A/N: NEW CHAPTER!

Christine

Walking down to meet the group in Roman's Mercedes, Christine sighed. She really would have rather spent her Friday night with Erik, learning more about their lives together and seeing what their future holds. Christine was wearing the same jeans and top as she was the first time she really found out who Dr. Mulheim really was. It was a reminder to be good tonight and also that she will be seeing him in a mere few hours.

She saw Meg waiting outside of the car. She had her hair in a French braid and wore some black leather shorts, with black tights underneath. Her Steve Madden heels were accented with metal studs and matched belt latches. Her top was covered with a leather jacket that matched Christine's, seeing that they bought it at the same time.

"Christine, you look Hot!" Meg rushed over and hugged her. "Are you ready to get your drink on?"

"Eh," Christine started, "Maybe once we get there, I don't want to get too wasted."

"Comon! We are celebrating tonight, plus you need to let loose!" Meg took her arm and motioned Christine to get in the back seat.

"Fine, just one shot."

Meg squealed.

Christine was already feeling guilty about this, but she knew that it was almost over. Once in the car she saw Roman was driving and Michael was in the passenger seat. The car smelled overwhelmingly like axe body spray and it made Christine sick.

"Hey, Christine," Roman turned to her and handed her a bottle of Belvedere Vodka and a red cup, "I bought your favorite."

Christine looked at him and could tell he was really trying to make her happy. Christine took the bottle as Meg slammed the door.

"Already got the bottle in your hands, eh Christine?" Meg giggled and Michael gave her a red cup as well.

"Well, we don't have school tomorrow so why not?" Christine smirked. She would at least make the most of this awkward situation with Roman.

Erik

Erik stared out his window at 8pm and watched a black car pass his house. He took a glimpse from his window and saw her drinking from a red cup, she was drinking… Erik felt his face grow hot with anger. Christine was supposed to behave! He would not pull a stunt, however, normally he would follow the girl and make sure she was safe, but if she wasn't he knew he would feel it. Of course he was uncomfortable with the fact that she was going dancing with that boy, but Christine was right, she had to do what she had to for them. Erik tried so hard to keep the negativity out of his brain so he went to the kitchen to fix himself a drink, but then his mind fought him and it went to his dark place.

He imagined that boy fondling her and kissing her. He imagined that she enjoyed herself and let him undress her.

"No!" Erik threw the crystal glass against his wall and stood there, breathing heavily. He felt the demons fight him again, making him think of what that couple could do; thinking of Christine doing unimaginable things to the boy and the boy reciprocating.

An hour later, Erik's living room was a disaster. He had thrown all the chairs from his dining set into the walls, denting them. There were plates and cups shattered all over his floor, but he didn't care. His thoughts were a reality in his head. However, Erik wasn't in his living room anymore, but in the bathroom. He was staring into the mirror with two knifes in his hands and he kept scraping them over and over again on the sides of his mirror; the sound was calming and his stress was being lifted. He looked at his face as he did this and thought how this life was supposed to be better, it was supposed to be easier. Christine knew that they were meant for each other faster than any prior life and that was supposed to help them. His eyebrows furrowed and he punched the face that stared back at him, leaving his knuckles bloody and bruised.

Christine

It was almost 11:30pm when Christine decided it was time to go home; she had told the other three that Bella wanted her home by curfew. She had a few drinks and was feeling pretty confident in herself. Roman had been trying to seduce her all night, but she didn't buy it, all night she tried to keep her mind on getting to Erik. There was one moment where she showed weakness and almost let Roman kiss her, but last minute she turned her head.

"Roman, we can't do this." Christine breathed.

"Why not, Christine?" Roman pulled her he closer, closing the space in between them.

"I'm drunk; you're drunk, it's not right." Christine tried to push Roman away, but he stood his ground.

"Christine, who are we playing," Roman asked, "we are meant for each other." He lifted one of his hands and glided it across Christine's left cheek and she took her own hand and brought his hand back down.

"You gave me till the dance to decide, Roman," Christine stated, "Please don't pressure me."

Roman nodded, "This is true; it's just so hard for me not to kiss you and not to have you close to me, like I used to."

"I know," Christine agreed, "you just need to be patient for me." Christine looked up at the digital clock in front where the DJ was playing and saw it was 11:30pm. "Roman, I need to go, I'll take a cab, but you guys have a good time and take a few more shots for me, okay?"

Christine kissed Roman on the cheek, "We are still cool though, right?"

"Of course," Roman agreed.

Christine hugged Meg and Michael and called an Uber to take her back to her neighborhood. The car ride was long which was nice because she had time to think. She didn't want Roman to be unhappy with her, but at the same time, she knew in the long run they couldn't be together. She took her hair and smelled it, and sure enough it smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. The one thing she hated most about these types of places is that she always left smelling horrible. She took some of her body spray, opened a window, and splashed some on.

Finally they pulled up to Erik's place and she tipped the Uber will through her phone. Walking up to the door, Christine smoothed out her hair and sprayed her one more time, and then she rang the doorbell.

What she saw open the door shocked her. Erik looked so disheveled and had a bottle of Scotch; blood dripping from his right hand.

"Erik," Christine started as she walked into the house, "What happened?"

"I thought you were at that party?" Erik slurred, "Christine, did you sleep with him?"

Christine turned to him, another shock hitting her in the throat. "What are you talking about, Erik?"

"Did you sleep with that peasant, even when you specifically said you would behave?"

Christine turned to face what was now a destroyed living room. "Erik, what did you do?"

Erik threw the bottle against the wall, and grabbed Christine's wrists, "You promised me that you would behave."

"Erik," Christine tried pulling her wrists out of his grasp, "No! I didn't sleep with anyone! I just drank a bit, but then left so I could be with you!"

"You lie!" Erik growled, still holding on to her, "Don't lie to me!"

Christine didn't know what to do at this point. She just stared at him and knew that this was not the Erik she knew, but an angry and paranoid Erik. Christine quickly stepped on Erik's foot and he released her wrists, then she turned around with all of her strength and grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall. Erik being extremely drunk was working towards her favor, and her being under the influence made her physically stronger with all the adrenaline. She had to treat Erik as an animal, and the only way to tame a beast is to shock it. She pushed him against the wall, still having her small hand around the front of his throat.

"Now listen here, you beast," Christine advised, "You need to stop right now. I did not sleep with anyone; the only person I would ever want to sleep with is with you! All night, I stared at that clock and hoped time would go faster. All I wanted was to come back to you, Erik, and this is how you greet me?"

Erik took one of his free hands and grabbed her hair and they both fell to the ground, Erik on top of her. He didn't say a word and just looked at her.

"Erik," Christine said, "I don't know what you think you are doing right now, but I need you to know. The only person I want to be with is with you. You think I am some small girl who can't retaliate, so you go ahead and try to drag me around like a rag doll," Christine then turned on him and now she was on top, "You haven't met this 2015 Christine yet, and let me just tell you, she can fight you and she can love you."

"You viper," Erik growled.

"You beast," Christine said, as she leaned down and kissed him.

A/N: That was intense! I hope you guys enjoy my version of Christine, so many I see that are feeble and can't do anything on their own, but I wanted to make Christine stronger than she looks, with the help of alcahol, of course. Also, if you don't know what an Uber is, it's a car service that's pretty popular where I live. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!