recap: Christine is comotose - Erik is frantic - Andrew is livid - Raoul is found
quick yet sufficent!
on with the story!
The Queen finally entered her empty bedchamber, the chilling sense of foreboding still lingered from the moment her King left for his fathers that morning.
Now it was late afternoon, and she has unfortunately ran out of distractions. She decided to head to her room to try and find anything to do there; perhaps hers and Erik's bed needed to be made after their passionate 'goodbye'.
She entered and sadly saw the bed ready made, then remembered she did make it to keep her hands busy when Erik was redressing himself.
She sighed disappointedly then sat at her vanity table, admiring the ivory patterns so similar to her piano. Her fingers trace the roses, almost smelling their delicate scent.-
Recognisable dark eyes immensely grab Christine's attention inside the mirror. Only these known dark eyes are hallow, sunken, and dead.
Christine turned from her stool with a gasp,
"How did you get up here?" she asked half annoyed, half laughing.
Bernard entered the room...holding a large wooden stake which trembled by his side.
"What's that for?" Christine asked frowning disapprovingly.
"For revenge," Bernard said coarsely; stepping closer and closer to Queen Christine. "Revenge for myself, and for another..."
Christine's green eyes widened in horror and realisation. Hurriedly she stood up from the stool, fully understanding what Bernard's actions are all about and why.
"Let's talk about this Bernard!" Christine pleaded; her shaking hands up in surrender. "Please!"
"Nothing to talk about, you made your decision." Bernard spat brokenly; the dead eyes turning murderous yet tinged with a hint of remorse.
Christine saw that her pleading is useless, that no matter what she says or do Bernard is going to act.
Christine flew to the bedroom door and flung it open unfortunately not quick enough to fully leave the room but able to scream for help.
"JOSEPH!"
Bernard dragged her back; her body close to his, he savoured the pleasant sensation as he took them back to the vanity table.
Quickly he lifted his free hand bearing the stake knowing now is the time to do end it, knowing now is the time to save her.
He plunged the weapon severely into her chest. To deepen the wound he twisted the stake so that her heart can be truly parted; to be broken...to be claimed by him.
"This is your fault Christine," he hissed against her ear, "You made us do it!"
Christine couldn't vocally react from the tremendous pain; she just lay against Bernard in an utter state of shock. It all seemed so surreal, 'This can't be happening...' her mind screamed, 'What about Erik? Is he in danger at Andrews? Could the very same thing be happening to him right now?'
Bernard gently placed Christine to the ground as her body violently shook from the impact.
His sunken, dead eyes trailed over her, savouring every moment of the last moments of her living body. He feels honoured to be one of the few she gets to se before she parts.
As a parting farewell, Bernard placed his undeserving lips onto Christine's shaky ones, croakily whispering,
"Forgive me."
Christine remained wide eyed and still. Bernard lifted his head, stroked her hair then left at the exact moment the bedchamber door burst open.
"CHRISTINE NO!" Erik's distraught voice echoed.
"E-E-Erik," Christine whimpered in relief, as her loves face and hands covered her body. "Y-Your s-safe!"
"Your going to be ok Christine, your going to be fine, now take deep breaths and keep your eyes on me!" Erik's current tone and features caused more pain to Christine than the stab. His beautiful, flawless face is torn in suffering, and those mesmerising eyes hold nothing but inner torment.
Erik cradled Christine in his arms as Joseph and other servants Christine can't make out try and heal her; all running manically in and out of the room.
Christine tried to do as Erik instructed but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Breathing isn't a natural thing for her so it was becoming unbearable to work it out. Each time she inhaled unbelievable piercing pain not only stung her chest, but spread all about her. Her vision too was also becoming affected making Erik look more of a white blur than a person. Christine blinked rapidly hoping for improvement but it only made her lightheaded. Dizziness clogged her mind...her eyelids becoming increasingly weighty insisting the urge of wanting nothing more than to close them...-
"CHRISTINE DON'T! KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN!" Erik shook Christine's limp body.
His anguish cries helped her to restart the battle against her heavy lids.
"DON'T GIVE UP CHRISTINE! I REFUSE FOR YOU TOO! LOOK AT ME!"
'But I am!' Christine whined inwardly, 'I am trying to breathe and to keep my eyes open!"
