Chapter 2- The Devilish De Chagny


Christine Daae` was ecstatic, she and Erik were going to see the world! Her excitement was hard to contain but she managed it and carefully made her way to the Rue Scribe. She saw a figure, clothed in black, a hat concealing his face. She smiled broadly and ran to his extended arms.

"Oh, Erik, I'm so happy! Thank you for understanding why I left Raoul, I know he never will."

"No, he shall never have to." She gasped and pulled back in horror as the hat was removed.

"R-raoul, what, what are you...?"

He laughed coldly. "Oh, Christine I may not be bright but I'm not stupid!"

"You have a strange way of showing it." She hissed backing away.

"You've been giddy, and in your sleep you've been talking to him, Christine. Talking about seeing the world with him, with that thing! No bride of mine is running off with some deformed monster!" He roughly grabbed her arm but she snatched it away.

"Don't you understand? I love you Raoul, I truly do! But I'm not in love with you, I'm in love with Erik, not a thing not a deformed monster, Erik." She glared at him. "You have not supported my feelings not one bit! Well I've had it! Erik and I deserve to be together! And we will God dammit! I don't want to be noble, I don't want to be rich and that's not what father told me to go for, he told me to follow my heart and I will! My heart isn't leading me to you as hard as it is for you to escape it. I love Erik!"

She could barely breathe as she saw the hurt and betrayal cross his face. "You saved my scarf, Raoul. He gave me my music. You showed me lust he showed me love. You promise me everything he promises what I want and only what I want, not too much or too little. I am sorry if this hurts you, I am sorry if you feel as if I've led you on but I'm not sorry that I love him, and I never will be."

This of course hurt most of all and he took her wrist. "I'll make a deal with you," He looked almost softly into her eyes. "I know you speak the truth and though it burns me I only want your happiness. I will give the two of you one week, one mind you and the period cannot be prolonged, now listen closely Little lotte, don't let your mind wander,"

He let her go and began to pace the alley. "In the period of one week I will hope that you two leave France, settle, get married, and both hold positions, now here's the tricky part, you cannot join the local or any other Opera, and he cannot join any Orchestra, song writing group or anything of the sort, relating to music. I must know where you are residing so when the week is up, I can come make my inspections, if any of the following terms are not met, you come back to Paris, divorced, marry me and live a Vicomtesse for the rest of your miserable life. So, do we have a deal?"

She wanted to slap him, very badly, how could they accomplish all of this in only one week? Still, it was not impossible, but difficult, she knew if Erik helped they could work it out.

"All right," She shook his hand. "No tricks, monsieur, and we have a deal. If you try anything..." She searched for her words. "I'll help him kill you."

She knew she had just threatened to spill a man very close to hers blood, but as she thought of happiness with Erik, she did not mind as she would have anyone else.

Raoul shook her hand almost reluctantly. "Deal." He turned and rounded the corner to his carriage which she was curious as to how she hadn't noticed it.

Just as this happened, Erik came from his hiding place. "Of all of the messes you could have gotten us into."

She blushed and beckoned for them to go inside to talk things out.


Erik looked into the fire, his back was to her and his hands were at his sides, his fingers flexed out, stiff.

Christine shifted nervously in her chair, she hated when Erik did this, it was his way of letting her know he was upset. She brushed a stray curl from her cheek and continued to watch him, unanxiously awaiting what he would say next.

Erik sensed her discomfort and relaxed slightly. "This is going to be very difficult."

She sighed in relief. "I know."

He turned to face her. "I mean very difficult, the Vicomte is out to win, and I'm positive he'll do anything to make sure he does."

She stood and took his hands. "That's why we should do this, Erik! I suggested it because I know Raoul, I know he will and I just have to be with you!"

He sighed, taking her into a hug. He kissed her forehead. "Yes darling but, trying to run and hide from him," He sighed squeezing her more tightly. "I could handle it for some years, but Christine I'm forty eight years old, I don't know how long I could and Raoul won't ever give up unless..."

"Unless he loved someone else or he was dead." She finished sadly. He brought her back to look at her.

"I'm willing to try it, but after a while, I'll have to just send you..."

"No Erik! I will not leave with him, ever! You'll try and after so long if he doesn't but out we'll have to hook him up with someone! I am not the only beautiful woman on earth! And if that doesn't work I said it once I'll say it again I will help to kill him!"

Erik smiled. "You stubborn woman."

She took his hand and kissed it. "Promise me, promise me you'll never ever send me away again..."

"Christine..." He started.

"Promise!" She gasped out, suddenly about to cry.

He paused then resumed the hug from before. "I promise."

"I am yours and yours only, if I can't live with you I don't want to live at all."

"Never say that, Christine, in thirty of forty years you will have to live without me, but not completely, I will always be there inside your heart. I will always watch over you, I will always love you."

Christine smiled into his shirt and stepped back a bit. She reached up, gently beginning to take his mask off but his hand stopped her. "I want to see you, Erik." She whispered, he paused and then let go of her, allowing her to proceed to take off the porcelain shell.

She succeeded and gently set it down on an end table. She then reached up, cupping his cheek lovingly and stroking over it with her thumb. He nearly backed away but her firm gaze drew him nearer. Before he thought it was fair he could no longer look at her face, for it had come in contact with the scarred flesh. He shivered and turned his face so he could press his lips to hers.

She returned his kiss, her hand coming down to his neck alongside her other one and she drew herself against him. His own hands came around her waist, she could feel how timid he still was about touching her. She pressed herself to him, showing him she liked to feel him against her.

Tears left his eyes at this beautiful gesture. He held onto her more tightly, ending the kiss after a short while, but staring into her eyes for an eternity before she spoke.

"I love you, Erik." Her voice was just above a whisper. He smiled at her, reaching up to brush his knuckles over her soft cheek.

"I love you, Christine." She blushed and yawned to her own dismay. He chuckled. "I believe, mademoiselle, that it is time for bed for you."

She sighed and nodded, knowing it was useless to try and argue. She kissed his cheek and he her forehead and she sulked sleepily into her room.


Authors notes- Ok CALM DOWN! LOL, she only fails temporarily, but Erik doesn't let her get away that easily, he gets to fight for her! Be patient! I'm doing me best. And besides, I think watching Erik kill Raoul slowly and painfully will be quite interesting, don't you? I might have to boost the rating for the next few chapters will be very gruesome! Hope no one has a weak stomach, though I'll warn you all, you can skip those paragraphs to the lovey dovey stuff.