Act One; Scene Ten
The New York Opera, Second Week of 'Hannibal'
Since the show was running rehearsals happened on an every other day basis. Christine had spent her Monday off with Erik in her mind and she was high strung to be with him in person again. But first there was practice to deal with. Doing her best to focus she ran the show, fixing any kinks from the weekend.
"CHRISTINE LETITIA DAAE!" Raoul practically screamed as he grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him, he was livid. She had tried to walk past him, head down, pretending he wasn't there. It hadn't worked.
"Who was he? Who the fuck was he?" he growled, she tried to pull away but Raoul's grip got tighter. "Answer me! Did you fuck him? Yes, of course you did, you little whore! You don't know him and you fucked him-"
"Shut up Raoul." Christine said sharp as a sword and as cold as the far side of the moon. It was the first time she had defied him, his eyes got wide and then narrowed to slits. He pulled her towards the seldom used elevator. It was for patrons in wheel chairs and balcony seats but it went up past where any theatre goer went. He threw her in and slammed the top floor button.
"You belong to me Christine! Your chains are still mine!" He snarled and wrapped his hand in her hair and yanked her head back. He was going to posses her again. His kiss was more like a bite and he tore the sweater off her, she didn't want to know its state. Her pants came next. She had been in this position times before. It was easier, she found if she just laid back and showed nothing until it was over. It was what she did now. While he took care of his savage desires she went through her post Raoul plan. She still had part of her prescription for the morning after pill and rehearsal was over, she could go home and get cleaned up. Of course she had to see Erik. Erik, oh God, Erik. A tear slipped down her cheek, thankfully Raoul didn't notice. He was done shortly after. The elevator opened and he zipped up and left her. Christine hit the door close button and then the stop elevator one and began to dress. She couldn't face Erik. Thankfully her clothing was only wrinkled, no tares or anything. After getting as put together as she could she pressed the 'roof' button. Erik mentioned that it had a view to die for and was very good for thinking. He liked it. And if it was good enough for him, it was much better than she was. She stepped out onto the roof and found a place to sit, she began to cry.
