You Were All That Mattered
Chapter IV
"CHRISTINE! There you are! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing up here?"
He moved towards where she sat, his figure towering threateningly over her.
"Raoul... please, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... it's just that... the mirror... and I couldn't help it... I'm sorry!" she spoke timidly, terrified to be in his presence.
Raoul rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm harshly.
"Enough with your damn excuses! You are not allowed to be up here, I don't know how you found it. You're coming with me!"
He pulled her to standing position, flush against his body before turning to drag her through the door. Christine cried out as he yanked her up, leaving a largebruise on her left arm.
"Raoul! Please let go, you're hurting me!"
"It would be in your best interests to unhand her now, Monsieur," a low voice rang throughout the room.
Both Raoul and Christine turned around, the Vicomte's mouth hanging open in astonishment.
There stood Erik, his tall dark figure leaning against the wall.
"Why, you monster! What the hell are you doing on my property! You're supposed to be dead!"
"I said unhand her!"
He stepped forward, drawing a sword from what appeared to be nowhere.
"She's my wife and I'll do with her what I please!"
And with that he threw her to the ground before drawing out his own sword. Christine, surprised as she fell, hit her head. Erik's face was the last thing she saw before it went dark.
"Ah, now that is where you are wrong, Monsieur. Christine belongs to me and only me. And now I've come to take her home."
"Wrong again, Phantom! She is home, and I'm not going to let you try and take her from me again, you disfigured monster!"
Erik chuckled at this before lunging forward. His sword made slight contact with the Vicomte's cheek, leaving a long scar down the side.
"Looks like you spoke too soon; for you, Sir, are quite on your way to looking like a monster yourself!" Erik spoke, obviously amused.
This understandably made Raoul quite angry. He lunged forward and they began fighting their duel, as Christine lay unconscious by the door. It only took about three minutes before Erik disarmed him. He cut Raoul up a little before hitting him over the head, leaving him unconscious as well.
It was then he noticed Christine. Hurrying to her side, he tried to wake her up and failed. Placing a kiss to her forehead, he lifted her in his strong arms and stood up. Glancing back at the unconscious Vicomte, he smirked. What an amusing day, he thought, before turning and fleeing the room.