Sweet Intoxication

Chapter Six: Intimate Betrayal

Author's Note: Hello everyone! Hope you liked the prvious chapter. Please, read this and REVIEW! (Haven't I made my desire for reviews about my story clear already?) Sheesh! (Just kidding :)

Disclaimer: Would you believe I was alive 200 years ago and I GAVE Gaston Leroux MY VERSION of Phantom of the Opera because I owned it and he wrote it down under his name and ALW made a musical and a movie off of it? O.K., so I really don't own The Phantom of the Opera.

Erik woke up, feeling very lazy and tired. He rolled over, expecting to bump into Christine, but her side of the bed was suprisingly empty. Oh well, she must have already waken up. He hoped she had eaten the few things he had gotten last night from the kitchen for her. He got out of bed, tried to smooth his messy hair down, put on a low poet-style shirt, and stepped out to the main room. "Christine?" he called. No answer "Christine, where are you?" he called. Still no answer. He began to worry. Where was she? Was she hurt? What if she was unconcious and couldn't hear him? He went around to all the rooms in the lair, calling her name, and even checked all the secret passage ways. She wasn't anywhere to be found. Suddenly, Erik noticed somthing odd. The gate to the lake had been left open.

He walked over and inspected it. This was odd. Erik never left this open, and Christine had no clue how to work this device. On closer inspection, he found out that someone had locked the lever back, but it looked as if that someone had done it from outside the gate. Suddenly, he felt as if he'd been punched in the stomache, and knew who had opened this. It had to have been that goddamn Vicomte! He'd found his way down here somehow, and all at once Erik knew he had been betrayed by the only two women he had ever trusted in his life. Madame Giry had to have told that Vicomte how to come down here.He'd come down here for Christine, and she just ran to him with open arms, probably delighted to be rescued from this place.She had only pretended to love Erik. That kiss they had shared probably meant nothing to her, it had just been a charade to gain Erik's trust untill she could be rescued by her precious Vicomte. She hadn't actually loved him. She just pretended to, so he wouldn't grow suspicious. Erik felt so horrible, so betrayed. And ,to think, just last night he had fallen asleep stroking her, thinking how wonderful it felt that someone actually loved him. Erik sank down to his knees, letting tears of betrayal and sadness fall down his face, making tiny ripples as they fell into the lake.

But, his sadness quickly turned to rage. How dare that little witch betray him like that! He stormed out of the lake, knocking over everything in his path. He ripped his mask from his face and threw it into the lake. He was about to smash the table when he noticed a piece of paper fell lightly from it. He picked it up.

It was just the note about breakfast and where the bathroom was that he had left that horrid Christine. He was going to rip it up, when he noticed some writing on the back. It was extremley messy and scrawled like it had been writen in a rush.Wondering what it was about, he began to read.

Erik,

I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but I have to leave. I don't want to, but this fop, the Vicomte de Changy is forcing me to leave you with him. I so desperatly don't want to, but he's much stronger than me and I can't resist him much longer. I can't wake you up. Oh Erik, please, please, please, forgive me and DON'T think for a second I left you because I wanted to. I love you. Oh, Angel, please help me!

Christine

Erik could feel his heart getting lighter with every word he read. Christine hadn't willingly left him after all! But, wait, he thought. What if it was all some planned out hoax to fool Erik into thinking Christine had actually been forced to leave? How could he decide? His head told him to think about everything his past had taught him. Trust no one but yourself, rely on yourself, and never kid yourself into thinking people care about you. But, he had a gut feeling that Christine was far too kind and gentle to decieve him that like that. Yes, certainly far too kind and gentle to slap you and scream her guts out at you he thought. Erik sighed, and sat down, desperatly trying to sort out all the emotions and choices he had to overcome that were currently eating away at him. Sighing, he grabbed his cloak and mask and decided he needed to send a little memo about castingto his managers about the new production of Il Muto. Hopefully, if all went well, he would be seeing Christine a lot sooner than he had anticipated.

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