Sweet Intoxication

Chapter Two: Memories and Realizations

Disclaimer: I own the Phantom of the Opera! And I also play Christine on Broadway! And I played her in the movie! And- oh wait, I'm just daydreaming again. I don't really own the Phantom of the Opera !

Christine awoke the next morning feeling extremely groggy and sick. She looked around, expecting to see the familiar walls of the ballet corps and Meg stirring in the bed beside hers. Madame Giry should have come in already, scolding the girls for not waking up yet. Slowly, Christine began to realize she wasn't in her bed in the ballet corps. She was in a much bigger bed in an unfamiliar room. There were candles all around and sheets of music scattered everywhere. Slowly, she sat up, and her head exploded with pain. She looked around and saw paintings and pictures and small figurines of herself everywhere.

Suddenly, all the events of the past night came flooding back to her. That man had led her in here. They had lain on the bed hugging each other, never wanting to let go. She had touched him, let her melt into his arms, his sweet embrace. He, in turn, had slowly caressed her. He murmured her sweet name on his lips. He touched her hair, let his hand slide down her back, feeling the lacings of her corset beneath her silk nightgown. He began to undo the tight lacings, freeing her body of its restrictions.

She slowly began to unbutton his shirt. He stroked her snow white skin, and she began to gently, yet passionately kiss him. Suddenly, Rauol's face burst its way into her mind. What would he think of his innocent "Little Lottie" lying here in a bed, kissing some half-naked man she hardly even knew? She was getting extremely close to the point of losing her virginity to some man whose name she didn't even know. Gently, she began to push herself away from him, resisting his touch.

He noticed she had begun to resist him. He wanted to make love to her so badly it brought tears to his eyes, but he let her go. She turned to the other side of the bed, and asked him something.

"Angel?"

"Yes, Christine? What's the matter?"

"What is your name?"

"Erik" he swiftly replied. "You may call me Erik."

"Erik" she said, tasting the name on her tongue as if it were a sweet pastry. He shuddered, hearing this sweet, pure girl say his horrid name on her sweet lips. But, at the same time, it sounded so nice to hear his name said so kindly and lovingly. Erik rose, walked out to his study and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses." To help you relax" he said. Christine drank half the bottle. That must have been what was causing this horrible headache. Or it could have been the fact that she and Erik had stayed up untill 3:30 A.M. singing and talking. When the wine and conversation was finished, Eric rose and left. Christine had then crawled into bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Christine got up and walked out of the bedroom. Eric was at his desk, singing to himself and writing something. Christine came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder lightly. " Eric" she began. He turned around and looked at her, clearly startled. "It's been a pleasure, truly, but don't you think we should return upstairs now?" she asked

" Christine" he sighed. This was not going to be easy. " We can't return today" he said.

" Well" said Christine, sitting down in an armchair "we shouldn't wait too much longer. People will begin to worry."

"Christine, you misunderstood me. We're never leaving. Never" he said

"What? How can you do this?' Christine said, bolting up. Panic began to rise inside her. She ran over to him. " You absolutley cannot be serious!"

"Yes, I'm afraid I can, Christine" he said, turning to face her.

"What do you mean? I can't stay down here! What about the Opera House? And Meg? And Rauol? I CAN'T stay down here!" she said, almost hysterical.

Eric stood up, towering far over her "I'm sorry Christine. You're mine. You belong to me." he said.

"No!" Christine said She started to run towards the gate at the end of the lake. In two quick strides, Erik caught up to her and grabbed her, forcing her back up onto to the land. She kicked and struggled, but he held her tightly, and she stopped. He pushed her into his room. " Change out of that wet nightgown. There are several dresses in there you can change into." He shut the door, trying to shut out the sound of her sobbing, and desperatly trying to shut out the feeling of heartache and shame in his soul.

Authors Note: Hey readers! Sorry if I made Christine too aggressive in this chapter. I just hate how she acts so much like a damsel in distress in the movie and tried to change it a little in my story. I'll try to tone it down in the next chapter if it's too much, so let me know! Please, read and review, review, review! Thanks!