Chapter 10: Dinner and a Story and the first part of the game

Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! This chapter has mature matter, so if you are underage and or insulted by it, then move on and don't read. You have been warned and don't say I didn't warn you!

Also to those that are not sighed: Source of Silence -Yes, my first language is english, but to my past teachers...it wasn't. But thank you, I will try harder to reread the chapters.

Miss Marian Paroo- Oh come on, you try to tell me that you don't think Erik id hot when he's evil.

When Celeste came down a half hour later, she was looking better and was wearing a knee length gray velvet dress that was spilt up both sides and went up to the torso. It was held together with gold cord that crisscrossed. She was wearing limited make up. Only a touch of blush and lipstick. Her red and black hair was piled up on her head and held there with silver combs. She indeed looked a lot better, her face relaxed and calm.

Erik smiled and took her by the hand and kissed it. "You look beautiful."

Celeste blushed and nodded, "Thank you."

Erik smirked behind his mask. He took her hand and led her out the door and to his car. Opening the door, he ushered her in. Celeste raised an eyebrow at his manners but kept her mouth shut. Erik got in and the next minute they were off. It was not a long ride but the silence in the black car made it seem longer. It wasn't twenty minutes later that Erik pulled up to a red stone building. A valer opened her door and again Erik took her arm and led her into the restaurant, past the line of people that was waiting to get in. he stopped at the maitre and after a few hushed words in French, Celeste found her self in a private booth sitting across from Erik. She looked around. The room was done in black and red and was very beautiful.

"So, what do you think?" Erik's soft voice purred.

Celeste nodded, "It's very beautiful."

Erik sat back and smiled. Now to try to get more information. "Would you like some wine?"

"Wine? I'm not old enough to drink it!" Celeste looked around to see it anyone had heard.

Erik laughed, "You drink scotch." The dare was still there.

Celeste was trying to remain calm but something about him made her nervous, "That was in the privacy of my home."

"I wouldn't tell." With out another word he called for a waiter and asked for one bottle of red wine.

"Erik, I think this may have been a big mistake." Celeste finally got the nerve to voice her mind.

Erik just leaned back and regarded her, "Relax. I know your other dates may not have taken you out to such nice places," his voice mocked her and Celeste opened her mouth to protest, but stopped because she knew he was right, "so relax and enjoy yourself. I used to be really jumpy out in public, and still am at times, but I over came it, you need to as well."

Celeste sighed and picked up the glass of thick red wine that had been delivered. She swirled it around the glass then raised her eyes and smiled, "You're right. So to partners?"

Erik nodded, his yellow eyes glittering, "Yes. To partners."

XXX

"Celeste?"

She looked up. They were almost done with their meal. "Yes?"

"Tell me something, when you had sung at that gala, you were almost perfect. The pitch and notes were wonderful. How did you come by such a trait?" Erik asked.

"Oh, song had been passed down my line for almost two hundred years by an Swedish opera singer." Celeste told him.

"Oh really? I do find such tales interesting. Mind you telling me about it?"

Celeste laughed, "Well, it is quite a tale. Ok. My great great grandmother was born in Sweden. Her father was a violinist quite famous at that time but his name is lost. Her name was Christine Daae. When she was seven, her father died, and she was sent to the Opera Populaire now called the Paris Opera house. There she was taught ballet. But she was depressed. Now her father had told stories of ghost and goblins, fairies and angels. Of one angel in fact. One called the Angel of Music. She had been crying one night when she was graced by this 'angel'. He taught her and one night he told her that she would sing in a gala that he had set up for her to perform. Perfect she was. After the gala he took her down under the opera house. There, she discovered something. He was not an angel but a man. A man named Erik. He was tall, and wore black." Here she stopped and looked Erik over then shook her head and continued, " It went well for two days, but curiosity got the better of her. He wore a mask and she ripped it off. The face he said to have had was to be like a living skull with yellow eyes. Anyway, it was ruined and a series of," Celeste smirked, "accidents happened. Finally he kidnapped her. And her beau a young Vicomte, came to her rescue. Finally in then end after a kiss, he let them go and disappeared his self." Celeste took a deep breath and then a swallow of wine.

