DISCLAIMER: Please refer to Chapter Two

Cecilia had come to the conclusion that: for one, she had nothing to lose, and two the worse thing that could happen was he could kill her. Death would be much better than living alone for the rest of my life.

Cecilia placed the brown wig from the doll on her now gathered blond hair and fastened it with hairpins. Next, she slipped on the new dress that Erik has purchased for her. Had she not been so voluptuous or has known any better, she would have mistaken herself for Christine.

Perfect. He is most likely fairly drunk. He will never know the difference.

With butterflies in her stomach, she took a beep breath and gathered her candle. She slowly and gently treaded towards Erik's room. While she creaked open the door, she would hear his shallow breathing. She swept herself into the room and closed the door behind her.

You can do this, Cecilia.

With another deep breath, she walked to his bed. He was lying under his satin sheets with only a pair of silky pants on. As he slept, she noticed his rather muscular chest tense from time to time. Hoping to trap him into her scheme, she began to sing the melody from Don Juan Triumphant.

His eyes slowly opened and looked toward her shadow.

"Christine," he whispered in a half-sleeping state.

"Yes, my love. I am here." Cecilia pretended.

She walked toward the bed and held out her hand to him. She could tell that he was extremely inebriated from his manner and empty brandy bottle on the floor.

"I love you," she whispered.

Tears began to fill his eyes and suddenly a wave of guilt swept over Cecilia's face. Luckily, the room was still dark and Erik did not notice.

He pulled her to him and placed his arms around her waist. He held her for moments sobbing into her bodice. Cecilia placed her hand on his unscarred cheek and tenderly caressed his skin. Then, with a loving sigh, she tilted his face to hers and passionately kissed him. The mere feeling of his return kiss made her entire plan worthwhile.

She no longer cared that it was not her he wanted. For the moment, the dream was all she needed. Just a glimpse into the love that he had for Christine made her feel whole again.

His kisses became more and more passionate and deep. His arms had tightened around her possessively and made their way up to the back of her dress. She could feel his hands slowly unbuttoning her bodice. Soon, he was slipping her dress over her head and moving on to the corset. She shivered with excitement as he lovingly began to untie her while still flooding her with kisses.

As he removed her corset, he began kissing her bare shoulders. His hands moved slowly up her bare back and her skin began to chill from her lack of clothing. His hands finally moved back down and slipped underneath her petticoat. With one soft movement, he pushed down her petticoat and knickers to her ankles. Then, he lifted her body out of the mess of clothing and laid her on the bed.

As his body pressed on top of her, she could feel his manhood grow and begin to pulse with excitement. He was kissing her neck and began to work his way down to her exposed breasts. As her body felt the sensation of his soft lips on her skin, her nipples suddenly became erect. Erik, sensing this change, ran his warm tongue down the middle of her chest and proceeded to taunt each nipple until Cecilia began to squirm with pleasure.

Cecilia pulled him back to her lips and began to lightly caress his skin. Slowly, she removed his mask and wrapped her legs around him when he tried to reach for it. Setting the object on the table, she proceeded to move her hands down his back towards the small of his back. As he had some with her petticoat, she slipped off his silk pants and tossed them onto the floor.

Although she could not see him, she felt him smile as he continued to kiss her. While he continued to caress her body, she felt that she could not take it anymore.

"Erik…" she whispered, "make love to me."

Once the last syllable left her lips, he kissed her again as he entered into her aroused body. After a few moments of rather uncomfortable pain, Cecilia began to relax as he slowly moved in and out of her. His weight on her body was heavenly. She felt complete as he possessed her and hungrily kissed her lips.

He continued loving her gently as though she was precious and fragile. He took the greatest care in ensuring she was comfortable. He slipped his hands under her shoulder blades and he began to climax. She could feel his body tense as he attempted to keep control. Suddenly, as she began to feel his body shake in ecstasy, she felt her own climax approach and erupt as he continued to move within her. As his breathing grew heavier, she let out a moan of pleasure and felt him collapse on her exhausted body.

She felt his arms tense around her once again and hold her tightly into an embrace.

"I love you Christine," he said as he drifted back into sleep.

"I love you more, Erik." Cecilia whispered as she shed a tear.