"Sire, she's failing..." Joseph's voice shook fretfully.
"CHRISTINE PLEASE, PLEASE STAY WITH ME!" Erik sobbed in devastation; a hurried hand stroking her face, willing her to remain with him.
"DON'T LEAVE ME!...PLEASE MY LOVE!...PLEASE!..."
With as much strength she had left, Christine kept her eyes open to stare into her husbands destroyed blue. She knew she was dying, she knew she can't beat death, and she knew that when death takes her Erik will soon make arrangements to join her. But she can't allow Erik to join death; her people need their King. So she made him a promise that will not only keep him alive, but will also give the two of them hope.
"E-Erik, I l-love you, s-so much," she whispered in as much defiance her weak form can allow her.
"Don't Christine; don't talk like your going to leave me!" Erik commanded in bold distress; his lips kissing her forehead, down her nose, her hands, her fingers.
"I-I w-want y-you to p-promise me s-something," Christine preserved; those fiery emeralds interlocked forcefully with the broken blue; causing Erik to halt his frantic strokes and kisses as he saw her determination, her promise.
"Wait for me...I will return to you my love..."
His blue glistened onto her as he set his own soft lips onto hers, stilling the shakiness, valuing her. Their eyes still stared lovingly at one another as he whispered;
"Never parted...forever mine..."
Slowly, the fire in those emeralds faded...her body slackened...and the sounds of the sobs and cries made by her love grew fainter, as the pain-free blackness of death welcomed Christine openly into its world...-
"ERIK!"
I wrench my eyes open, flinging my body forward, choking desperately for much needed air.
That dream, that most horrendous dream! I'm not even supposed to have dreamt that, not for another few days! Why have I?
My struggle for breath, my quickening pulse, and the ranting of my mind are the only noises I hear; my vision mixed of dark blue and dim orange-
Erik.
Where is he?
With aching limbs I sit up straighter to look around me, still gasping for air; my heart beat banging like drums.
I'm in the bedchamber, only this time on the bed not the floor.
The walls are there usual comforting midnight blue; however the elements to the room are unrecognisable. The fireplace at the very end of the room is alight causing the flames to mingle with the darkness; the balcony is shut with the curtains drawn casting ominous glow; and the room, besides holding me, is empty.
Why I'm I on my own?
Dizziness overcomes my train of thought, forcing me to lie back down.
My left hand lands over my forehead and I jolt from the piercing pain it caused down my left arm.
"Argh!"
I look and see a tight beige bandage wrapped round my tendon.
That's where Bernard struck that stake. That's where Joseph took my blood.
Would a scare be left? It wouldn't be my first one, I've got a small scare on my knee when I fell as a child, not really a battle scar; it was gained out of being clumsy.
If it did scar I would be rather proud of it as it was due to that wound that helped saved Erik.-
Wait, Erik! Is he even alive? Surely he must be, someone would've stayed and waited til I awoke to tell me otherwise!
With a deep breath I lean back against the cushioned headboard, as my hands struggle to push myself straighter, a sparkle on my left hand catches my eye.
Another wound inflicted on my left side.
A ring on my wedding finger.
"Oh my God!" I lift my hand like it's contaminated; I'm married too Raoul!
Does Erik know?
What am I thinking, of course he must! One of the men from the rank that went for him must've told him! And now Erik must hate me! Despise me even! And I don't blame him, I despise myself!
How can I ever face him again?
I know with me being human we cannot ever remarry, but why would he want to be with me now that I carry another man's name? What must he think of me?
His eyes will forever portray the betrayal I've inflicted upon him, and I can't bear viewing that heartbreaking sight everyday for the rest of my life!
I can't forever be remainder to him that I was once his. I'd rather leave this place; leave him, than know that every time he sees me I will be the salt stinging his open wound. He should be with someone that wouldn't do that.
I have to get out of here. Forget my heartbreak it will be worth the suffering knowing that I won't be harming him. I'll I've done ever since I returned all those days ago is hurt him; first denial, then rejection, then jealousy, and now betrayal.
I should've remained dead.
With an almighty push I heave myself off the bed to figure out where I can go and how to get there. The moment I stand I instantly fall against the small chest of drawers on the left side of the bed. The dizziness returns and my legs are shaking like jelly from my weight; I feel so heavy, so drained.
