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"And in the moonlight his gloved hand was elusively normal; it looked warm and strong and quite curiously reassuring, the hand not of a monster and murderer, but of a gentle, loving man, who waited with infinite patience for one little sign of hope...."

- Christine


The Time I've lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
The light that lies
In women's eyes
Has been my heart's undoing.
Thomas Moore


Magical Lovely, by Winterrose46


Chapter Five: Broken


Wife? He would not take just any women. She knew that. But could she truly bring herself to marry a man she did not love. She knew she could not, would not, promise to love him. She saw that his heart was true and pure. But love, was so much more. Could she truly give it to him? Did he want it?

Or was his obsession only towards Christine? The man was a mystery, even to her. She sighed and walked over to the cushioned bed. She took one of her bags from the side of the bed, where they had been placed, after Christine and she switched rooms.

Her night gown came out smoothly from the unzipped bag. She laid it on the bed, and reached for the ribbons of her gown. But as she glanced toward the mirror her hands stopped. A questioning look on her face.

"I really don't feel like checking weather your over there," she said "so if you are, then turn around while I change."

After a moment she undid all the strings, lace, and buttons on her dress and stepped into the night gown. The silk felt wonderful on her skin. Although not many people would guess it, she had an obsession, a love of silk.

The way it spilled color and felt, simply fascinated her. She smiled thinking of the unseen silk clothes she wore under her gowns.

Her eyes darkened as she remembered the true treason she had to wore the beautiful material. It constrained her powers. The powers that not even her mother had. The powers that she sometimes hated. And sometimes adored. Powers of the Phoenix.

Sighing she sat on the bed. She thought back to the night, when he had given her the elixir in the black vile. It was then that her powers raged. She had felt the presence of another magical force. So, as if to protect its mistress, the Phoenix inside her tried to rebel. To challenge the new force. Had she been awake, she would have easily subdued the feelings that were provoked. But in sleep, she had less control over herself.

When she was a child her mother had found the way to shield her powers. And Serenity discovered her love of silk.

As the material slid over her each movement, the Phoenix in her body sighed in pleasure.

Glancing toward the mirror, she sighed, once more. Was he there, watching her? She did not have the inclination to search for his presence. It would be a simple task, but required her to disturb the peacefulness that settled over her. So, instead, she walked over to the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her.

Silver hair flowed in blissful locks to her knees. Her eyes shone in the moon light. The gown she wore revealed her right leg in a long slit to her thigh. The white shimmered spilling color. She looked like a sorceress, a goddess.

He had turned when she had asked him to. Only a second ago he dared turn around. Only to be greeted with her beautiful figure. Her had came up and she searched for the lever he knew she would soon find. He slowly retreated, backing into the shadows, yet unable to take his eyes off her.

Thinking quickly he said,

"As she enters here,

Let me be to her, unseen!"

From the first night he met the woman, he knew she had extraordinary power, but he hoped she wouldn't take the effort of checking whether or not there was someone in the stone hall.

When she glass opened she looked around, and did not see him, as he hid in the shadows in caution. Yawning she closed the pathway to his underground lair and walked to her bed. Shortly after falling into a deep sleep.

He watched until he was sure she slept. Then he soundlessly slipped out of the tunnel and walked out of the room.

He had made sure to know the room Christine had taken. Slipping his skeleton key out of his pocket he entered a room that was beautifully decorated. The door closed with a sharp clap.

Walking to her bed, he meant to take her to his home…And forever keep her away from the man that captured her heart.

He was going to kidnap Christine Daae.