Gerry," Christine greeted the director casually. "Is everything already set up?" She questioned, looking around the set.

"Not quite Christine. It should be ready by tomorrow " answered Gerry, his eyelids drooping. He looked absolutely exhausted. Poor Man, she thought.

"Listen, Christine," said Gerry, "We need to run through your script real quick, alright hon? This is just so I can see where you stand- we don't begin filming until tomorrow. I need you to read lines 1-10 for me of act 2, scene 4. Remember- this is a very emotional part in the film where Anna begins to really understand the dangerous situation she is in. I want you to visualize yourself in Anna's situation."

Christine nodded her head and took her script out of the back pocket of her jeans. It wouldn't be hard to visualize herself in danger- she already felt quite unsafe on this island.

She found Act 2, scene 4 and read her lines with all the passion, fear and anxiety she and Anna both truly felt; completely unaware of the 2 pairs of black, ominous eyes staring at her within the cover of the thick plant growth.