A/N: ok, finally new stuff to post ^_^ and things are starting to get
interesting. The story will definitely begin to pick up pace after this
chapter though I probably wont be able to update again till after finals
are over, but then I've got the summer. Oh the reason I've got a new
account is because they decided to delete my old one since they didn't like
one of my fics, yeah it sucks.
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"Why do you continue to play with her? Why not just take her now?" a soft male voice spoke.
"I'd like to think I have a bit more style then that, besides it'll be easier for her if she comes willingly." A woman's voice replied calmly.
"You think she'll be willing to come of her own choice?" he asked in surprise.
"In time, can't you see it? It's like part of her soul is missing, this is not the life that was meant for her. And so she'll come, but not yet. No, she is not yet ready."
"And then?"
There was a brief pause before she replied. "And then she'll be mine. Come along, the night grows short."
The two voices descended from their perch out side the large window leaving the sleeping couple in peace, unaware of the short transaction that took place.
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Raoul stirred as the heat from the sun crawled up to his face, breaking through the partially closed drapes. Slowly he allowed his eyelids to slip open to greet the harsh rays with annoyance, becoming acutely aware of the light form resting partially across his chest. Looking down he smiled as he felt Christine's hot breath lightly caress his skin while her face mirrored that of an innocent child's. Gently allowing his hand to graze over her feather soft hair, he watched as she slowly began to wake. Christine sighed, refusing to remove herself from her position and merely advanced further across his chest, smiling contently.
"Christine," he whispered calmly, allowing his hand to grasp her bare shoulder giving her a little nudge. "It's time to get up."
"No." she replied stubbornly, burrowing herself tightly against his body.
Chuckling, he shifted in an attempt to free himself from her grasp only to hear her whimper as she securely pinned him back down. "Christine."
"Why do we have to get up?" she asked lazily as her hand began to trace shapes over his lightly defined muscles, grinning whenever he flinched from her finding a particularly sensitive spot.
"I have things to get done before the party tonight." He heard her moan at the mention of that evening's social event.
"Do we have to go? You know how much I abhor those things." Her voice made no disguise of her feelings towards the thought of attending such an event.
"It won't be as bad as you think; besides my sisters will be there." Christine only grumbled more at the mention his dear sisters whom so enjoyed making their little comments about her once he was out of hearing range.
"Those women hate me." she muttered, scowling as past instances replayed themselves in her head.
"Come now, they do not." He defensively replied with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Oh Raoul, don't be dense," Christine began annoyed and promptly moving back to her own side of the bed. "You know perfectly well that they disapprove of me and don't you think they don't make it perfectly clear when your back is turned. Actually they do it right in front of your face but you're blind to realize it."
Not wanting to argue Raoul decided to simply drop it, sighing as he looked at his wife's discontented face before removing himself from the bed. She could be so stubborn at times he thought as he looked over her again. But then she does look cute when she mad he mused with a grin as she pulled the sheets up tightly around her for modesty, a frown firmly planted on her face.
That evening Christine reluctantly accompanied her husband to the social gathering where they were at once greeted upon entrance by his sisters and their equally haughty husbands. She did not miss any of their distasteful glances, making her fully aware of her welcome.
Looking around Christine was surprised at the number of guest that evening, the large room was packed with the many extravagant couples all emitting an aura of superiority and purpose. Christine had known that transitioning into Raoul's circle of friends would not be easy but this was beyond ridicules. Three years and she had yet to make a single sincere friend, only slight acquaintances that only put up with her for proprieties sake. Sighing to her self, she knew this would be a long night.
Christine continued to scan the crowd, hoping to see someone whose presence she could at least tolerate. She always felt so alone at these things, always on defense, guarded, and nervous. It wouldn't take much for her to do something wrong and then these women would make it haunt her for months, she honestly wondered if that because they had no lives of there own they simply contented themselves on making hers miserable.