How long have I been lying on the bed? A couple of hours? Lack of food and water has not done my body well. Would I be able to grab a quick bite before I flee?
Silky texture grabs my attention as it grazes my legs. I look down at my body and find I am wearing a purple nightgown made out of the finest silk; someone must've changed me from my old nightgown.
With a deep breath I again push myself away from the drawers; slowly, I stagger towards my closet which is placed near the right side of the bed.
The fancy ball gowns will be my only option for attire as my causal dresses are in the other room I stayed, but I have to change; I can't stroll through the villages wearing a flimsy nightgown.
I finally make it to the closet.
"Please let there be pumps." I pray out-loud.
Yes there is, along with the most extravagant, gorgeous ball gowns, and the casual dresses.
They have returned.
Erik must've sent for them...along with my vanity table!
I turn my head alas much too quickly as another dizzy spell strikes me, but I'm in too much shock to care. Why didn't I find the vanity table being there surprising when I and Meg were surveying it earlier? Erik must have intended for my stuff to return here, he probably ordered someone to do it before he left!
Oh my, he wanted my stuff moved back into this bedchamber...he wanted me moved back into this bedchamber...Oh Erik! How I want to remain here with you always! But I do not deserve this. I do not deserve your love after what I have done to you!
Tears obscure my vision, causing me to struggle into picking a dress. I just chose the nearest casual one and fling it on. As the dress is over my head I suddenly realise I am braless. With a sigh I prepared myself for the struggle once again to head back towards my side of the bed...-
Yes. I was always on the left, Erik on the right...My drawers next to me, and the closet next to Erik's side...He wanted the closet at his side as when I'm changing it gave him easy access to try and stop the process...
A sob escapes me and I am forced to stagger backwards until the back of my legs hit the edge of Erik's side of the bed.
I bury my face in my hands; the sob now held securely, but my tears, they escape through my finger tips.
"Aunt Christine your awake!"
I jump at the high voice.
"Bruno?" I whisper thickly, removing my hands away from my face.
"Your awake! Your awake!" Bruno cried jovially whilst jumping up and down.
"Sssssh Bruno!" I hiss, flinging my arms up and down to silence him.
Bruno stopped jumping, his face still plastered in a bright smile, "Why be quiet about it? Everyone has been so worried! You've been unconscious for AGES! You could've died multiple times!-Hang on, shouldn't you still be in bed? You still look ever so pale and your eyes are leaking."
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." I dismiss, quickly wiping the tears off my cheeks.
"You don't look fine," assessed Bruno, now standing infront of me. He held a serious thoughtful expression as he said, "Maybe I should get Joseph-"
"No Bruno, I'm fine."
"Or Mum, she'll cheer you up, you know how bonkers she is."
"Bruno listen, I'm fine, I don't want to see anyone."
"Why not?"
I hesitate before answering. The fact is I can't see anyone, if I do then I have no chance in getting out of the castle, but I can't tell Bruno that. Erik will be bound to have me watched 24/7 the moment he hears I'm awake. It's a miracle that there's no one here right now, I wonder why that is?
"Bruno, why is there no one here in the bedchamber?"
Bruno came to sit beside me on the bed; it's been a while since I last saw him properly. The last time was when we were playing chases out in the falling snow. He is still wearing the same style of smart, well made clothes, but his face, it looks more aged than a young boy should have. Well, as young a vampire boy can be.
"Originally only Mum, Meg and Joseph were the ones allowed in here. Dad popped in the odd time, but he had to help Uncle Erik sort everything." Bruno's body stiffened, his blue eyes staring blankly infront of him. "When Uncle Erik woke he wanted desperately to see you but he couldn't as he now holds some of your blood. Because it isn't fully in his system yet, and with your wound not yet healed, he can easily harm you. He can't go near you til your wound heals or when the blood is seeped into him."
A barrier is blocking him from coming near me; I don't know whether to be relieved or unsettled.
Relief that he himself cannot physically try and stop me from leaving...Unsettled because I'll not be able to gain a last look of him.
