Erik's POV
Tonight… My date with Christine Daae was tonight! Never had I ever thought that I would be going on a date with Christine. On the night of our outing, I bathed and nervously dressed in front of my wardrobe mirror. Oh, I was so nervous. I was just adjusting my bowtie, when I noticed Ayesha sitting beside me. I smiled and turned to face her.
"Well? Do you think I look presentable enough for Christine?"
Of course the cat didn't reply, but I felt so nervous. What if she didn't like the way I dressed? What if she didn't like the cologne I put on? What if I ruined the entire night? No, I wasn't going… I couldn't bring myself to go on this date with Christine. I must have been crazy…
"I'm not going," I replied. "I'll…I'll just tell her I'm sick. Yeah, that's it. I'll tell Christine that I'm not feeling well, and that we will have to do this another night."
But then again, what was I thinking? This was going to be my first date with a woman! I couldn't call it off, for if I did, who knew if there would ever be another chance at going out with her again. No, I needed to go… I needed to do this for myself. I deserved this much. Christine Daae had asked me on a date, and I wasn't about to turn her down for anything in the world.
"What is it that men usually do on dates?" I asked out loud. "What could I possibly offer Christine as a symbol of my appreciation for this date?"
Faster than lightning, the kitten sprung to a locked box I had sitting on my night table. It was strange, for it was as if this cat knew just what to do.
"What's gotten into you?"
I approached the box and opened it with the key, pulling back the lid to reveal a bunch of little trinkets that I had collected over the years. It wasn't much, but it was all I had. When I was the trap door maker in Persia, I began taking things from the Shah's palace, things that caught my eye. A few diamonds and some gold colored bows were not what one would call treasure, but to me, they were the most beautiful things in the world.
"What?" I asked. "What is it that you see?"
The kitten gently dug through the box of trinkets and reached down for something, coming back up with a hair clip in its mouth. A hair clip? This was what I was supposed to offer Christine?
"You're crazy," I said, taking the clip from its mouth. It was just a hair clip, one that was shaped like a rose with red rhinestones lining every inch of it. It had once belonged to one of the Shah's servants, but when she dropped it one afternoon, it became mine.
"Christine would not want something like this. It's junk…"
But I knew if I didn't give this a chance, I would never know if this cat had been right or wrong.
"Fine, but if she hates it, you're going to be right back out in the snow."
After locking up the box and patting the kitten on the head, I headed out to fetch Christine. She told me that I was to meet her in the foyer of the Opera House at dusk. Well, it was way past dusk now, for the sky that had once been orange and purple had turned pitch black. Women… They were always late… or so that's what I heard. They always want to look their best, when in reality, they're late because they want to keep the man on his toes. Perhaps she wasn't going to show up at all… Perhaps this date was just a joke… Yes, that's it, a cruel joke. I began to pace back and forth, my hands sweating around the hair clip that I was going to give her. Oh, if Christine stood me up, I would never be able to go on living.
When I heard footsteps, I looked up to find Christine coming down the stairs dressed in the most beautiful gown I had ever seen her in. It was red…RED! It would match this hair clip perfectly! She was like an angel from heaven, one that I would never be able to let go.
"Erik…" my name rolled off her tongue like honey, her chocolate locks flowing gracefully around her shoulders. Usually, she always had her hair pinned up, but tonight…Oh, tonight I had never seen something so beautiful. Tonight would live within my memory forevermore.
"You look so handsome," she began. "I mean, you always look handsome in your suits, but tonight, tonight you've outdone yourself."
I tried not to blush beneath the mask, but it was simply impossible not to.
"I…I…" What was I doing? I was speechless and making an ass out of myself as I attempted to complement her. "I…wanted to tell you that…that you look…you look…"
"Ridiculous," she giggled. "I look ridiculous. I'm not used to being in these sorts of clothes."
"No, you do not look ridiculous, Christine. You look astonishing. No one could ever wear that dress like you can. It was made for you."
"Awww, well, thank you, Erik. That is a very kind thing to say."
"I…I have something that will make you look even more beautiful."
I took the hairclip and placed it into her locks. When Christine saw the trinket in a nearby mirror, she gasped. Oh, she hated it, I just knew it!
"Erik, it's beautiful! Where did you find such a thing?"
"Um…Persia. I kept it all these years in hopes of giving it to someone."
Christine threw her arms around me, an action that stunned my body.
"Thank you…I love it and shall cherish it always."
A hug, and it was only the first five minutes of our date. I sighed, for I knew this night was going to be the best night of my life.
"Shall we be off then?" Christine asked. "The fun is nearly starting at the café."
I was about to open the door to the opera house, when Christine interlaced her arm with my own. This night was certainly going to be the best night of my life. The nights were still cold, but they weren't as bad as they had been around Christmas. February was upon us, and soon, March would bring back the beautiful flowers and warmth of spring. I wasn't sure where this woman was leading me, but I followed her all the way to the other end of town where a small brick building sat. It wasn't much, but even from outside, there was laughter and loud music to be heard.
