Christine returned to the lair two days later, happier than she had been
for a very long time indeed. After the struggles of using all of her
effort to comfort Erik, she decided she really needed a break. So
Christine took her break time to catch up on things; like the upcoming
opera in which she would have a small part in. To her surprise one
morning, she had run into an old friend and playmate, Raoul Vicomte de
Chagny. He had asked her to dinner, they chatted and caught up on the
times. And they had kissed.
It was unexpected. It was in the middle of a sentence (just the right time for a perfect kiss from a perfect guy)... yes. She knew she was in love with this man, after only three days of talking and getting together with him. He had an irresistable charm about him, and every time she talked with Raoul, she was at peace. She could get used to this.
Happy and refreshed, Christine opened the door of Erik's house. She found him on his couch, staring off in deep thought. He hadn't noticed her. "Erik?" Christine strode up to him and tapped the man on the shoulder.
He jumped slightly, stared up at Christine and croaked softly, "You're here."
"Yes," she answered him, nodding once. "How are you?"
He ignored her question. "Where have you been, Christine?" Erik asked quietly.
"Practicing for another opera, Erik," she answered truthfully. It wasn't the whole truth, though...
"Yes, dear, with your lovely voice, that is apparent," he sighed. "What else?"
"Else? There is nothing else. What else could you mean? I have slept and eaten," Christine lied guiltily this time. Thank God he couldn't hear her.
"There is no more?" Erik asked sufferingly.
Christine hesitated. "No..."
"You lie," he answered, looking away from her.
"I don't know what... you're..." Christine trailed off. Erik saw by the look on her face that she was trying to act confused. "Erik!" She grabbed his shoulder. He turned to her sharply. "Have you been spying on me?"
"Spying? No, of course not," Erik answered still in his soft, scratched voice. "Why?"
"I thought.." Christine trailed off again.
"You thought that I might see you with someone? Perhaps with another man?" Erik guessed tauntingly.
"You DID spy!" Christine cried, jerking her hand away from his shoulder as she jumped from the couch. "Erik..."
"Stop there, Christine," Erik whispered dangerously. "Stop right there. No explaining. I was not spying. I came to bring you back here, and I saw you with him! The man you kissed!"
Christine hushed up and stared sorrowfully at Erik, who, all of a sudden leapt from the couch himself, clenching his fists.
"Christine!" He crowed sadly, "I saw you! I saw you and him! The both of you looked so happy... I had NEVER seen you so happy with me! You love him, but you do not love me! And I love you more than anything!" It was finally out, but Christine did not laugh at him. She didn't look disgusted, only sad and pale. "I cannot live without you! You are the air that I breathe, did you know this!? What is it this man has that I do not!? Why, if I love you so, why can I not make you happy!?"
Christine shook her head, a simple gesture that meant that she could not answer... she was lost completely for words. Erik stabbed her with every further sound of his voice.
"Is it that he is a handsome fellow!? Is it that he can hear your magnificent voice!? I am sorry, Christine, for never giving you what you deserved! You will never love me, as long as you have that man!" Erik's voice caught in his throat. "What can I give you, now!?" He asked painfully. "Please... tell me the truth! Tell me you do not wish to see me anymore and I will die, but it will be the truth, Christine! I will die, but I will die knowing the truth! Tell me that you hate me, if that is the truth!" Erik stared at Christine pleadingly, setting himself back onto the couch as he did not have the strength to stand anymore. "Tell me..."
"I do not wish to part with you, Erik," Christine murmured. Erik continued to stare at her. "Erik! I will not let you down! I'm not about to leave you! Not right now, not ever! Not as long as you live!"
"You lie again, Christine!" Erik moaned, shaking his head helplessly, "You will return to your love, and you will continue to love him! I cannot help that you love him, Christine! Don't lie to me, when you lie, you hurt me more than ever! Or maybe that is what you want.."
"Erik," Christine pleaded, tears gathering in her eyes, "Erik, Erik, I would never want that... I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry... forgive me, and then the truth will come from me."
"I will never forgive you Christine! I may say I do, but my heart will never forgive you for what you have done... some scars just don't stop haunting.." Erik muttered. "But I'm begging you, if you can tell the truth, my death will be a more peaceful one; every second you lie is another second you cut me deeper, and I must know!..."
"What must you know?" Christine asked clearly.
"I must know... if you fear me... if you hate me..." Erik said this very delicately.
Christine closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "The truth is... I do fear you."
Erik nodded in agreement. "As I thought, mademoiselle."
"But I do not hate you," she whispered. Erik didn't follow. "I do not hate you! I do not."
"Do you lie again, Christine? Do you lie?" Erik choked weakly. "Can I trust-"
Christine stepped up to Erik, making him pause in his sentence, his attention completely on her. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Christine bent to give Erik a completely serious look; even more serious... she was on the brink of tears again. "I fear you, but I do not hate you. That is the honest to God truth." Her voice shook a little, but her gaze was steady.
"I love you," Erik barely whispered. "The boy, when you kissed him, Christine... I felt like I was dying..."
"I shall not kiss him again, Erik!" Christine said, "It was a silly kiss.. it was because we were old friends... we were not being serious... it will NEVER happen again."
"Never again, Christine?" Erik asked softly, his voice trembling now. "For if I see you kiss him again, I will not live long enough to be able to speak with you afterwards."
"Never again."