"Seeing Uncle Erik like that..." Bruno continued trance-like; his once young face shadowed in disconcerting memories, "Was terrible...I've seen him upset and angry of course, even times low, but never have I seen him look so...scared. The mood in the castle has been nothing but misery. Even grandfather is full of gloom and he didn't like you, but I suppose with grandmother dead that didn't help."
"Your grandfather?" I repeat curiously.
"He's here because of Casper and obviously Bernard." Bruno shuddered. "I didn't get to see his reaction on all what happened. To be honest I shouldn't even know all this," his blue eyes now staring down at his hands, wringing them uncomfortably. "When we returned all the children were immediately sent to one of the libraries for protection, but I was able to sneak away. I've been roaming round the place trying to find out what's been going on. I probably shouldn't even be in this room with you. Sometimes I get tempted by the smell of human's cuts, but I wanted to see you; to see if you were alright. Besides, your wound is now nearly healed anyway; the blood doesn't smell that strong as it used too."
"Oh Bruno..." I sigh, touched by his concern. I lift my right hand and stroke the back of his head, "I'd probably do the same if I was in your situation. This hasn't been easy for you has it?"
Bruno didn't reply, just continued to stare at his hands which are now still.
I smile fondly at the boy, "You know, you remind me of myself a bit. Always wanting to know what's going on, especially regarding those who I greatly care about. With the rest you're just like your mother, she too is nosey. Hopefully you've got your fathers temperament."
Bruno half smiled, "And his dashing good looks."
"That you have!" I laugh softly.
Bruno's half smile faded, "I know Mum, Dad and Uncle Erik are only looking out for me with wanting to shield me away from certain things, but I'd rather know. I may be a kid, but it's my Kingdom and people as well. Shouldn't I have the right to know?"
"Yes, but within reason Bruno." I rest my hand on the back of his neck, my thumb tenderly stroking his deathly skin. "Like you said, your parents and Uncle are looking out for you. There are some things you shouldn't know, not because of your age, but because they love you too much. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Bruno nodded heavily, sitting up straighter.
"And I love you too, even though you cheat at chases."
Bruno smiled broadly, finally turning to face me again.
"Now, you better sneak back into that library before your Mum, Meg or Joseph returns."
"Oh, they won't return anytime soon." said Bruno offhandedly.
"Why not?" I frown half amused, half intrigued by his careless tone.
"Because your husband has been found, the wolves brought him."
The hand on Bruno's neck drops onto the bed, as I stare blankly at the boy.
"What?"
"He's downstairs, well, technically he's in one of the dungeons."
"Wolves found him? Raoul is still alive?"
"Oh yes," Bruno smiled only this time darkly, "He's made his presence known. He wanted to see you, Uncle Erik of course refused."
I close my eyes and groan, putting my head in-between my knees,
"Oh God!"
I felt Bruno flinch beside me, muttering, "Don't bother calling him, he won't help you."
"You know I'm married to Raoul then?" I say despairingly.
"Yup," said Bruno, "Meg told us all about it but she needn't have too. We know you love Uncle Erik."
I quickly lift my head to face Bruno; forcing myself not to get absorbed with the dizziness returning in my head, "What did he say about it?"
Bruno's smile faded slightly, his eyes shifting, no longer looking directly at me. "Well, you know how Uncle Erik can get when he's upset..."
"Bruno, tell me!" I put my hands on his shoulders, shaking him pleadingly.
"He wasn't happy I'll tell you that."
"Bruno!"
"Aunt Christine, this is one of those situations I believe I shouldn't tell you. Not because of your age, but because I love you-"
"Don't get flippant with me!"
"I'm only following your example!" whined Bruno; a mischievous glint reigniting in his eyes and grin.
"And besides, I'm only flippant with things I know to be true."
"Bruno Bennett-!"
"Ah, Ah Aunt Christine! You best quiet down, you don't want any of the guards to hear and know your awake do you? They may send for Joseph, or even better, Mum."
My irritation towards Bruno dimmed significantly; he is now holding a knowing look mixed with his mischievous. What does he know?
"You have no chance in leaving if Uncle Erik caught wind of you being conscious."
Damn it! How did he know?
Bruno chuckled in jest as he stated, "Mum is right, your not very good at lying."
"I lied about nothing!" I said in shocked annoyance.
"You lied about being fine. I know your upset, and now I know why. You're upset about your marriage to that git downstairs."
