Encounter


AN- Danger, danger Red Robinson! Due to serious lack of reviews, this story is in danger of being removed. I will of course, email chaps to Jenny and other interested patrons. Please review and save it.


"J'ai soif." Christine mumbled as she strolled with Erik on the deck, his 'watchful tactic.' She had decided to accompany him since she was now frightened at the thought of being in her room alone, but regretted her decision now that the blazing sun was beating down on them. She fanned herself, looking at him, where even in his black attire not one bead of sweat rolled from his forehead.

"All right, dear. Things look fine, let's get something to drink." He possessively took her hand and guided her to a small café like area of the deck, were he helped her sit. A man soon came in his black waistcoat and crisp white dress-shirt. He grinned at them.

"What can I get you?"

"Ice water with lemon, please." She replied.

"You sir?"

"Wine would be fine, thank you."

"White red or zinfandel?"

"Red please."

The man nodded and went off, Erik smiled at Christine. "Darling, I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"Well," he started. "It seems our fine young friend didn't get onto the ship, and we can relax a bit more, for I highly doubt the boy would be clever enough to escape my eye. Perhaps since we are on a ship..."

Christine thought to herself what he would have finished with. We can try to have children now. "Yes, Erik?"

"Well, we did discuss.... Children..."

She blushed. "That we did." She paused as the waiter set her drink down, then Erik's. They thanked him and he went off to wait on another couple. "Erik, do you... Want to have a baby?"

"Well, darling. I think we've both waited long enough. That is of course, not if you do not want to."

"My love," Her voice held tears. "I would be honored to bear your child."

He smiled, looking to make sure no one had heard. "Then it is settled. This will be a long journey, Christine. I am sure we will find time."

"I do not understand, how can we reach Persia?"

"Well, we will have to go all around Africa, which we have been doing. We then cross up, go through the Arabian Sea and land in Jask. From there we shall travel to India."

She thought for a moment. "Why not go straight to India?"

"There is... Something, I must see to in Tehran."

"Oh," She looked idly into her glass. "Then it will be a while before we can..." she trailed off.

He laughed. "Mon amour, there certainly will be enough time before we dock for..." He adopted a rough, sneering voice, to add drama. "For me to impregnate you."

She laughed at his humor. Blushing furiously at the thought. "If you can."

He smiled. "I am sure that is no problem. I am quite healthy, cherié, do not worry."

Sighing Christine nodded and finished her drink, glad that things were working out for a change.


Raoul de Chagny cursed as he made his way away from the large home that had once occupied his beloved. The butler, luckily, spoke French and had told him they had left, but had refused to tell him where to.

He decided to go back to Paris and wait, he was sure they would not be so foolish as to stay away overlong. No, something would draw them back, and he would claim his bride when that happened. For his bride she would be, no mistakes made.

He found shelter in a nearby hotel, he had had the butler write him a note in Italian for the clerk so he could stay there a night and have the opportunity to bathe. He had also given him a note to take to the tailor for clothing.

Exhausted, he sank into the water of the tub, falling asleep. His dreams were invaded by images of his Christine, willingly giving herself to the monster. He could only watch as he touched what should be Raoul's, and she accepted it, touching him also. His mind shifted and now he saw her bearing his children, happily. Could it be true? Could Christine truly love this man that way?

He woke with a start, sweating and gasping for breath. No, she wasn't like that. She would never be, she had been forced into all of this. He would not stand by and watch her suffer, he was going to make that demon pay for taking her innocence. And he would make sure it was a damn bloody death, too! He would wait now, and soon enough, surely she would come.


Ok, tis all for now. Now, I am going to hold a vote. DO NOT VOTE IN REVIEWS! Email your votes to me with vote as the subject, christinedaaerre@operamail.com . The question is, should I make Christine barren? Majority will rule. Happy voting but still review to save it!!!!