Erik gritted his teeth then choked out, "Then what happened?"

"Well, about two days later she went back to see him. It was passed on though the years that she went back to confess her love to him. She loved him. He had only scared her, but she was willing to put the fear aside and be with him, but he was gone. So she took two things that were dear to him. A horse and an opera. She returned to the Vicomte. And she and the Vicomte married. About ten years after they married he caught ill and died. The noble family turned her and her two children away. So taking only the horse and the opera, she fled to the America's. She was now also a criminal for to make it she had stolen a lot of money and jewels. There she changed her name to first de Cangy then to DeCanty. She opened a small school to teach music to help raise her two children. But it was very successful and now the school continued to live as DeCanty's Music Academy." She finished her second glass and had another one poured. She was starting to feel very good.

Erik sat there take it all in. if only he had been there when she had came back, but that was over. Her great great granddaughter was sitting in front o him making every thing easier. As he looked at her features he could see some of Christine's traits. Celeste had the same build, though she was a little taller then Christine had been. She also had Christine's round eyes though not the color. Celeste had also inherited Christine's face. The delicate roundness as well as the small nose. How he had missed seeing this in all the years of teaching her and lusting after her he will never know.

"Celeste? Shall we go now?"

She looked up and nodded too tipsy to say anything. He threw a hand full of bills on the table and led her to the car. The drive was again quiet. When they arrived back at her house it was dark and the front door was locked, but Erik never forget how to unpick a lock. Doing so he led Celeste inside and to the study. He sat her down and turned to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and found Celeste behind him.

"Don't go…" she mumbled, "don't leave me alone."

This was his chance. And he was going to take it. So talking her in he's arms, he held her tight stroking her back. When she relaxed, he began to kiss down her neck her letting small gasps out. He smirked against her skin as he continued.

Suddenly she stopped him. "Not here…"

Erik nodded and picked her up carrying her out of the room and up the stairs. A small nod at a door told him which was hers. He carried her over to the bed and grinned to himself. So what if he was behaving like a randy teenager? He'd worry about that once he'd had her. And he was going to. A smile curved his lips, as he looked down at her, sprawled across the bed, bringing himself down beside her. He ran his hands up her thighs and in doing so her dress came with it. After the dress was gone he turned his attention to her underwear. Pulling them down she laid bare beside him. In a flash his own clothing was gone as well.

"Erik,"

"Shh. No need for words." he replied, slinking down the length of her body. His hands on her knees, he gently pushed her legs apart bringing a gasp from her lips. All at once she felt his mouth encircle her womanhood and cried out in rapture. His hands were her hips hold her immobile as he bombarded her with such sweet torture. Soon al too soon for her he pulled away. But she then sensed his rod prodding her. Breathing in deep, his rod filled her core leaving no vacant space. She was at the mercy of his will. He moved slowly within her, his strokes even and deliberate. Finally looking at him, she saw a line between his thin lips and forehead. In her still alcohol induced mind there was a click. He's wearing a mask! He has always worn a mask, her mind screamed. Just was she was starting to consider taking it off, his lips found hers once again as he kept his leisurely pace, .

Arching her back she took him deeper, the feel of him inside her; rubbing, throbbing, pulsing as he took his time to make her delirious with rapture. Celeste felt as though she was on fire, his strokes only adding to the blaze that emerged deep within her that grew with each passing moment.

His steady breathing fell on her ears as she moaned softly from the blissful movement of him deep inside her. Her mind screamed out as her body gave in to him, matching his rhythm. He began to move faster, his hands ravaging her body.

Erik groaned as he pushed himself deeper and harder than before. Suddenly she felt tightness as her muscles clenched and seized his organ; she felt him slide out briefly before plunging himself deep into her one final time setting off a chain reaction that makes her scream in delight. His hot seed flowed into her, filled her up with warmth as his will broke and he joined her in her flight of ecstasy.

Erik slipped from her, his energy spent, and pulled her sweaty body close to his. His scent fills her senses, and she breathed deep. She heard him humming softly as her eyes slip shut.

Erik laughed a little as he felt her sleep beside him. He had finally won. Now it was only a matter of time before he had everything.