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Chapter Five
Apparent Changes
Christine's night was free of the dark dreams that had haunted her for so long.
Erik's night on the other hand was plagued by the images of Christine and that damnable Raoul together as they ran through his mind, refusing to leave him be. He tossed and turned in his confined space; sweat gathered on his upper lip as he fought to the anger that burst forth at the very thought of his Christine in the arms of another. He willed his body to surrender to sweet slumber. He finally succeeded, only to be tortured further in his sleep.
Morning came too quickly for Christine. When her eyes opened she found herself in a strange bed. Confused, she called out for the only one she knew. "Raoul!" As Erik ran into her room, all memories of last night flooded back to her. She cringed as she realized what she had done. "Erik!" she said to his disheveled form, "I didn't mean to call for him…I didn't know where I was, I was frightened."
Inhaling deeply, Erik simply shook his head. "No, it's fine. I thought he had come to take you away," he glanced down at his clothing and smiled timidly. He was dressed in only his robe, fashioned from black silk. "Forgive me for not knocking before I entered," He said and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door as he left.
Christine sighed with relief. She had expected him to be furious. His response had not been typical of the Erik she knew. The Erik she had come to resent for his violent tendencies. Stepping out of the bed, she placed her bare feet on the cold stone floor. With a shiver she ran towards her shoes that lay next to the door. Slipping them onto her feet she smiled once more as she realized he was changing. And all for her!
Letting herself out of the room, she wandered around his expansive home until she found him, cooking breakfast, singing to himself as he stirred the eggs. "You didn't have to cook for me." She kissed his cheek in thanks.
"If it means you that will kiss me then I am all too willing to cook for you."
"Why thank you." She said, kissing his textured cheek once more.
"You must eat a good breakfast if you are to venture out into town today. I do not want you famished while you shop."
"You spoil me Erik."
"It's my pleasure to do so. Now go sit and I will serve you."
She obeyed, sitting in a small push chair that sat in front of a wooden table that was richly decorated with candles and intricately woven place mats. A steaming hot plate full of eggs, seasoned potatoes, and a small sugary pastry was placed in front of her. "This looks delicious," she said with wide eyes. She had not seen such a plentitude of food in quite a while. Picking up her fork she daintily began to eat.
Watching her with a humored expression playing on his face, Erik's eyebrows knitted together as he noticed how elegantly she was eating. "Are you not hungry Christine?" he asked, the concern evident on his face.
"I am," she responded simply.
"Well then, why don't you eat faster?"
"In your presence?" she scoffed. She had never heard of such a thing as eating feverishly in front of a man. During the first year of her marriage to Raoul she had attended many formal dinner parties and with those parties came the knowledge of how to eat properly in another's company.
"Yes. I do not care how you eat. You must be starved for you had no dinner last night. Please, do me a favor and eat as if I were not here."
She nodded and hesitantly began to eat faster. Her fork carried more food to her lips with one movement than ever before. Yet she still managed to be feminine and polite, Erik mused. Lowering his gaze from her he focused on the large novel he was in the process of reading.
