Hello there. I was bored again today, and finished my online class, so I figured I would update.
Well, Erik'sDarkLullaby and Kagome1514 left quite nice reveiws. I got a few that were slightly puzzling, but damn it people, I am only human.Now, to answer you back.
Erik'sDarkLullaby: Again, your review made me slightly weepy! Thank you for reading Toujours Pur, as well. I didn't know if you would like it, so I was being modest till I could get it working!Yay! Nightmare before christmas! Maybe we could do a pic like that one day. Erik in the costume..Very Grr. And Christine in the patchy outfi1, looking all wide eyed. Sexy. I hope you can hijack another laptop soon, as your reviews really inspire me!
Kagome1514: I know, alot of people don't like the Nadir and Christine interaction. But really, if I decide to get them together, I hope you will all understand. It isn't in the plan right now, considering it is an E/C fic.Sorry, but betas.. I tried one once and it didn't work out well. I am kinda hesitant to take up another. Plus, I am really shy. I would need a volunteer.I didn't mean your Inu fics! Yours mesmerize me really! I hope I didn't offend.
Ripper De La Blackstaff: Nadir will most definitely get either a verbal assault or a physical one. I appreiciate your review!
GiGi: If you don't like the story, don't read it. My story makes perfect sense. And, I am sorry, but here is a news flash for you. The Phantom of the Opera isn't some little Tragic Romance. It is a story of betrayal, lust, fixation, and angst. I am following the thread perfectly. Maybe it is you who doesn't quite get it. As a friend of mine told me not too long ago "Life is not filled with rainbows and prancing ponies." Thank you for your review.
Kazakichick: Yes, it does seem to make you feel better, doesn't it? It's almost like when a friend or relative tells you about how miserable you are, and your first thought is Thank god the wasn't me! I appreicaite your esteem.
The Century Child: Yay! Yep, the song is beautiful. I have to save it until Christine .. well youll see. :grins:
Erik'sTrueAngel: You will find out who Christines rapist is. Maybe. I don't know yet. And it wasn't just a kiss, lol. I figured I would let Christine have a little wanted experience. After all, I wouldn't throw a virgin at Erik ever! Lol. I am such a bitch.
BelacaniOnTheRez: Thank you! I am glad you like it! Sometimes simple phrases make you feel so good.
Paige: Yes, Raoul is a little bastard, lol. If It fit into the story, I really would kill him. Look on the bright side though, he got stabbed..
Poor Christine. Really Nadir, a dingy hall closet? Such is life, I suppose..
"..All men would be tyrants, if they could..."-Abigail Adams
She made her way to the bus, Meg making sure she didn't fall down the steep stairs as they got on.She was supposed to have Erik drive her there, but he had been colder then usual, the past week. He had refused to give her a lift to the Giry home, saying he had better things to do then Chauffer a silly girl.
They sat next to each other, occasionally speaking, but mostly just enjoying the quiet. Meg turned to her so swiftly the hair almost hit her, and begain to speak. " Christine, I'm sorry for not speaking to you for so long. I mean.. After the accident I wanted to speak to you. Oh god, that sounds so stupid. What I mean is, I have always wanted to talk to you, but I didn't have the nerve. You were always so rude to everyone, not that they deserved anything less, with the way they treated you."
Christine didn't let her startled expression show, instead choosing to change the topic." You know, those two girls who always stared at you in math? Yvonne and Bianca? They are anorexic. And they are a couple, if you didn't know"
"No! You can't be serious! They have boyfriends!"
The girls chatted from there on in, allowing a happy atmosphere surround them. It made Christine feel a little more normal, just talking to another female. Sure, Erik and she had their little dramas, but she did crave a little companionship outside of arguement once in a while. Besides, since her mother died, she hadn't been close to anyone.
She let Meg take her hand as they slowly got off the mobile twinkie. Maybe this is what she needed, a little bit of contact. Outside of her and Nadir's little sessions. Ever since that day, they had been meeting in the closet, doing their business, and leaving. No speaking, no extra touches.
Meg lead her to the door, opening it with a loud manner she hadn't often seen the girl show.She giggled, yanking Christine into the kitchen. Or what must have been a kitchen. The smell of percolated coffee gave it away, after all.
"Let's go to my room, after all, mom isn't gonna be home for awhile. Want something to eat?"
Christine shook her head, laughing as Meg made grunting noises. She could feel the girls feet striking the floor. "Trying to get something? Here."
Christine felt Meg's outstretched arm, following it until she brushed past, gripping a noisy abg. She handed them to the blonde, before smiling. "Chips? What kind?"
"You.. but.. your blind."
The one sentence shocked Christine into silence. She frowned, before turning her back on the girl.Her voice came out like ground glass." That doesn't mean I need pity. Unlike some people, I don't let bad luck ruin me. Being blind doesn't mean I can't get around when I want."
