Hellooooo! Sorry I haven't updated computer trouble. But here is…. dun dun DUHHHHHHHHHHHHH! …. the next chapter!
gerbear-I think it was you who replied. Anyway, thank you! This chapter is dedicated to you. Sorry it's so short and naff, but my computer was naffed up and before that I had writer's block. But the next chapter is v. long.
He looked around, bewildered. He could not comprehend what she had just said-she had left her precious Vicomte, the fop? But…. but why? With him, she had all she wanted…. or did she? Suddenly, a look of dawning comprehension spread over his face.
"So," he said quietly, a manic twinkle in his eye and a mad, twisted grin on his face, "he couldn't satisfy you…. and so you thought you'd come here, to fulfil your desires, to satisfy your hunger…." he laughed cruelly, the vibrations reverberating around the lair and bouncing off the walls.
The harsh, cruel chuckle filled Christine with fear. He continued,
"Think again, Christine, think again…."
She wore a look of horror.
"No! No, of course not! I left Raoul…."
"Because he was not enough for you, was he, bitch? Only I can satisfy your hunger-the fop is to cold, too unfeeling. I loved you with all my heart, Christine, unlike the Vicomte. But now, this love-it turns to hate…." he began to cry again.
"Why didn't you love me back?" he sobbed.
She took a deep breath.
"I do," she muttered quietly.
"What?"
"I DO!"
Sorry for the shortness and rubbishness of this chapter, I promise the next one is waaaaaaaaaaay better and longer. Thanks for reading!