A particularly large group was creating a small commotion not far from where she was standing. Christine watched, trying to figure out what it was all about when a familiar looking woman caught her eye. Trying desperately to place the face the young woman smiled confidently at Christine before returning her attentions back to her entourage. Christine took in her appearance carefully, knowing that she had seen this woman before. She had the most stunning deep green almond shaped eyes she noted, with a thin nose and fashionably pale complexion. Her strawberry blonde hair was done up elaborately atop her head and she wore a deep forest green dress with scoping neckline. The woman seemed to have an almost foreign look to her yet Christine couldn't place it to any particular country. Still staring at the woman Christine nudged her husband to get his attention.
"Who is that?" she asked gesturing to the suspicious lady in green. Raoul looked genuinely shocked when he saw her, and seemed in deep thought before finally answering.
"That is Mademoiselle Catherine du Merrets if I'm not mistaken. I haven't seen her in Paris for years... hasn't changed a bit." Raoul then looked at his wife very seriously and brought her a little away from the others to continue. "I think it would probably be best if you tried to avoid her... to say she's not well liked is an understatement." Nodding, they then turned back to his family.
Though trying to remain involved in the conversation Christine's thoughts constantly strayed back to that woman. She couldn't understand what it was about the lady but she felt the strangest feeling of intrigue towards her, a compelling need to meet her. And then there were Raoul's words, what had he meant? There was obviously an aversion in the crowd towards this Catherine, but it wasn't one of contempt, more like weariness and unease. Christine did her best and stayed away from the woman but couldn't help but stare at her whenever she was in view, though more then a few times Catherine noticed and smiled calmly back before Christine turned her head away, embarrassed.
At last in an attempt to get some air, Christine departed her company and made way to one of the many balconies which connected to the main room. The design was built more for style than practicality for along the far wall there were a number of balconies leading out but none of them connected.
Relived to be on her own, Christine stretched her body far out over the railing and gazed into the empty sky. She hated it there, never in her life had she felt more alone, except perhaps when her father died... but then she had her angel.
Guiltily she pushed her thoughts to the side and tried to concentrate on picking out the various constellations in the sky. It wasn't right for her to be thinking of Erik now; she had no right to feel sorry for herself, not when she got exactly what she wanted in the end. There was so much that she didn't understand about him that now seemed perfectly clear, she was just so innocent at the time, so naive and selfish. If she had to go through it all again, she wasn't sure that she would've made the same decisions, but this was wrong, it was wrong to think like this, not after everything that has happened. She loved Raoul, she truly did, but some how that just didn't seem like enough anymore.
Shaking her head she glanced back through the doors and spied Raoul talking quite comfortably with a rather attractive young woman. Christine flushed with irrational jealousy as she watched the two laugh together. The girl rested a hand on his arm with the smuggest smile on her face. Christine new full well the girl was flirting with her husband and there was nothing she could do about it. Unable to watch anymore Christine turned her back to the party, looking once again over the estates gardens.
"I wouldn't get myself worked up over it," a woman's voice calmly spoke behind her. Christine jumped at the sound a quickly turned to see she was not alone. "The girls little more then a coquettish dolt, the poor boy's probably just begging for someone to rescue him." Catherine finished with a smile.
She was situated in the far corner, almost completely within the shadows sitting at a small rod iron table and chair set. Christine could not tell if she'd been there the whole time or if she came in silently later, in any case she was unnerved by the fact that she hadn't noticed the woman watching her. The woman's fingers unfurled with a grace Christine had only witnessed once before and made a gliding gesture for her to sit across from her in an empty chair.
"I'm sorry; I didn't realize I wasn't alone." Christine heard her self say without really any thought. Unable to break eye contact, she slowly descended onto the cold chair and was met almost immediately with a glass of wine from Catherine's hand that seemed to produce two glasses out of nowhere.
"That's alright my dear, I prefer things that way." Blushing, Christine humbly lowered her eyes, concentrating more on the rising bubbles in her glass. "I have some things to discuss with you and I do hope that in time we could become the most dear and intimate of friends."
