Oh, now she had done it. Erik was disappointed with her, and she had
agreed never to kiss Raoul again! The only problem was explaining this to
the Vicomte himself... She didn't REALLY want to do this. It was all for
Erik, and if anyone had seen him the way she had, they would have agreed to
ANYTHING at that time! Now she was regretting everything she had promised
him...
Standing hesitantly behind Raoul while he was busy talking with some of the opera attendants, Christine took a great breath and wished he would keep talking until night came, so she would have an excuse to avoid him. But he'd notice her sometime soon...
"Ah, Christine!" Raoul smiled sweetly as the attendants stalked off, turning to face his friend.
"Raoul," Christine nodded solemnly, "I must speak with you.."
"What is it?" Raoul asked, turning serious by the look on her face. Before Christine answered, she looked around and asked him to come with her outside. He smiled sympathetically at her request and followed her out the door.
"I..." Christine started, staring pleadingly up at Raoul.
"What is it?" Raoul repeated, taking Christine's hands and giving her his full attention.
"I mustn't kiss you," Christine grumbled, looking away.
Raoul looked around cautiously, then answered with a small smile, "I think it's all right love, your other boyfriends aren't watching..."
"No," Christine shook her head, grasping Raoul's hands harder than he would have liked. "Do you love me?"
"I believe so," Raoul said looking a bit uneasy. "Is everything okay?"
"No," Christine shook her head more furiously, "no, nothing is okay."
"What's wrong?" He asked, trying to pull her eyes towards him.
"We can't... we can't see each other anymore," Christine whispered softly.
"What?" Raoul's eyes went wide. "Why not?"
"We cannot," Christine said, "That is all I can say."
"I'm going to need a better reason than that... is this a joke?" Raoul wondered.
"I am not joking," Christine replied.
"You don't... you don't wish to see me again?" Raoul asked slowly, eyes filled with confusion.
"Raoul, there are just some things you cannot know, and some things that are better off the way they are," Christine said.
"You're not making sense, Christine, is there another man you love?" Raoul asked urgently, whispering and hoping there wasn't.
"No, no, it isn't that..." Christine mumbled, tittering nervously. Raoul let out a deep sigh.
"Oh, Christine, you could tell me anything, couldn't you? Tell me what is bothering you!" Raoul begged sweetly.
"I can tell you anything but this! You will not believe me, anyhow," Christine explained.
"If there is not another man, what other excuse might you have? Do you not love me? Is it me?" Raoul let the sentence hang in the air, the suspense filling the gap between the two of them.
"I cannot say," Christine muttered, looking away. "Raoul; if you love me, you will not wonder any more! Promise me you will never see me again, for our love!"
"So you do love me?" Raoul guessed faintly, "Then why must we never see each other again?"
"If you knew, it would be a danger, Raoul! I'm sorry," Christine breathed uneasily. Raoul gave her a short pleading look as she began to leave, but he stopped her by the hand.
"Christine! I cannot keep your promise!" Raoul said shortly. They stared.
"Then you do not love me," Christine answered before giving the man one last glance before entering back into the opera house. Raoul just stood shocked, staring after her.
What had he done wrong? What was her secret?
Raoul racked his brain; he had taken to her lunch and dinner the past days, they had talked like old pals, they had really seemed to love each other.. What was it, then? He had done absolutely everything that meant that he loved her... where had he shown her differently?
But, as she had said.. 'For our love'... that meant she really DID love him! Then why didn't she want to see him again? Oh, this was confusing...
"Maybe she's just having a bad day," Raoul told himself, trying to go for comfort but made himself even more uneasy and confused. "Tomorrow," he decided, "I shall ask her what is wrong. She could not surely have meant that she didn't want to see me again!"
With that, he strolled sadly off in deep thought.
As Christine was heading back to the lair, all she could think about was how shocked her love had been, and how calm she had to stay as to not arouse even more suspicion than she had with him. Oh, what had she gotten herself into? Of course Raoul would come back, she knew he would. She couldn't get rid of him that easily, but it wasn't like she wanted to...
Why did Erik have to see them together? It was all wrong... and why did Erik have to love her so much? Such a protective, emotional man he was, and she was weakened by that fact. But what else could she have done? Could she have refused?
No, she could not have. She still had heart enough to feel for the poor man cursed beneath the opera house.