I rolled my eyes and hang my head in my hands; this boy is seriously mind boggling.
"You don't have to be worried Aunt Christine, Uncle Erik is angry at him not you." said Bruno, now starting to sound more soothing than amused. "He'll get rid of him for you."
My sights shoot back to Bruno, "What you mean 'get rid of him'?"
"Is that not obvious?" Bruno half laughed, "Least he'll be useful for something."
My God, they're going to kill Raoul.
With only small traces of moonlight for company Raoul is starting to fear for his sanity. Being in the dark dungy cellar, in what feels like days, is starting to play tricks with his mind.
He keeps thinking he sees rats or mice madly scatter the ground, or hearing cries of fright being painstakingly howled outside. Footsteps can be heard above him, drumming their marching beats, and the coldness of the air chills his skin.
No heat, barely any light and alone. Is this a life of a prisoner? The only crime Raoul has committed is marriage. Ok he isn't in love with her, but she's perfect for him, is that really so terrible?
Actually, what has become of his wife? Everyone has been so secretive about her, is she dead? Or have they done the unthinkable by turning her into one of them?
Either way, what of him? What is his fate?
"Torment", the manic King's eyes told him, "Torment then death."
Does Raoul deserve such a drastic punishment? Yes he has caused dreadful hardships for many, especially his wife, but should his life be the penance?
Erik seems to believe so.
A gentle creak of a door brings Raoul out of his sullen reverie.
Light footsteps pat hurriedly down the stone stairs, more than one can be heard.
Are these the guards that shall bring Raoul to fulfil his death sentence?
A boy with a young pale face enters; he mustn't be any older than ten, with light brown hair and blue eyes. Raoul recognises this boy, but it's the other person that grabs his attention. The boy has brought a woman.
"Christine? Christine, is that you?" Raoul asks in shock.
His eyes widen at the woman standing before him. She is wearing a dark purple long sleeved gown fitted like a second layer of skin and displays every curve she possesses; her long thick hair is elegantly draped over her shoulders, the length ending at her chest; the moon shining through the cellar bars graces her face, emphasising her wide, green eyes.
It's clear from the paleness of her skin and the light drawn bags under her eyes Christine is or has been ill, but that doesn't stop Raoul becoming overwhelmed by her presence. Her beauty will always radiate no matter what state she is in.
"How did you get here Raoul?" she asked in a hurried whisper, walking towards the bars but purposely setting a certain distance between them.
It took a few seconds for Raoul to register what she asked before he answered; blinking dumbly at her, trying to return to the depressing reality he is in.
"E-erik sent me here."
"Erik?" Christine repeated, her own eyes widening.
"He barely listened to what I had to say, even though he was the one that asked me the questions!" said Raoul, clearly rattled by the King.
"What did he ask?" Christine asked pressingly.
"How I came to be here and why, like I am buddies with those wolves! and another thing-" Raoul's eyes then narrowed sheepishly onto the boy who is inches from Christine, "Hey, you're the King's nephew!"
"Well stated." the boy snorted
Raoul's eyes dart frantically from the boy to Christine, his mind reeling, "Wait- why are you hanging around with him? Did you know I am being held? How did you even get here, and how are you still alive?"
"Doesn't ask much does he?" said Bruno in dark sarcasm.
"Unlike you Raoul, Erik wouldn't harm me, and it's Master Bennett to you." Christine corrected sharply.
"Master Bennett?-" suddenly Raoul's shocked eyes narrowed again, only this time on Christine. "You resettling into your past post then? Being the King's Hore?"
"Watch your tongue." Christine snapped. "You may say those things to me alone but not around my nephew."
"Your nephew?" Raoul now positively choked in shock and disgust; his eyes back to darting from Bruno and Christine. "May I remind you Christine you are married to me! You are no relation to this lot!"
Christine merely snorted in amusement, "Jealousy isn't becoming of you Raoul."
"I am your husband!" Raoul shouted angrily.
Christine glared chilling emerald daggers at her 'husband' from his declaration,
"You are no husband of mine.".
"Then why are you down here then!"
"Clearly not of adoration." Bruno teased.
Raoul glared in response.
