A/N: Yes! Chapter 7 is finally here and it didn't take long. Happy faces everyone! :D
I took advice from SarahNoir and got some assistance from a friend of mine with my spelling and grammar.
PhantomFan01 and Phantom of the night 117 Thank you for the reviews that told me your thoughts about the previous chapter! It makes me happy when you discuss about the characters.
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''Kiss me.''
Christine's mouth opened an inch and her eyes froze while she got lost into his. Yes, it works every time. Look into my eyes and become my little mannequin. Erik leaned forward, but then suddenly Christine started to giggle. It came so unexpected that Erik almost jumped back unto the chair. Why is she giggling? I did not tell her to do that.
She kept on laughing. ''Erik, that was very bold of you. Calling each other by our first names is fine, but a kiss? I don't think we're quite there yet.''
Erik was struck by confusion. What just happened? Why did she not fall under my hypnosis?
Christine giggled and blushed at the same time. Of course she would want to kiss him, but not at this time and place. Christine looked up at Erik and saw that he seemed bothered, confused even. Oh, no! Did I hurt his feelings?Christine feared.
''Did I upset you Erik? If that's so, I apologize.''
''N-no, I um... I just-just um…'' Bloody hell, speak you fool! ''I just thought that while William was looking we could have given him a show.'' A show? Why the hell would you tell her that?
''You saw him too?'' Christine turned and looked out once more. William was nowhere to be seen. ''He's gone'' she said.
''Perhaps your giggling was enough proof that you are having a good time with me?''
''Maybe…'' Christine looked down at her lap. Her fingers were playing with her skirts. ''Believe me when I tell you that I despise him… But I wouldn't want our first kiss to be wasted that way.''
Erik's visible eyebrow rose. ''So, there will be a first kiss?''
Christine's head snapped up. What am I saying without thinking! Her cheeks became redder.
''Well, um… I-I would like for-for it to happen, but-but…'' Erik silenced her by gently pressing his forefinger on her lips. He shushed her.
''I would like for it to happen too, Christine.'' Erik said. He reached for her hand and held it in his own. ''Let us keep seeing and learn more about each other before that happens. Do you agree?''
Christine took a deep breath and then smiled. She agreed.
Erik paid for her meal like he said he would, then took Christine by the hand and led her out of the restaurant. I need to know how she did not fall under hypnosis. Maybe I'm just getting weaker after only feeding upon animal blood? Christine suddenly began pulling at his arm.
''Oh, Erik! Let me show you the park! Of course, if you have not been there already?''
''No, the renovation of our new home has been occupying me.''
''Then let's go!'' Christine laughed.
The park was pretty much empty of people. Christine and Erik were accompanied by the trees and birds. The leaves of the trees had transformed into the colors of October; orange, yellow, dark green and red. The couple sat down in the grass by one of the large trees with its branches hovering over their heads.
''I like coming here to this spot.'' Christine sighed. ''Me and my parents used to have picnics under this tree.''
''Where are they now? Your parents I mean'' Erik asked.
''They um… They're dead.'' She spoke in whispers. ''Murdered actually, I found them.''
Erik could not find anything else to say but the over used line; ''I'm sorry.''
Oh, the scene Erik was getting from her head was not pretty. He had seen much in his years as a vampire and he had seen worse things, but it was still very brutal. Clearly work by another vampire. Erik wondered for a moment if Christine knew what attacked her parents. Did she know about vampires? No. All he could hear from her was: a monster in the shadows.
Christine sneezed. ''Oh, am I coming down with a cold?''
Erik laughed, took off his black coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. ''Well, it is October. The winter is on its way.''
Christine held onto the coat, brought her nose down to the collar and took in his smell. I wish that he had put his arm around me instead of giving me his coat.
Erik grinned. As you wish. He wrapped his arm around her and made her lean against him.
Time moved forward and an hour of conversation had passed. Erik noticed that Christine, who was still lying comfortably against his chest, had fallen asleep. Erik took in every single detail about her position. He began from the bottom and by the size of her shoes he figured she had small feet, and then traveled up her slender legs that were visible under the thin skirts. A corset seemed unnecessary for such a small-waist girl. Her breasts were cupped by the fabric and they were teasing Erik to touch them while the victim was asleep, but he restrained himself from doing it. Then he reached her neck and stopped. Christine's head was slightly tilted backwards and gave him a perfect view of the source to glorious taste. Around her neck was a diamond necklace. Obviously not a real diamond, Erik thought. A female with Christine's standards cannot own a diamond. It is only a pretty stone.
Erik was called back to her neck. Her blood… he could hear it pumping, traveling up and down inside, behind all that flesh. The smell was intoxicating! He leaned forward and his hand carefully tiled her head a little further back. Biting her would be so easy! Of course, if she was kept alive after the deed was done, she would eventually turn into a vampiressa. Killing her was not on his mind. Could he? Yes, he could, but would he? Memories of his days as a bloodsucking beast beyond halt began flashing in his mind. His addiction… Sylvie would never forgive him if she found out. Erik grinned. If she found out, of course.
He could not resist any longer! He needed it so bad! His teeth, growing sharp reached for the neck, ready to infiltrate it… but then an explosive bright light appeared out of nowhere and Erik flew backwards and he landed several meters away from Christine.