A/N: Ech, this is forming SOME sort of a plot... I'm sure it'll get better soon, when some REALLY meaty stuff happens... don't get your hopes up, I dun even know what's coming, I just follow my fingers, talk about crazy. ENJOY! :)
It was unexpected. It was in the middle of a sentence (just the right time for a perfect kiss from a perfect guy)... yes. She knew she was in love with this man, after only three days of talking and getting together with him. He had an irresistable charm about him, and every time she talked with Raoul, she was at peace. She could get used to this.
Happy and refreshed, Christine opened the door of Erik's house. She found him on his couch, staring off in deep thought. He hadn't noticed her. "Erik?" Christine strode up to him and tapped the man on the shoulder.
He jumped slightly, stared up at Christine and croaked softly, "You're here."
"Yes," she answered him, nodding once. "How are you?"
He ignored her question. "Where have you been, Christine?" Erik asked quietly.
"Practicing for another opera, Erik," she answered truthfully. It wasn't the whole truth, though...
"Yes, dear, with your lovely voice, that is apparent," he sighed. "What else?"
"Else? There is nothing else. What else could you mean? I have slept and eaten," Christine lied guiltily this time. Thank God he couldn't hear her.
"There is no more?" Erik asked sufferingly.
Christine hesitated. "No..."
"You lie," he answered, looking away from her.
"I don't know what... you're..." Christine trailed off. Erik saw by the look on her face that she was trying to act confused. "Erik!" She grabbed his shoulder. He turned to her sharply. "Have you been spying on me?"
"Spying? No, of course not," Erik answered still in his soft, scratched voice. "Why?"
"I thought.." Christine trailed off again.
"You thought that I might see you with someone? Perhaps with another man?" Erik guessed tauntingly.
"You DID spy!" Christine cried, jerking her hand away from his shoulder as she jumped from the couch. "Erik..."
"Stop there, Christine," Erik whispered dangerously. "Stop right there. No explaining. I was not spying. I came to bring you back here, and I saw you with him! The man you kissed!"
Christine hushed up and stared sorrowfully at Erik, who, all of a sudden leapt from the couch himself, clenching his fists.
"Christine!" He crowed sadly, "I saw you! I saw you and him! The both of you looked so happy... I had NEVER seen you so happy with me! You love him, but you do not love me! And I love you more than anything!" It was finally out, but Christine did not laugh at him. She didn't look disgusted, only sad and pale. "I cannot live without you! You are the air that I breathe, did you know this!? What is it this man has that I do not!? Why, if I love you so, why can I not make you happy!?"
Christine shook her head, a simple gesture that meant that she could not answer... she was lost completely for words. Erik stabbed her with every further sound of his voice.
"Is it that he is a handsome fellow!? Is it that he can hear your magnificent voice!? I am sorry, Christine, for never giving you what you deserved! You will never love me, as long as you have that man!" Erik's voice caught in his throat. "What can I give you, now!?" He asked painfully. "Please... tell me the truth! Tell me you do not wish to see me anymore and I will die, but it will be the truth, Christine! I will die, but I will die knowing the truth! Tell me that you hate me, if that is the truth!" Erik stared at Christine pleadingly, setting himself back onto the couch as he did not have the strength to stand anymore. "Tell me..."
"I do not wish to part with you, Erik," Christine murmured. Erik continued to stare at her. "Erik! I will not let you down! I'm not about to leave you! Not right now, not ever! Not as long as you live!"
"You lie again, Christine!" Erik moaned, shaking his head helplessly, "You will return to your love, and you will continue to love him! I cannot help that you love him, Christine! Don't lie to me, when you lie, you hurt me more than ever! Or maybe that is what you want.."
"Erik," Christine pleaded, tears gathering in her eyes, "Erik, Erik, I would never want that... I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry... forgive me, and then the truth will come from me."
"I will never forgive you Christine! I may say I do, but my heart will never forgive you for what you have done... some scars just don't stop haunting.." Erik muttered. "But I'm begging you, if you can tell the truth, my death will be a more peaceful one; every second you lie is another second you cut me deeper, and I must know!..."
"What must you know?" Christine asked clearly.
"I must know... if you fear me... if you hate me..." Erik said this very delicately.
Christine closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "The truth is... I do fear you."
Erik nodded in agreement. "As I thought, mademoiselle."
"But I do not hate you," she whispered. Erik didn't follow. "I do not hate you! I do not."
"Do you lie again, Christine? Do you lie?" Erik choked weakly. "Can I trust-"
Christine stepped up to Erik, making him pause in his sentence, his attention completely on her. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Christine bent to give Erik a completely serious look; even more serious... she was on the brink of tears again. "I fear you, but I do not hate you. That is the honest to God truth." Her voice shook a little, but her gaze was steady.
"I love you," Erik barely whispered. "The boy, when you kissed him, Christine... I felt like I was dying..."
"I shall not kiss him again, Erik!" Christine said, "It was a silly kiss.. it was because we were old friends... we were not being serious... it will NEVER happen again."
"Never again, Christine?" Erik asked softly, his voice trembling now. "For if I see you kiss him again, I will not live long enough to be able to speak with you afterwards."
"Never again."
A/N: Ech, this is forming SOME sort of a plot... I'm sure it'll get better soon, when some REALLY meaty stuff happens... don't get your hopes up, I dun even know what's coming, I just follow my fingers, talk about crazy. ENJOY! :)