The frail figure of Christine Daae leaned against my doorway. My eyes glanced at her chest and then to her eyes, "Erik?" she asked, I let out a cough "Yes Christine I am here" She stepped forward, her hands out in front of her so she could make her way around in the darkness. I reached out and caught them, Christine sucked in a deep breath as my cold hands touched her warm ones. "Erik…Erik" She whispered…I ran my hands through her soft curls "Yes, Christine speak to me." I murmured "I need you" she replied. Christine had innocence and I wanted to take it from her.
I awoke in a cold sweat….Had it been a dream or was it real, I looked around my room to find evidence of her midnight visit….Nothing. How many a nights had this happened to me? Sitting upright in my bed I raked my hands through my hair and sighed. This was more then I could take…..It needed to end. Getting out of the covers I walked towards my precious, my one true love, my organ. Taking a seat at the majestic creature, I let my fingers dance along the keys. A sweet and yet painful melody came through the top pipes.
I closed my eyes and let the music take flight, it seemed almost second nature to just be able to listen to the notes and know where the next one would come from.15 mins had passed when I let the notes drift away softly. Closing the music book in front of me I paused and finally stood. Tonight would be the night I took her innocence in one motion.
Christine stood at her vanity, brushing the soft hair of which was given to her by her mother. As far as I could tell she did not notice my presence. I moved around the mirror and into her room swiftly so she would not be able to see me. Stopping abruptly in the shadows I could still see her brushing her hair in great strokes. "Christine…" I called softly. She set her brush down and walked to the mirror, gazing in she looked for me. Silly child, "Christine…" I called once more. "Angel I cannot see you" she shifted her position to get a better look into the mirror "Where are you?", I smiled, deciding I should play a trick on her, stepping forward quietly I placed my hands over her eyes gently "Now you cannot see me." She giggled "Oh Erik", I twirled her around with a flick of my wrist and her gaze met mine "You have beautiful eyes Christine" Blushing she closed them "My eyes are mine to gaze into Monsieur" Her coyness intrigued me, bending down I placed a soft kiss on her lips, "You are mine" my voice was deep and cold, She gasped as I hissed down her neck. My hands crept to her back to untie her dress, but her hands caught mine "Erik, not now…" Startled I stepped back "Why?" Christine cast her eyes down "I… I just cant Erik…please?" Furious with her I managed a hollow laugh "Answer me Christine…..Why?" She tried to move away but I caught her sharply on the wrist, Christine stiffened "Unhand me Erik" Raising a brow I gripped harder "No I will not…you belong to me" She tired to move again but I just whipped her back into my chest and held her there tightly. "Let me go!" she struggled "Try not to argue Christine." I spoke softly to her to get her to calm down. "Erik…Erik" she mumbled into me, Lifting my hands from her wrist I placed them through her hair and she just kept mumbling mindlessly. I could tell I had been to rough with her and she was shaking under my grip. Releasing her I could see she was frightened of me "Christine please I shouldn't have done that" I stepped towards and tried to touch her cheek but she backed away "You're right Erik you shouldn't have, but now I want to." She spoke softly, taken aback by her proposal I coughed "But surely you are wrong" stepping towards me she laughed "oh but Erik you know you want me to" trailing her hand down my chest she jerked my waistband. What was this sudden change of moods between the two of them? "Christine? Are you okay?" I began to wonder if I had jerked her to hard, she just shook her head "I'm fine, but I am feeling very weak, catch me Erik" she fell back onto my chest, catching her gently against me I looked down at her. Christine's soft angelic like features were at ease, she had fallen asleep. Gazing around the room I found the source of her delirious, a empty bottle of gin lay on her vanity. Shaking my head I ran my hand through her soft hair, she knew better than to drink, yet she did it anyway. Lifting her up, she fell limp in my arms. I looked around once more to find a place to lay my sleeping Angel, finding none I heaved her over my shoulder and crept through the mirror.
