His agility alarmed her tremendously, and a surprised gasp flew from her mouth. Erik let out a venomous laugh. Hastily, Erik grabbed her arms and pinned them roughly above her head. She was helpless against his amazing strength, but she struggled nevertheless. Erik maliciously grinned down upon her. Christine's eyes were wide with terror and shock. He had the advantage of superior height and strength, not to mention and ominous aura chilling all of those who saw him. She disgusted herself with the sudden urge to kiss him. The nearness of their bodies…It was unbearable. She shot out her leg in attempts to kick him (and dismiss the graphic images of the sweating bodies), but quite forcefully he pressed his taut thigh in between her thin dancers legs, restricting any further movement. Closer yet. Her emotions were truly in turmoil. She whimpered his name timidly and was sobbing with tremendous force.

Ignoring her pitiful pleas and sobs, Erik spat with anger stitched in every syllable, "Why do you do this to me Christine? Do you enjoy causing me suffering? Every action I make is for you! Why can't you return my Goddamn love? What does your precious Viscount offer you? I offer you everything and more, my music, my soul, my fucking love!" By the end of his rant, Erik was nearly screaming. Christine stared into his steely gaze with indefinable emotions flickering in her eyes.

"Please! Just let me go Erik, please!" Christine cried.

"Right, of course, so you can return to that boy!" Erik yelled, lost in the frenzy of anger. Christine gave a final attempt to break free from his vice like grip. She jerked her hips and tried with all the strength she had left to push him away. His cool relaxed voice sadistically whispered, "Some men, my sweet Christine, would take that as an open invitation." Christine's face flushed in shame when she realized the intimate friction she had been creating between their groins. Then, it happened. Poor Christine gave up. No more whimpering, no more pitiful tears.

She met his fiery greenish blue orbs directly, and in a barley audible voice, said, "You are hurting me, Erik." The fear and innocence in her broken voice brought Erik flooding back to his senses. He released her gently, retracting his leg and dropping her wrists. Her lower lip trembled profusely, but she dared not make a noise.

"Oh God Christine…My dear, sweet Christine. Please forgive me…Please I am so sorry…What is wrong with me? Oh God I am a monster…Just like they all say. It is all true Christine; I am the child of Hell." Erik incoherently cried. He was shaking with the power of his heaving sobs. Christine gave him a somber and weary smile. She lifted her hand to wipe away his tears, to show him that he was forgiven. Angels are always forgiven, no? Before she reached his cheek, his hand shot up and stopped her. She squeaked at the painful pressure applied to her bruised wrists. Another reminder of what a demon I am! Erik silently yelled.

"I am truly sorry Christine, but leave me." Erik firmly asked.

"But Erik, I-"

"NOW!" Erik demanded forcefully. Christine practically ran from him, and back to the safety of her flat. He hadn't let her finish though. Although she wasn't sure of what she would've said, she wanted to say, "But Erik, I love you."