Christine tried to find the doorknob, flinching when Meg's hand wrapped around her own. "Please don't leave! I didn't mean it like that. It's just amazing that you can do these things. I mean..If it was me, I wouldn't be able to get past it."
Christine decided to drop it, taking the girls hand and letting her lead the way. They reached a hallway, christine knew, as she took her hand, running her fingers over the solid mass. Meg opened the door, letting Christine go in before her. Christine took a seat at the bed, Meg guiding her to it. It was nice to be coddled, once in a while.
"Would you describe it for me?"
Meg knew that Christine wanted, and answered . She knew it took all of the girls courage to swallow her pride and ask. "It's light pink. Dark wood furniture. The bed is a four poster. Does it feel comfortable to you, or would you prefer the living room? Cause if you do we cou-"
"It is fine Meg. It is comfortable. Besides it smells nice. Since that is my predominant sense, I happen to think this room is very comfy." She laid back on the bed, first feeling to make sure she was sitting on it correctly enough for such an action. If she could have seen Meg's face, it was a look of curiosity.
"Can I ask what it smells like?" Christine laughed, before turning in the direction of the girls voice. Her dark curls fell in front of her, giving Meg a perfect view of the tops of her breasts. Meg thought she felt a slight stirring within her, but shrugged it off. She was jealous, hers were slightly smaller.
" You smell like Orange blossoms. But your room smells more like pumpkin seeds."
They talked for a while, before eating a light dinner. Meg was about to clear the table when Christine pulled something from her pocket. It waasn't wrapped. A small purple jewelry box rested in her hand. "Happy Birthday."
Meg reached for it, opening the top slowly. Inside where orange citrine earrings. They were shaped like blossoms, tiny flower petals floating up from the base.There were three tiny posts on the backs. She had known Meg had three ear peircings, which were close together. She felt guilty then, about what she was going to have to do.
"Thank you Christine. They are great!" She put them in, feeling extremely elegant. They spoke until late into the nigth, Mrs. Giry calling to tell them she wouldn't be home till the next day.
Christine awoke to the heat of the sun on her face. She could smell dew as well. Odd. She reached up a hand to rub her eyes. Since they were dry most of the time, they were always fuzzy feeling when she woke, regardless of vision or not. She was cold, so she reached down to pull the covers back up.
When her hands met sticky flesh, she felt a cold calm settle in her. She breathed in deeply. She was outside. Ouside naked. Outside, naked, and covered in what appeared to be glue and something soft. Probably feathers.
A ringing noise startled her, as she grabbed for the noise. She struck true, and felt the cell phone someone had placed on the cold cement. She flipped it open, holding it far enough from her ear so that it wouldn't get covered in muck.
"Who is this?"
" Hey freak. It's nice to know you finally woke up. After all it is almost noon."
Her brows creased, before she shreiked into the phone."Who the fuck is this!"
She heard laughter. That fucking bitch.Or bastard.
"You probably know by now that little Meggy set you up. And you thought you had a friend. Well, I suggest you stay where you are. It might be thought of as an artistic statemnt, a naked slut covered in scars and purple feathers. Not that you care about the color. Hope you like the trim, by the way."
When the line went dead, Christine shorted out her furious deadly thoughts. Trim? What trim?
She felt along her arms and legs. No hair. Not even a little fuzz. SHe touched her face. No eyebrows.. Her crotch. No hair..
She tentatively reached out, grasping her scalp. Someone had hacked off her beautiful curls. She had a small amount of hair, the bottom half of her head shaved down, so her hair would look boyish. She couldn't even appreiciate the fact that it wasn't all gone. It was worse then rape. Worse then the humiliation of having someone lead her around like a pet.
She remembered then. Right before they had went to bed, Meg had offered a small glass of wine, to celebrate the birthday. They had gulped it down, before retiring for the night. The little bitch had poisoned her! She had set her up, and let somebody do this to her.
She felt so humiliated. She wondered who it was, who would do soemthing like this to her. She wondered who had touched her, if they had enjoyed themselves.If they had raped her.She honestly didn't care.
Two hours later, Raoul Chagny found her there. Covered in feathers, dried glue. She was staring off, those blank eyes making him feel so much guilt. He was a dick, but he also didn't think the girl deserved it. She had a cell clutched in her hand. For some reason, nobody had reported here. It was a small park after all.
He approached her quickly, not touching her though. Last time he had it hadn't gone too well for him. "Christine. Are you alright?"
She turned those sad eyes up at him, her lack of hair really scaring him. "No Raoul. I'm not"
He picked his cell from a pocket, dialing quickly.