Christine turned to leave, a hand on Bruno's shoulder indicating for him to follow her movements, "I came to try and help you out, but obviously I am wasting my time-"
Raoul shot his arm through the bar and grabbed Christine's arm, stopping her actions,
"Don't go, please." he pleaded.
Christine turned fully to face him, pushing Bruno protectively behind her. Raoul's grip remained on her arm, which turns out to be the one with the wound.
Bruno kept his eyes glued onto Raoul; ready to strike if he causes any more harm on his aunt.
Raoul stared directly into Christine's eyes, his voice growing quiet and desperate.
"I'm sorry, I'll try and keep my temper in check, but can you blame me for being so aggravated? I'm locked in a dungeon awaiting my unknown fate! I'm scared Christine."
She saw his fear and couldn't help but feel some sympathy towards this man. She's known him for over 2 years; he was her fiancé; and besides forcing her to marry him, he has treated her well. Him getting killed won't solve anything, yes it will instantly end their marriage, but she doesn't want the stain of his blood to be covered on her hands.
"I'll help you get out under one condition."
"What?" said Raoul; all alert and ready to agree with anything she will throw at him.
"I want an annulment."
Raoul's grip on Christine's arm slackened slightly and his eyes widened.
"Should be easy enough seeing as the marriage hasn't been fully...established. Or has ever been for that matter..."
"Christine-!"
"You don't love me and I certainly don't love you."
"You must've loved me once; why else would you have agreed to marry me?" asked Raoul somewhat desperately.
"Maybe I did, but the feelings I had for you are nothing compared to what I feel for Erik."
"He's a monster Christine! You didn't see him when I arrived! He was manic! Bloodthirsty! What every feared vampire is!"
"Would you be happy if someone you loved married someone you hated?" said Christine weakly, more to herself than to Raoul.
She set her emeralds out to the moon that is still trying to break fully into the dark dungeon. "I am meant to be here; I am meant to be with Erik, but our marriage is destroying all chance of that."
"You cannot seriously consider staying here? Those creatures live on people like us! Obviously you've become blinded by lust, you have forgotten who you are and who you are supposed to be-"
"No, I have been reminded who I was and what I am." Christine stated bluntly; turning her bitter, angry eyes back onto Raoul. "Remember Raoul, I was Erik's wife first, and that's what I intend to be again."
"You don't know what your saying-" Raoul dismissed shakily.
"I know exactly what I'm saying!" Christine interjected heatedly. "I don't love you Raoul and you don't love me, yet you forced us to be married and fo what? Money! Money which you don't even need!"
"Look, I'm sorry Christine," said Raoul; his expression pleading, his grip tightening. "I am! I'm sorry our marriage had to be like it was. But I thought in time you would eventually accept me again. We had good times haven't we? We work well together! We can be like that again!"
"Have you not been listening?" Christine sighed tiredly, "I was Erik's first. He claimed me any centuries ago. I have always been his."
"You are not one of them anymore. You are meant to be with someone like me!"
"With a person that puts a gun onto my friends head and threatens the lives of everyone I care about?" Christine stated sardonically, "If you had only threatened my life Raoul I wouldn't have cared; I would've welcomed death with open arms if it had meant I wouldn't have to marry you."
Raoul pulled Christine violently to the bars; the objects being the only shield from him doing any real physical harm. The wind was knocked out of Christine by the abrupt force, causing another dizzy spell to return, along with the pain being inflicted on her wound.
Bruno pounced in between 'husband and wife', taking a bite of Raoul's wrist.
"AGGGH!" Raoul yelled his wrist a brutal red.
Footsteps were heard thundering down the steps, and swiftly Bruno lifted Christine from the ground where she was flung upon, and quickly became part of the dark shadows.
"WHERE IS SHE?" Erik's voice roared as he strikingly entered the dungeon, followed closely with his father.
Bruno slowly yet skilfully began to side step round the room with Christine holding rigidly still on his back; his eyes surveyed rapidly around the area so as not to make the slightest hint of noise. Bruno of course wants to make themselves known, but his loyalty to Christine was stronger than his want. He isn't sure if her feelings of leaving the Kingdom, of leaving his Uncle, have changed now that she knows his Uncle blames Raoul for their marriage. However, it's probably for the best that they do leave unnoticed, as both will be in serious trouble when confronted.
