Yes, it is M, after some debate I thought, what the heck? I am kinda worried that people think I'm gonna have them jumping on each other every five minutes, lol, I would never ruin my story by doing that. I will just add some darker themes to the story, e.g. murder (described in slightly graphic detail), whores etc.
Sorry for the long wait!
Thanks for the reviews:
ReahX25- Thank you, I'm glad you like it, and don't worry there won't be any sex scenes for a while.
Lady Skywalker- Thanks, I hate those sappy stories too, well, I don't hate them if it is written but, well, I was inspired to write this story cause not many people did a realistic interpretation. I hope you're not feeling homicidal today, lol. Thanks for the review.
Emmanuelle Lisselle Grey- Thank you, I hope you are amazed in a good way….
Computerfreak101- °° I'm glad you will carry on to read this! But I still don't get that anime show thingy, I guess I will just have to let it slip, lol. I don't really like anime anyways.
letthedreamdescend- LOL. I definitely will not make Erik a virgin sex god, I think it's amusing when people do that, cause if you have never done it before the chances of you being good are very slim. Anyways, thanks for the review.
helhathnofury- Lol, I know, I guess us two will just be 'special' and not know the alluring qualities of that show. Lol, let's just Mr Butler is not my type, for example, he is the wrong gender mostly. I'm a guy, though a lot of people do assume I'm a girl which is rather worrying now I think about it…
storyrainedoncowgirl- I like Star Wars too, I fell asleep in Lord of the Rings though, way too long, lol. Thanks for the review and sorry about the delay.
trisana- Lol, Teen Titans? Whatever floats your boat…
Twinkle22- Sorry for the wait, I'm glad you like it.
Blood of the Wolf- Lol, no you're not, some people are absolotuely fanatic about it, luckily I am not one of them, lol. I only ever watched Pokemon I thought that was pretty crap.
Kagome1514- Lol, everyone has a perverted side don't worry. Thanks for the review.
Woah, a lot of reviews, lol, on with the story:
CHAPTER SEVEN
PANDORA'S BOX
"I would rather dwell on the past than see my future." Christine answered after a few moments, trying to withdraw herself from the Phantom's icy grip.
She stubbornly refused to meet his gaze, knowing the fury that would be all too noticeable in his azure eyes. She knew it was foolish to attempt to resist him, but a part of her felt too secure in his arms for her complete comfort. The brunette was also painfully aware of his aroused state, and she was petrified of what he would do to alleviate it.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice my dear." He whispered in her ear, sending shivers running down her spine, causing her body to start trembling in fear, and more worriedly, anticipation.
She let herself be dragged form the main cave, knowing that any more attempts to resist would most likely cause her to be injured, whether by her futile attempts of escape or from Erik's anger. She gathered the courage to look into his eyes, letting an involuntary whimper pass her lips as she saw the unbound desire that resided there.
"Don't do this Erik." Christine pleaded, although a part of her suspected he was beyond reasoning.
Receiving no reply, she allowed the tears to freely fall from her eyes, sobbing quietly as they reached the beautiful swan bed on which she was positive her innocence would be taken from her.
She was thrown roughly on the bed, causing her long skirt to pool around her knees, revealing her pallid legs. Erik towered over her studying her anguished expression and hot tears. She hot not yet managed to stop trembling, something she was struggling to do, as she had a reason to believe her first time would hurt a lot more if she tried to resist it.
"Please Erik, not like this." Christine pleaded one last time, noticing the desire vanish from his eyes, causing her to sigh in relief.
She watched as his expression turned to form a scowl, his breathing becoming ragged as he looked over at her.
Without warning, Christine was pulled up from the bed, Erik's faces only inches away from hers.
"Why do you do this to me?" He bellowed at her, causing more tears to run down her face. She honestly couldn't remember a time when she was this scared, or Erik so enraged.
"Do you have any idea of what I could do to you?" He yelled, running a hand through his dark locks, his scowl turning into an anguished expression, as if he was also fighting tears.
The truth was, Christine did know what he could do to her, and it did not make her sleep any easier at night.
"I know perfectly well what you are capable of, but then, many people are capable of what you almost did." She said, placing a hand on Erik's shoulder, revelling in the soft feel of fabric under her palm.
"Not many people are capable of stopping themselves." She whispered in his ear, quickly placing a soft kiss on his exposed cheek, showing her relief and thanks in a way even Erik could understand.
She walked away from him, a part of her congratulating her on what she did, the other half wondering if it was not only Erik who was fighting their desire.
"You know I have never slept with a woman before." Erik confessed, slumping onto the bed.