"Phillipe? Yeah, do you think you could find the number of an Erik Bathory for me? Yes it's important. Cause the girl he takes care of is fucking naked in the park! Thanks." He dailed the number his brother had given, wincign when a low, almost cliche; sinister voice answered.
"Bathory"
"Uh. Can you get to Cherry Down Park? It's an emergency"
"Who is this"
"Raoul Chagny. "
"If you touched her I will fucking tear your head off and piss on your ashes! Do you hear me! They won't be able to find you ever"
"Hey you fucking nutball, I just found her here. So hurry the fuck up before I end the mercy mission and leave her for the birds!"
He slammed the phone shut, tucking it away. He puled off his overshirt, his favorite American Eagle shirt, and quickly dressed Christine in it. She wouldn't use her own limbs, so it was akward. When finished he sighed. Now it was only a matter of waiting.
Erik was astonished when he saw them. Christine was wearing a long yellow shirt, obviously the idiots'. Said idiot was sitting on the bench, straight backed and tense. He was wearing only an A-shirt and a piar of baggy jeans. So baggy that Erik could easily fashion a noose out of them.
Raoul bolted up when Erik appeared. He had seen the man in court, and remembered the strange mask. He was pushed back down, as Erik stooped above him." Tell me what happened."
"I told you, I was walking over to a friends. I saw her just fucking sitting there, naked, looking like someone popped a damn sleeper in her drink. I asked her if she was fine, and eh just said no! Then I was nice enough to call you, you fucking psycho. I gave her my shirt and waited. now I think I will be leaving. Fucking soap opera, this is!"
Erik let the boy stand and start to walk away, before speaking. " You should still feel guilty you know. This doesn't make up for anything."
Raoul watched the man lift Christine effortlessly. He took one step, then other. He stopped, turning back. " I know."
Then, without a second thought, Chagny walked away.
Erik finished cleaning the rest of the substance from Christine. The girl didn't speak, and neither did he. Silence was best, considering every time he opened his mouth, she rebelled. If only she knew. If she knew what seeing her like this was doing to him. She was perfect, scars, no eyebrows and all.
He drained the tub, pullingher to her feet. He rubbed her lotion into her skin, trying desperately not to lose his composure.Regardless of his sexual feelings, she was in a extremely delicate state. he should not have assumed the Giry girl was friendly. He had been an idiot, and she had suffered for it.
He knew about her little trysts with the principal, deigning it a dead subject between them. He had a surprise for the man, and it would come all too soon. He put the lavander vial down, titling her head at an angle, and applying her medicinal eyedrops. Selecting a slightly revealing silk nightgown, he dressed her. He dared not give the girl undergarments. After all, getting anywhere near those regions of the body would be his undoing.
He lifted her into his arms again, travelling to the music room. Placing her in a soft fluffly chair, he sat down. It was time to sing, not to speak. He picked out a song he had written for her.
Reedeemer. If only the girl knew the truth behind the lyrics.
"Walking,
Waiting,
Alone without a care.
Hoping,
And hating.
Things that I can't bear.
Did you think it's right?
To walk right up,
To take my life And fuck it up.
Well did you?
Well did you?
I see hell in your eyes Taken in by surprise.
Touching you makes me feel alive.
Touching you makes me die inside."
Christine heard something. What was it? It sounded so beautiful. The sound of Bathory's voice filled her, easing none of the wounds in her. But it was a dark, delicious song. She fell for the bait of his trap, her eyes showing a small amount of lust in them. Lust and life.
"Walking, Waiting.
Alone without a care.
Hoping,
And hating.
Things that I can't bear.
Did you think it's cool?
To walk right up,
To take my life And fuck it up!
Well did you?"
Christine let the hatred , the pain, and the burning need fill her voice, as she joined her voice with his. It was too perfect. A union of high and low, between the flames of hell and the dark of night.
"I hate you!
I see hell in your eyes,
Taken in by surprise.
And touching you makes me feel alive!
Touching you makes me die inside."
She approached him for the first time, her lips mimicking his words. She knew what he was about to sing beforeshe even belted the words. they stood, locked in a battle with each other. Erik knew now why they hadn't made any progress. She needed someone to cling to. Someone to know she wasn't worthless.
"I've slept so long without you It's tearing me apart too.
How'd it get this far?
Playing games with this old heart.
I've killed a million petty souls .
But I couldn't kill you."
Erik let his arm glide toward her, ever so slowly. When his fingertips touched burning skin, hot under her sheer nightclothes, he felt something tug within him. She felt whispered of his hot breath against her cheek, his lips ghosting across the pulse of her neck.
"I've slept so long without you!
I see hell in your eyes.
Taken in by surprise .
Touching you makes me feel alive!
Touching you makes me die inside."