Christine's eyes jammed onto the man standing powerfully behind Erik, the man that helped changed everything, the man that could ruin everything.
King Andrew.
"Where is who?" Raoul spat uncaringly, staring at the bite mark. Lucky there's no blood.
"You are in no position taunting me boy. Tell me where she is, I heard her so I know was here."
"Well if you know you wouldn't need my help then would you?"
Erik flew himself towards the bars, his forceful weight causing them to tremble fiercely causing the ground to rumble and flecks of stone from the walls to fall.
Raoul pushed himself on the other side of his cell, his bitten hand pressed protectively against his chest.
Erik's eyes stung threateningly onto Raoul's; the urge and need to kill becoming dangerously coherent.
Raoul was scared, but he couldn't help but be annoyed at the same time.
This was the person (if you can refer him as one) that his wife is choosing over him? This beastly creature? She loves that?
"She is not here son, let's try somewhere else." came the chilling voice of King Andrew; the voice crept beneath Christine's skin causing her to repulsively shudder.
Erik ignored his father; his tone tight in restraint, "I'm asking you one more time, where is she?"
"To be honest I don't blame her for disappearing after what she's been through with you." said Raoul.
Erik irritably turned away from the cell rejecting the pathetic excuse for a man. Erik's nose sniffed the air, desperate to find some trace of Christine.
"Her wound is healing," he muttered to himself, "but her scent, it's faint, why is it faint?"
"Are you not even wondering why she came down here at all?" asked Raoul, a hint of amusement in his annoyed tone.
Erik continued to ignore him, now pacing round the dungeon; trailing the edges of the wall, sensing her presence.
Why would she be hiding from him?
Bruno and Christine are now on the stairs, gradually getting closer and closer to the hidden hallway beside the door that brought them to the dungeon undetected in the first place;
both listening to what's going on, yet both wanting to get away.
"She wanted to see her husband, to make sure he is still alive; she also promised to return."
Christine threw a hand over her mouth in order to stop her groan. Bruno too stopped his movements. The atmosphere seems to have changed from heated anger and hatred, into icy abhorrence and fatality.
On Raoul's mocking statement Erik halted his inspection.
His body already tense, tightened even more. His fingers twitching in want to break bones. All control and reason teetering on the edge.
Erik was once that said husband. The one Christine worried for.
She promised to return to him.
"She doesn't want me dead Erik, so if I were you I'd keep my temper under control."
"She isn't here to confirm that, human," growled Andrew stepping closer to the bars, "So either tell us where she is, or die right now."
Panic started to overcome Raoul's teasing.
Would they really not take his word for it?
No. No, they wouldn't.
Without Christine being here, he has no hope to survive.
Andrew laughed darkly on Raoul's startled expression,
"Not so cocky now are we?" his hands holding onto the bars, pulling them either side, and too Raoul's horror, they started to bend.
"I-I don't know where she is! I swear I don't! Her and t-the boy vanished the moment you arrived!" Raoul yelped, pushing himself deep into his cells corner.
"Boy? What boy?" snapped Erik turning to face Raoul once more.
"I-I can't remember h-his name, but she claims he's her nephew."
Erik and Andrew looked at each other, both thinking the same thing only in different emotions:
Erik out of wonder, Andrew out of annoyance.
Bruno.
"Dora!" Andrew yelled angrily, flying up the stairs and through the door, barely missing his grandson and ex daughter-in-law.
Now was Bruno's chance to get himself and Christine out; he opened the hidden side door beside the one his grandfather just left and bolted down the dank hallway not knowing where to go...and also not realising that a eyes similar to his own caught a fleeting view of dark purple material, fluttering into the darkness.
GAH another cliffie! Don't you just HATE them?
I was going to carry on but i didn't want the chapter to become too long and drawn out, or should they be exactly like that?
I've noticed that ALOT of people from various parts of the world are reading this story...may i just say, WOW, and THANK YOU! Totally mind boggling!
Can i ask for all your readers opion/view. Shall a prequel be made for this story?
Either way i don't mind, but i really want to hear what you have to say: YAY or NAY ?
In the prequel you'll get to learn more about how christine and erik met, along with their short break up and their wedding. so, yes that story would be immediately an M lol
Please let me know what you think!