A/N: Ech, short chapter. My sister's bugging me to get off the computer. I can't edit this chapter either, so bear with me. Fun. Ah well, review happy! Next chapter, I hope will come soon, but I never CAN tell... ENJOY! :)
Standing hesitantly behind Raoul while he was busy talking with some of the opera attendants, Christine took a great breath and wished he would keep talking until night came, so she would have an excuse to avoid him. But he'd notice her sometime soon...
"Ah, Christine!" Raoul smiled sweetly as the attendants stalked off, turning to face his friend.
"Raoul," Christine nodded solemnly, "I must speak with you.."
"What is it?" Raoul asked, turning serious by the look on her face. Before Christine answered, she looked around and asked him to come with her outside. He smiled sympathetically at her request and followed her out the door.
"I..." Christine started, staring pleadingly up at Raoul.
"What is it?" Raoul repeated, taking Christine's hands and giving her his full attention.
"I mustn't kiss you," Christine grumbled, looking away.
Raoul looked around cautiously, then answered with a small smile, "I think it's all right love, your other boyfriends aren't watching..."
"No," Christine shook her head, grasping Raoul's hands harder than he would have liked. "Do you love me?"
"I believe so," Raoul said looking a bit uneasy. "Is everything okay?"
"No," Christine shook her head more furiously, "no, nothing is okay."
"What's wrong?" He asked, trying to pull her eyes towards him.
"We can't... we can't see each other anymore," Christine whispered softly.
"What?" Raoul's eyes went wide. "Why not?"
"We cannot," Christine said, "That is all I can say."
"I'm going to need a better reason than that... is this a joke?" Raoul wondered.
"I am not joking," Christine replied.
"You don't... you don't wish to see me again?" Raoul asked slowly, eyes filled with confusion.
"Raoul, there are just some things you cannot know, and some things that are better off the way they are," Christine said.
"You're not making sense, Christine, is there another man you love?" Raoul asked urgently, whispering and hoping there wasn't.
"No, no, it isn't that..." Christine mumbled, tittering nervously. Raoul let out a deep sigh.
"Oh, Christine, you could tell me anything, couldn't you? Tell me what is bothering you!" Raoul begged sweetly.
"I can tell you anything but this! You will not believe me, anyhow," Christine explained.
"If there is not another man, what other excuse might you have? Do you not love me? Is it me?" Raoul let the sentence hang in the air, the suspense filling the gap between the two of them.
"I cannot say," Christine muttered, looking away. "Raoul; if you love me, you will not wonder any more! Promise me you will never see me again, for our love!"
"So you do love me?" Raoul guessed faintly, "Then why must we never see each other again?"
"If you knew, it would be a danger, Raoul! I'm sorry," Christine breathed uneasily. Raoul gave her a short pleading look as she began to leave, but he stopped her by the hand.
"Christine! I cannot keep your promise!" Raoul said shortly. They stared.
"Then you do not love me," Christine answered before giving the man one last glance before entering back into the opera house. Raoul just stood shocked, staring after her.
What had he done wrong? What was her secret?
Raoul racked his brain; he had taken to her lunch and dinner the past days, they had talked like old pals, they had really seemed to love each other.. What was it, then? He had done absolutely everything that meant that he loved her... where had he shown her differently?
But, as she had said.. 'For our love'... that meant she really DID love him! Then why didn't she want to see him again? Oh, this was confusing...
"Maybe she's just having a bad day," Raoul told himself, trying to go for comfort but made himself even more uneasy and confused. "Tomorrow," he decided, "I shall ask her what is wrong. She could not surely have meant that she didn't want to see me again!"
With that, he strolled sadly off in deep thought.
As Christine was heading back to the lair, all she could think about was how shocked her love had been, and how calm she had to stay as to not arouse even more suspicion than she had with him. Oh, what had she gotten herself into? Of course Raoul would come back, she knew he would. She couldn't get rid of him that easily, but it wasn't like she wanted to...
Why did Erik have to see them together? It was all wrong... and why did Erik have to love her so much? Such a protective, emotional man he was, and she was weakened by that fact. But what else could she have done? Could she have refused?
No, she could not have. She still had heart enough to feel for the poor man cursed beneath the opera house.
A/N: Ech, short chapter. My sister's bugging me to get off the computer. I can't edit this chapter either, so bear with me. Fun. Ah well, review happy! Next chapter, I hope will come soon, but I never CAN tell... ENJOY! :)