She closed her eyes, a murmur of plasure escaping her, as those lips crashed into her own, like the waved hitting the shore. And it erased all hesitancy. It was almost like being struck by lightning.Pure energy sizzling through her. His hand drifted to her hair, to stroke those soft curls.
She remembered herself then. Pushing him away, she whiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. She didn't have her cane, but she wasn't trying to leave. She brought herself to her senses, strode up to his still form, still breathing rather heavily.
Erik felt the blazing loss he hadgrown accustomed to long ago. What he didn't expect was the slap that landed lopsidedly against his cheeck, knocking his immaculate white mask from him. With a yell like thunder, she felt her head strike something, as he shoved her violently.
" How dare you! I give you the gift of my music, of my darkness, and you still deny me! How dare you remove this!"
She heard him scurrying for the mask, deep hurt cutting her features. " Why does it matter to you"
The noises died off, suggesting to her that he had regained his composure."What did you say?"
"I asked why, Erik. You dn't have to wear that thing around me, it isn't like I can see what's wrong with your face. Why do you care? Or is it like seeing? A security blanket, something you can't forget. You where my security blanket too , you know. I thought you hated me, but put up with my attitude because you cared. I trusted you. "
She stood, ignoring the knot on the back of her head. she felt her way to the door, opening it, and stepping into the long hall. She had her eyes downcast, and her vioce broke, as she left him with words to shame him. To shame him like he had shamed Raoul.
" But your just like everyone else."
He didn't hear the door close, or hear her run from the house. He, Erik, had never been compared to the rest of the human race before. Ever.
And, for the first time in his miserable existence, he wished he wasn't .
She waited at the end of the driveway, until the cab she had called pulled up. She used their services to get to doctors appointments when Erik was away. He had a tab with them, and she used it to her advantage. She asked the driver to drop her off somewhere. When they pulled up, she smiled, slamming the door. She would never forget this house.
Opening the door, she climbed the steps. opening the cleear door, she entered the top room of the old, abandoned house. She opened the window then, groaning in pain when she bashed her knees against the sill. She climbed out onto the sqaure roof, till she found the edge. She knelt down, letting her feet dangle over the edge.
Her old house. The house her mother had lived in. The house her father had lived in. The house she had been beaten and raped in. The house where her father had murdered her mother. The house where her mother had committed suicide. Her father hadn't liked the fact that mother had a lover. He liked it even less when he found out what the bastard was doing to Christine, when mother was asleep.
She decided to sing for them, the parents she loved and hated. To sing a song of sorrow.
"The stars will cry
The blackest tears tonight.
And this is the moment that I live for, I can smell the ocean air.
And here I am,
Pouring my heart onto these rooftops .
Just a ghost to the world .
That's exactly
Exactly what I need.
From up here the city lights burn ,
Like a thousand miles of fire .
And I'm here to sing this anthem
Of our dying day.
For a second I wish the tide
Would swallow every inch of this city
As you gasp for air tonight.
I'd scream this song right in your face If you were here .
I swear I won't miss a beat .
Cause I never Never have before.
From up here the city lights burn,
Like a thousand miles of fire.
And I'm here to sing this anthem
Of our dying day.
Of our dying day ..
Of our dying day .
Of our dying!
For a second I wish the tide
Would swallow every inch of this city
And you gasp for air tonight!
From up here the city lights burn
Like a thousand miles of fire.
And I'm here to sing this anthem
Of our dying day.
Our dying day ."
She opened her eyes, still seeing the empty twilight. The darkness of her dreams. She stood on the ledge. Spreading her arms wind open, she jumped.
She hit the grass rolling. It was exactly as she remembered. She had taken to jumping from her low roof when she was young. She called the taxi company back, and snuck into her room. Her room at Eric's house.
She didn't speak, on the ride to the school. He actually turned on some classical. She left him there, wthout a word. He seemed to be thinking. She exited the car.
Sometimes, words just didn't fix anything.
She felt Nadir shove her into the closet, ripping at her clothes. She felt his hnad sflicker, touching her breast, touching without reverence. Instead, he seemed to rush it, wanting to get it over with. She didn't care. The warmth was all that mattered. The sweet feeling of being complete.
Nadir was touching her. Tasting her. But every touch, every caress, every thought. It was all his wife. She was there, and if he clenched his eyes closed tightly, he could almost hear the sound of her voice. All of that was driven from his mind, however, when the harsh lightbulb string was pulled.
Nadir looked up, to see Erik Bathory, outlined in harsh yellow. His mask was gone, and the sadistic grin on his face made Nadir want to run for the nearest exit. Amber and Jade locked, as Chistine was left puzzled.
" I believe you have some explaining to do."
Hahahha! Left ya hanging! Read and Reveiw! Is Nadir in for a beating? Find out next time!