The woman gave a short laugh as she watched the perplexed look fall over Christine's face before taking a sip from her glass with triumph.
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Please R&R ^_^
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"Why do you continue to play with her? Why not just take her now?" a soft male voice spoke.
"I'd like to think I have a bit more style then that, besides it'll be easier for her if she comes willingly." A woman's voice replied calmly.
"You think she'll be willing to come of her own choice?" he asked in surprise.
"In time, can't you see it? It's like part of her soul is missing, this is not the life that was meant for her. And so she'll come, but not yet. No, she is not yet ready."
"And then?"
There was a brief pause before she replied. "And then she'll be mine. Come along, the night grows short."
The two voices descended from their perch out side the large window leaving the sleeping couple in peace, unaware of the short transaction that took place.
~*~
Raoul stirred as the heat from the sun crawled up to his face, breaking through the partially closed drapes. Slowly he allowed his eyelids to slip open to greet the harsh rays with annoyance, becoming acutely aware of the light form resting partially across his chest. Looking down he smiled as he felt Christine's hot breath lightly caress his skin while her face mirrored that of an innocent child's. Gently allowing his hand to graze over her feather soft hair, he watched as she slowly began to wake. Christine sighed, refusing to remove herself from her position and merely advanced further across his chest, smiling contently.
"Christine," he whispered calmly, allowing his hand to grasp her bare shoulder giving her a little nudge. "It's time to get up."
"No." she replied stubbornly, burrowing herself tightly against his body.
Chuckling, he shifted in an attempt to free himself from her grasp only to hear her whimper as she securely pinned him back down. "Christine."
"Why do we have to get up?" she asked lazily as her hand began to trace shapes over his lightly defined muscles, grinning whenever he flinched from her finding a particularly sensitive spot.
"I have things to get done before the party tonight." He heard her moan at the mention of that evening's social event.
"Do we have to go? You know how much I abhor those things." Her voice made no disguise of her feelings towards the thought of attending such an event.
"It won't be as bad as you think; besides my sisters will be there." Christine only grumbled more at the mention his dear sisters whom so enjoyed making their little comments about her once he was out of hearing range.
"Those women hate me." she muttered, scowling as past instances replayed themselves in her head.
"Come now, they do not." He defensively replied with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Oh Raoul, don't be dense," Christine began annoyed and promptly moving back to her own side of the bed. "You know perfectly well that they disapprove of me and don't you think they don't make it perfectly clear when your back is turned. Actually they do it right in front of your face but you're blind to realize it."
Not wanting to argue Raoul decided to simply drop it, sighing as he looked at his wife's discontented face before removing himself from the bed. She could be so stubborn at times he thought as he looked over her again. But then she does look cute when she mad he mused with a grin as she pulled the sheets up tightly around her for modesty, a frown firmly planted on her face.
That evening Christine reluctantly accompanied her husband to the social gathering where they were at once greeted upon entrance by his sisters and their equally haughty husbands. She did not miss any of their distasteful glances, making her fully aware of her welcome.
Looking around Christine was surprised at the number of guest that evening, the large room was packed with the many extravagant couples all emitting an aura of superiority and purpose. Christine had known that transitioning into Raoul's circle of friends would not be easy but this was beyond ridicules. Three years and she had yet to make a single sincere friend, only slight acquaintances that only put up with her for proprieties sake. Sighing to her self, she knew this would be a long night.
Christine continued to scan the crowd, hoping to see someone whose presence she could at least tolerate. She always felt so alone at these things, always on defense, guarded, and nervous. It wouldn't take much for her to do something wrong and then these women would make it haunt her for months, she honestly wondered if that because they had no lives of there own they simply contented themselves on making hers miserable.