''Bloody hell!'' Erik yelled and groaned as he lay in the grass. He had never felt this sort of pain before. What was it? He could not move!
''Erik?'' Christine had woken up. ''What happened? Why are you lying over there?'' She rose to her feet and rushed over to Erik with a concerned look on her face.
''I um… I-I tripped.'' Erik lied. Then the pain he had felt vanished. He let out a sigh of relief.
Christine giggled. ''The grass is a bit wet here, you need to be careful.'' She took a hold of Erik's arm and helped him up.
While Christine brushed off some leaves from his shirt, Erik just stared down at her. What just happened? This is the second time something odd happens. What is she?
''Oh! Look Erik, it's snowing!'' Christine's joyful voice made him snap back into reality.
He looked up and saw pure, white snowflakes making their way down from the sky. The beginning of winter was here. Christine giggled and danced around in circles like a small child with his coat still in her possession.
I wonder how Sylvie and Leo will react when I tell them both about my day with young Christine Daaé.
''Was it as wonderful as you had hoped?'' Meg mumbled with food in her mouth.
Earlier that day, Meg had invited Christine over to have supper with her and Madame. Erik had walked Christine to the entrance of Giry's apartment after their time together and kissed her hand goodbye. Now Christine was seated by the round table with food on a plate. Meg wanted to know everything that happened between Christine and Erik. Although, Madame was not amused.
''Meg, do not speak with food in your mouth!'' Madame schooled.
Christine giggled. ''Yes, it was wonderful. Erik was such a gentleman. The best part was when he told me he wanted to meet again.''
Madame wiped her mouth on a napkin. ''I don't want you to see Mr. Destler again, Christine.''
The silverware made a squeaking sound against Christine's plate. ''What?'' Christine questioned.
Madame kept going. ''He is no good for you. He's dangerous and you will stay away from him.''
Christine rose from the table in anger. ''I will? You have no right to judge him when you haven't even met him!''
Madame rose as well. Meg was sitting in between the two, her mouth open with shock.
''Christine listen to me! The outcome of seeing him will hurt you!'' Madame raised her voice.
Christine was furious. ''How dare you tell me what to do! YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!''
''That's true, I'm not!'' Madame said. ''But I don't want our fate to be the same as hers!''
Both of them stared at each other, their eyes battling. Christine broke it. ''I have lost my appetite! I'm leaving!'' With that said Christine stormed out of the apartment and closed the door with a loud bang.
Meg rose from her chair about to follow Christine to comfort her, but her mother stopped her.
''And you Meg, will not see Peter anymore either.''
Meg felt as if the floor was giving up under her. She searched her tongue for words. ''W-what? How can you… Wh-why are you turning on me now?''
''Did you not think I would notice that you were not sleeping in your own bed last night? You went home with Peter after the festival.''
''We did not do anything! I'm still a virgin!''
''Yes, because Peter is a gentleman and I know he would not do anything to you. He understands the situation.''
''If you think he is a gentleman, why are you telling me not to see him?''
''You don't need to know everything Meg! You shall listen to your mother!''
''I HATE YOU!'' Meg roared and left the same way as Christine had.
Now Madame was left alone, standing by the table with unfinished food. Only the old grandfather clock was heard and Madame sunk down in her chair with a sigh and finished her meal alone.
William Sigers was sitting by the bar table at Falldark's only pub, the Downroad Tavern, with his seventh glass of whiskey in hand. He finished the whole glass in one sweep. He winced at the burning sensation in his troth.
''One more, Fred!'' He yelled at the young bartender.
''Geez, Will… Haven't ye had enough?''
''More I said!'' William roared.
Fred opened another bottle of whiskey and was about to fill the empty glass when William suddenly snatched the bottle.
''I just take the whole thing!''
''What's with ye tonight?''
Some of the other men that were sitting at the bar laughed. ''You weren't there to see it Fred?'' One asked.
''No, see what?''
''Little Christine Daaé rejected him in front of everybody in town at the festival.''
Everyone laughed.
''SHUT UP!'' William knocked over his chair.
''Hey! If ye are going to behave like a prick, ye have to leave the bar and do that elsewhere!''
''Fine!'' William kept on yelling. ''You guys are shit friends anyway!'' He stormed out of the bar with the bottle filled with whiskey.
''And ye have to pay for that later!'' Fred yelled after him.
William's way home was shaky. He even stumbled a few times, yet he kept the bottle out of harm. Then when he reached the door to his apartment he had a hard time finding his keys. He couldn't find them and was so frustrated in his search that he dropped the bottle. The glass shattered all over the stone ground and the liquid traveled down thanks to the tilted road.
''Fuck!'' William kicked the door, both angry about his alcohol and the fact that he had lost his keys.
All this is that Erik Destler's fault! William thought. Everything was good until he showed up! And now he is taking Christine away from me!
The way they had looked together at the restaurant disgusted him. Christine had been laughing and then that freak had grinned at him! I'm gonna kill him and then Christine will be mine! Mine… She… with only me… Yes…
A/N: William is pissed! What will he do? And what is up with Madame Giry?
You have to wait and see.