Verse: Leroux
Characters: Christine, Erik
Pairing: -
Christine waited, impatient. Every second seemed like an hour. Her heartbeats were fast, and her forehead sweated, and the object felt cold against her fingers. She thought she heard footsteps, but it was only in her mind. She could do nothing but wait until Erik returned.
Her words echoed in her mind. Christine did what she had to do, but as she promised, she didn't think of what it would be like to keep her word. Stay with him. Marry him. Be his living bride. The thought made her shiver, and she had to hold back the tears.
Finally, after an eternity, Erik arrived. Christine did not greet him, she did not walk to him. She stayed in place, hiding it behind her back, preparing herself mentally for what would come.
Erik took slow steps towards her. He looked different. Christine could not see his face but she swore he smiled. Her hand trembled. Could she do it? No, she had to. She had to.
He took her head in his cold hands, raising it. Christine closed her eyes. Slowly, very slowly, he approached his lips to her forehead. Christine let him. Maybe she would regret it later, but there was no other way. She had to do it.
In a fast move, she brought her hand forward, the small knife pointed front, and stabbed his stomach. Christine opened her eyes, a tear threatening to fall. Erik stared at her. A question in his eyes.
She knew it was just a small wound, she knew that if he tried he could take the knife from her. But he didn't. He just stared at her, and it didn't make sense, but Christine could swear he smiled again. She wanted to whisper an apology, but she couldn't.
She took the knife off, and stabbed again. And again. And again. Until Erik fell to his knees, weak. Then she ran as if her life depended on it. It was not true, she knew, she knew that if he wanted to stop her he would already have done it. But she ran, trying to forget what she just did with her own hands.