A particularly large group was creating a small commotion not far from where she was standing. Christine watched, trying to figure out what it was all about when a familiar looking woman caught her eye. Trying desperately to place the face the young woman smiled confidently at Christine before returning her attentions back to her entourage. Christine took in her appearance carefully, knowing that she had seen this woman before. She had the most stunning deep green almond shaped eyes she noted, with a thin nose and fashionably pale complexion. Her strawberry blonde hair was done up elaborately atop her head and she wore a deep forest green dress with scoping neckline. The woman seemed to have an almost foreign look to her yet Christine couldn't place it to any particular country. Still staring at the woman Christine nudged her husband to get his attention.
"Who is that?" she asked gesturing to the suspicious lady in green. Raoul looked genuinely shocked when he saw her, and seemed in deep thought before finally answering.
"That is Mademoiselle Catherine du Merrets if I'm not mistaken. I haven't seen her in Paris for years... hasn't changed a bit." Raoul then looked at his wife very seriously and brought her a little away from the others to continue. "I think it would probably be best if you tried to avoid her... to say she's not well liked is an understatement." Nodding, they then turned back to his family.
Though trying to remain involved in the conversation Christine's thoughts constantly strayed back to that woman. She couldn't understand what it was about the lady but she felt the strangest feeling of intrigue towards her, a compelling need to meet her. And then there were Raoul's words, what had he meant? There was obviously an aversion in the crowd towards this Catherine, but it wasn't one of contempt, more like weariness and unease. Christine did her best and stayed away from the woman but couldn't help but stare at her whenever she was in view, though more then a few times Catherine noticed and smiled calmly back before Christine turned her head away, embarrassed.
At last in an attempt to get some air, Christine departed her company and made way to one of the many balconies which connected to the main room. The design was built more for style than practicality for along the far wall there were a number of balconies leading out but none of them connected.
Relived to be on her own, Christine stretched her body far out over the railing and gazed into the empty sky. She hated it there, never in her life had she felt more alone, except perhaps when her father died... but then she had her angel.
Guiltily she pushed her thoughts to the side and tried to concentrate on picking out the various constellations in the sky. It wasn't right for her to be thinking of Erik now; she had no right to feel sorry for herself, not when she got exactly what she wanted in the end. There was so much that she didn't understand about him that now seemed perfectly clear, she was just so innocent at the time, so naive and selfish. If she had to go through it all again, she wasn't sure that she would've made the same decisions, but this was wrong, it was wrong to think like this, not after everything that has happened. She loved Raoul, she truly did, but some how that just didn't seem like enough anymore.
Shaking her head she glanced back through the doors and spied Raoul talking quite comfortably with a rather attractive young woman. Christine flushed with irrational jealousy as she watched the two laugh together. The girl rested a hand on his arm with the smuggest smile on her face. Christine new full well the girl was flirting with her husband and there was nothing she could do about it. Unable to watch anymore Christine turned her back to the party, looking once again over the estates gardens.
"I wouldn't get myself worked up over it," a woman's voice calmly spoke behind her. Christine jumped at the sound a quickly turned to see she was not alone. "The girls little more then a coquettish dolt, the poor boy's probably just begging for someone to rescue him." Catherine finished with a smile.
She was situated in the far corner, almost completely within the shadows sitting at a small rod iron table and chair set. Christine could not tell if she'd been there the whole time or if she came in silently later, in any case she was unnerved by the fact that she hadn't noticed the woman watching her. The woman's fingers unfurled with a grace Christine had only witnessed once before and made a gliding gesture for her to sit across from her in an empty chair.
"I'm sorry; I didn't realize I wasn't alone." Christine heard her self say without really any thought. Unable to break eye contact, she slowly descended onto the cold chair and was met almost immediately with a glass of wine from Catherine's hand that seemed to produce two glasses out of nowhere.
"That's alright my dear, I prefer things that way." Blushing, Christine humbly lowered her eyes, concentrating more on the rising bubbles in her glass. "I have some things to discuss with you and I do hope that in time we could become the most dear and intimate of friends."
The woman gave a short laugh as she watched the perplexed look fall over Christine's face before taking a sip from her glass with triumph.
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Please R&R ^_^