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A/N: I LOVE ALL MY REVIEWERS! MUAH! And yes, I realize I took Christine and twisted her into something more…workable, sorry if that bothers any of you! Hmmm…low PG-13 for 'make-up' romance.
Mademoiselle PIt's wasn't time for them to have a moment. Erik's gotten his feelings out; hopefully things will calm down a bit after they've both had a bit of a rest. What violence should I put in?
A.k. Anonymous: Oh no, she wouldn't pack up and leave, where would she go? Everything's going to be –alright- during this chapter.
Takada SaikoI'm very ecstatic that I make you happy. Making people happy is quite fun!
Tracy137Yes, he's very frustrated. I'll make Christine go back to her no spine thing and forgive him or something in this chapter. I love happy endings too!
LostSchizophrenicYey! I'm great. I will never believe this…hehe
Neo-lover72: Oh? Is that good or bad? That's all I get? Oh?
Chapter Eleven
Forgive Me
"Angel, I hear you. Speak, I listen. Stay by my side. Guide me. Angel, my soul was weak; forgive me." Erik's sensuous voice came tentatively from behind Christine's locked door. Night had slowly turned to daybreak and yet Christine still lay in her bed, her eyes wet with unshed tears. She couldn't face him yet, not after what he had done; even still, her heart went out to the poor, angst-ridden man pleading for her forgiveness.
The aroma of steaming, sugary pastries invaded her nose, stirring her empty stomach. She hadn't eaten for hours, not since breakfast yesterday. Reluctantly Christine unlocked the door, stepping away from the stream of sunlight that filtered in through the entrance way. She was puzzled, they were stories below ground, how did light manage to sneak in? Erik's form was bathed in the golden light as he walked towards her, the epitome of an Angel in appearance.
"Christine-"
Quick as a wink, the tray was ripped from his hands and the mahogany wood door slammed in his face.
Safely behind the door, Christine began to speak, her head resting against the back of the door, the tray of food shaking in her hands. "Erik, you nearly broke my wrists. I still have repulsive purple bruises all over them; now please let me eat in peace."
"You know nothing of repulsive."
The door opened again and Christine's angry face appeared before him. "Continue." She said plainly, staring him down with a cool gaze. For the first time in her life she felt as if she were grown.
He was shocked at the way she was speaking to him...like she was his
–Equal-. The words stuck in the back of this throat. With an irritated cough he freed them from their prison. "I said you know nothing of repulsive." He kept his voice dangerously cool, Christine could nearly feel the icicles forming on her eyelashes as his breath reached her face. "I have been a repulsive monster my whole life. Never before has a woman ever made me feel the way you have, not even Luciana." He winced as he mentioned her name; those memories had long since faded into blackness.
Christine's eyes clouded with confusion. "Luciana?"
He shook his head. "This girl, I knew her when I was no more than fifteen. Right now we're talking about our future not my past"
"I can't stay with you Erik, not if you hurt me again."
"Christine…I'm so sorry. May I see your bruises?" He tentatively reached out his hand. A sigh of relief left his lips as she gently placed her hand in his. It was quickly sucked back in as he gazed upon the damage that he had inflicted upon her. Tears shone in his eyes as he rubbed the discolored spots on her silky skin. "I never…I'm so sorry." His lips brushed against her hand, kissing away what he had done.
Christine frowned as sparks shot through her arm. "Erik, please-"
She was cut off as Erik placed kisses up her arm until he reached her neck. His lips traced circles down her jaw, his hands wrapped around her petite waist, closing the distance between their bodies.
She didn't fight him, although she was exasperated by the way her body reacted to his kiss. Waves of heat coursed through her nerves as his hands found her waist, moved slowly up to her heart. It beat wildly against his hand as he kissed her, his passion for her bottomless and permanent. She felt him press against her hips as he broke away from her mouth to utter a virtually inaudible moan. Sooner than she expected, he was back upon her, his tongue caressing her own.
Erik lost himself in the kiss, in the softness of her full curves. This time he had no doubts. Instead of picking her up, he took her hand in his and led her slowly to the bedroom, his eyes never leaving hers.
The dress fell to the floor, landing around Christine's bare ankles. She stood before him, nothing hiding her amazing beauty. It took all his will-power not to take her right there, on the lush carpeting. He slowly slipped out of his pants and brought his cotton shirt above his head, leaving his whole self bare. Christine didn't dare move; it was Erik who took the first steps towards her. He picked her up and placed her gently on her canopied bed, the black lace brushed gently against his bare skin. Her glorious hair was spread about on her pillow, covering the upper part of her chest. His hand pushed away the curls which covered her breasts until they were both bare. "You're so beautiful." He whispered as he dipped his head to kiss her heart. He claimed her minutes later with a flurry of soft whispered promises and heated passion.