Christine had no idea why she was surprised by this, even whores would probably cower away from his face, yet she was more disturbed to find she was content with this new knowledge.
"Nor have I been with man, but I would rather it be an expression of love and not a mandatory practice between man and wife." Christine said, sitting next to the dark haired man on the bed.
"Or rape." He added bluntly, causing her to wince slightly.
He looked over at her, giving her a small smile. The changes it made to his face were dramatic. It seemed a whole weight had been lifted from his shoulders, making him appear younger, and more vulnerable. To Christine, it felt good to know that even the Phantom of the Opera was human enough to smile.
"In that case I will wait until we are man and wife." He stated, leaving the room, leaving her swirling mind to comprehend what he had just said.
Why did I just say that? He wondered, sitting down in front of the organ, his fingers idly skimming across the keys, playing a familiar melody.
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came…
He pushed the song from his mind and tried to comprehend the situation he had just landed himself in.
He had just confessed that he was inexperienced sexually, a major wound to his ego and maybe a weakness she could use against him. Not Christine, she is too innocent for that kind of tactic, he mused, inwardly berating himself for his stupidity.
He had been denied the joys of flesh all his life, his face effectively repelling anyone who had been unlucky enough to come within a three feet radius of him.
He wanted to be human, he did not want to be a murderer, an enigma, a phantom, but society had always denied him of this simple want, claiming he was too horrific to join them, a devil's child.
Christine was his last chance for happiness, or any semblance of a normal life, or so he thought.
He was less concerned with his comment of intending to marry her; after all, she had seen the wedding gown he had purchased for her many months ago, and must have realised his purpose.
Erik did not want to seem weak in front of Christine, because then he would loose the grasp he had on her thoughts. He needed his most cunning attributes, his song and his strength for his plan to succeed.
"Erik?" A voice whispered in his ear, causing him to turn with a start, his hand automatically seizing the intruder's neck.
He immediately released his grip when his vision was filled with a petrified Christine. Neither said a word for a few minutes as she massaged her throat, all the while cursing himself for his paranoia.
"Erik, about earlier. Would you really have taken me by force?" She asked eventually, her voice sounding slightly husky.
He admitted he was tempted, but there was a confliction between him at the time he did not expect, one of doing what was right and what he wanted. He had never concerned himself with others before, or the consequences of his actions when in a blind rage.
"I think the question is did you want me to?" He answered eventually, determinedly avoiding the question as he pondered his own feelings regarding his actions earlier.
Her chocolate eyes fixed upon his, her eyes pleading for the truth. Erik found himself giving away under her persistent gaze.
"No I wouldn't have, not until we are man and wife." He answered confidently, enjoying her look of shock.
"Then you might have to wait a very long time." She answered coldly, obviously trying her best to appear unaffected by his words.
He leaned down to her, his lips a breath away from hers.
"You already belong to me, if not by law." He hissed, drawing away before he became too intoxicated by her smell, and before he was overcome with the desire to kiss her.
He painfully ignored his own wants, wants that were mostly situated just below his waistline, and left the main cavern to his room, shutting the door behind him. Christine can take care of herself for a while, he thought, approaching the coffin he used as a bed.
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What is going on between us? Christine wondered as she sank to the floor, propping her back against a protruding stone.
They both knew of the chemistry that existed between them, even though she had tried to deny it on many occasions.
She sat there for a while, staring at the ripple reflections on the wall ahead of her, her ears only hearing the continuous gurgling of a natural spring that was in a cave nearby.
"What are we going to do Erik?" Christine wondered aloud, picking herself up from the floor, brushing away loose pebbles that had gotten tangled within her curls.
Sometimes, she speculated what her life would be like if she had chosen to go with Raoul and live her life as a Countess, but ultimately she was glad that she had realised her love for her childhood sweetheart was nothing more than a brotherly affection.
I can't complain that my life is boring, she mused, allowing a smile to play across her lips, her mind thinking about the small grin she had received from her angel earlier.
As she walked to her bedroom, Christine noticed a small music box that lay on a small table, with a richly dressed monkey holding a pair of cymbals sitting on top of it.
Walking over to it, the russet haired singer turned the handle, her body calming on the sound of the sweet music that started to play, her mind dwelling back on her childhood, her life before the opera.
Maybe nosing into Erik's possessions is not the wisest thing I can do, she thought tiredly, before heading towards her bed and the sleep that beckoned her.
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I have tried to add the darker elements without ruining the story, but I could still change this back to a T if you think it is necessary.
So, did I do bad? Please let me know via review/email.
Thanks for reading,
Dan.
P.S. Thanks to trisana who pointed out my mistake with the names Persephone and Pandora.
