Author's Note: Sorry I made people feel bad for Raoul, but it doesn't get better for him, but that is life. Well I have meant to update sooner but I was extremely busy, as always hehe, enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, the guy that I keep locked away under my bed isn't the Phantom, I swear. He just looks like him that is all, I promise.
The Visitor
Erik studied Christine for the longest time. They were sitting side by side on the couch; Christine was reading a book that Erik had gotten for her. She was so beautiful he thought, she had a piece of hair and was twirling it around her finger, her face was so complacent, like an angel. He wanted to stay in her presence forever, but he had to travel to town, he needed to leave soon to the town before all the shops closed. Also the advantage of going in the earlier morning or the late evening meant few people and the fewer people he met the better. Heaving a deep sigh he alerted Christine's attention towards himself.
"Are you leaving now?" she asked with a slight smile, he was so adorable.
"Yes I am afraid, I will try to hurry back." He responded then kissed her on her cheek before standing up. "Is there anything else you wanted?"
She shook her head no; all she really wanted was Erik here beside her. She wanted to go, but Erik wouldn't let her. They had been arguing about it all day. He said that people would get suspicious, and someone might recognize her because her face wouldn't be hidden like his would. Erik won the argument much to the displeasure of Christine.
"Where is the mask?" He asked her so causally, hoping that she would reveal its location. A mischievous smile spread across her lips.
"Now Erik, you said that your cloak will be covering your face. Why would you need the mask?" she responded pleasantly, and resumed reading like nothing happened.
"Well I can think of several reasons, what if there is a big gust of wind and my hood falls off. I won't have my mask to protect my face and I will frighten everyone." He stated frustrated.
"I was out earlier today and there was no wind." She said this without even looking up from her book. Realizing he was getting no where using this tact he decided to try another method. Carefully walking around the couch, like he was going to the kitchen, but before Christine knew what happened; Erik jumped over the couch, and on top of Christine. He began to tickle her, her protests and screams filled the cottage.
"ERIK! Stop it, ERIK," she shrieked between giggles. Stopping abruptly, remain on top of her and brought his face close to hers, "Tell me where my mask is Madame or I will commence my torture" he whispered in her ear.
"And what if I refuse, what then" she responded in the same tone.
Looking at her, eyes gleaming with pleasure he captured her lips in a fiery passion. Erik ended the kiss as soon as it began, leaving Christine feeling disappointed because the kiss didn't last as long as she hoped.
"Will you tell me now?" Christine smiled and shook her head furiously. Erik grinned before kissing her one more time, but this time when he started to pull away Christine wrapped her arms around his neck and used all her force to make him stay. Pleased that Christine wanted him as much as he did her; he deepened the kiss causing Christine to moan with pleasure. Standing up suddenly, Erik went and grabbed his cloak; Christine fell to the floor with a bump. She struggled to stand, still overcome with the power that his kisses had on her.
"Erik where are you going?" her face was flushed from the excitement of moments before. Erik chuckled, "Have you forgotten that I need to go to town?"
Christine opened her mouth to say something but closed it immediately afterward. Looking around bewildered for a moment, "But what about your mask?" she was offended that he had just pushed her aside like that, teasing her.
"Clearly my torture techniques need revising, and so I must go to town with or without the mask" Erik tried to keep a straight face while stating this, but it was hard.
"But, but what about the wind, and..." She was trying desperately to keep him home. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her nose. "Christine you are so beautiful." Blushing she looked into his face, "And you sir, are being impossible. How can I now concentrate when you left me with that kiss, and I seem to have no claim to your emotions?"
"Quite the contrary I assure you, I will think of you the whole way. In fact I think I shall be faster than ever before so I can be by your side. You have the entire claim to my emotions, I am yours to command" he said, resting his forehead against her own.
"Then do not go, or take me with you." She pleaded,
"You know I cannot, please don't ask me" he was truly contrite, he hated not giving Christine everything she desired, even more so if it was him.
Unwrapping herself from his embrace she went to her room. Coming back with the mask in her hand, "Then go, go and hurry home."
Giving her one last kiss he nodded his head, putting on the mask and his cloak Erik headed for the door.
"Erik," called Christine, turning around he waited for her to continue "I love you."
Closing the distance between the two, he threw his arms about her again and kissed. "And I you"
After he left Christine felt like crying, chiding herself for being so silly, she sat down on the couch. He was only going into town and wouldn't be gone for more than a few hours, but still those hours felt like an eternity.
A little while later Christine was sitting at her vanity table, just staring at herself. She was so bored, the book held no more interest to her; she had looked the clock at least sixty times in the last half hour. The time seemed to be moving ever so slow, and she was getting rather annoyed. Just then she heard the door open, jumping up with excitement. Maybe Erik decided half way not to go and come and be with her.
"Erik your back ear…" she stopped in mid sentence, shocked she couldn't believe who it was.
"Good evening Christine."
I am soo evil, I won't leave you hanging for long don't worry. Ha-ha, Tell me what you think.