"I know that crowds make you uneasy," Christine began. "But the ballerinas rave about this place. They say that it is something that everyone must experience at least once in their life. They say that there is dancing and lots of music, music that only people like you and I would appreciate."
"Well then," I said. "Why are we still standing out here?"
Christine smiled and pulled me inside the loud café. She had been right… It was indeed loud and crowded, but I didn't care, for as long as I had Christine beside me, that was all that mattered. There was barely any seating left, so she and I made do by standing at the bar. I wasn't sure what she liked to drink, therefore, I ordered two glassed of red wine. It certainly was an experience to be here. There was a huge dance floor and already, it was being occupied by couples who were dancing the night away. This certainly wasn't the sort of place you took a woman to if you wanted to spend hours talking and getting to know one another, but I didn't need to talk to Christine. She and I already knew one another, and what we didn't know, we found out through music. We both gulped down our wine, and next thing I knew, she was pulling me to the dance floor.
"Come on, Erik," she happily cried. "Dance with me!"
And dance I did. We were smashed between people, but Christine didn't seem to care, those fiddles and violins moved her body in ways I had never seen it move before. Her hips ground against my own, her arms brushing down every inch of my body. Oh, how I wanted this woman, body and soul. The heat from the room made us both sweat, and Christine eventually discarded her scarf, revealing the cleavage of her chest. This woman was simply driving me mad! When I had been trapped with the gypsies, I saw their dances, and how the women drove the men mad with the way their bodies moved against them. Christine was doing the same thing to me now…I twirled her around me, our eyes meeting with one another's as if we were thinking the same thing… I wanted her… I wasn't sure if she wanted me, but I wanted her more than anything in the world. We danced the night away, dancing and drinking wine like Medieval kings and queens. We danced for hours, never stopping until the music did, and by then, we were nearly the last couple on the floor. She and I had one too many glasses of wine, but it affected our bodies in the best way possible, for she and I had the time of our life tonight. After donning my cloak, I helped her bundle up before we made out descent into the night. Our walk home was silent, but her arm was still interlaced with my own. What I didn't know was that this night was about to take a drastic turn.
After letting her into the opera house, I turned to lock the doors. When I dared to turn around and ask her to accompany me for a cup of tea, she rushed to embrace me…Only, she didn't embrace me for a hug, she placed her lips hungrily against my own. A kiss! But not just any kiss, a kiss of passion! I felt everything, her lips, her saliva, her tongue! My knees buckled, but I braced myself against the wall, allowing myself to indulge into my first kiss! When we broke away for air, I stood there gasping for breath, believing that it would be my only kiss, but no, she pressed her lips against my own once again.
"Ch…Christine…"
I groaned and called her name, knowing that we couldn't be seen like this.
"Yes, Erik?"
"D…Do you, that is… Do you want to go upstairs?"
Christine nodded and we both hurried to my room, not being able to get there fast enough. Once inside my home, she jumped into my arms, her lips ravishing me once again. What I didn't expect her to do was pull off my mask and caress my deformity with her hand.
"Oh, Christine…Yes…"
Her lips left my own and traveled down to my neck, her teeth playfully biting and sucking at my flesh! Never had I ever felt such pleasure before in my entire life! I wanted to do the same to her, but I was so afraid…But my urge took control of my body and I gently claimed her lips once more, backing her towards my bedroom. When she landed back first against the mattress, I took control, kissing her cheeks, her neck, her ears…I wanted it all!
"Erik…Oh, Erik…Yes…"
She erotically called out my name, causing me to lose control. I thrust my aching hips against her own, our soft moans being in sync with one another. It may not have been sex, but it was good enough for me… It had been the most pleasure I had ever felt in my life, and when I fell asleep that night, I did so the happiest man on earth.
Ok, let's leave these two alone for a while and let them enjoy each other's company. I think it's safe to say that Erik enjoyed his first date. I've gotten so many emails regarding the Phantom tour, so let me try to answer some of your questions. First off, No, I did not tape the tour and post it on Youtube. I don't believe in bootlegging shows. Is the show on youtube? I have no idea. When did Christine get slammed down on Erik's Bed? Well, during the final lair scene, Christine got angry and tossed Erik's music sheets all over the lair before rushing over to Raoul who was hanging by a noose near Erik's bed. Erik came running after her and slammed her down on the bed before crawling on top of her and pressing his hips against her own. So, to answer your question it was during the line "..So do you end your days with me, or do you send him to his grave?" After that, he jumps off the bed and backs away. Where did I see the show? In my home city of Philadelphia. You can check out the tour's next stops on google. Just search for Phantom North American tour. I think that answers most of your questions. By the way, this story is going to be 55 chapters long. So 20 to go! After that, you can switch over to my newest story that has yet to have a title. I won't give away too much, but it involves Erik having some memory loss. I'm 15 chapters in and I already love it a lot. Thanks again everyone!