Disclaimer: I do not own POTO, Slept So Long from the Queen of the Damned Soundtrack, or Gitans from Cirque du Soliel's Varekai.
IMPORTANT! There are mature themes in this chapter, so if that offends you, scroll down to the -------and it will be over.
Okay! I am so sorry about the delay. I have been having major writer's block! This chapter and the next have been confusing me! That and I have been obsessively reading Queen of the Damned. Great book! And I turned 18! I'm legal! Now if I ever see either of the Gerards I can pounce on them and they won't get arrested! LOL!
Well, I here's the next chapter! I hope I don't get another flame! cough cough
Walking, waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping and hating
Things that I can't bare
Did you think it's cool to walk right up?
To take my life and fuck it up
Well did you
Well did you
Christine walked into the band room and looked around.
'It's a lot bigger than I remember,'
The ceiling seemed to be very high and a pure white with bright lights, much different from the tan ceiling tiles that were missing in some places and yellowing, insect carcass filled lights that she thought were there.
She guessed it was a free day as she noticed blurry outlines of band students playing hacky sack in a circle. It was weird; even though the players were seemed to be talking at the normal volume, she couldn't hear them. She couldn't hear any thing.
Christine moved towards the couches on the far wall, walking with difficulty as her legs seemed to weigh a ton. On the far left couch sat Raoul, talking but silent band kids sitting on either side of him.
She was suddenly on her knees before him, staring into his greenish-brown eyes.
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
"Do you love her?" Christine heard herself ask him.
Raoul keep his eye contact with her as he moved his hand to subconsciously flatten his black hair.
"No, he said, moving forward, "How could I? I love you."
Christine looked up and noticed the ceiling had changed.
"What?"
She was lying on Raoul's bed, dressed only in her underwear. Christine sat up and looked in confusion around the room, which was completely empty except for the bed that she knew very well.
Before she could get up to look for her clothes, Raoul entered the room. Christine pulled the sheet up to cover her chest.
Walking, waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping and hating
Things that I can't bare
"Christine," Raoul said walking towards the bed, "I love you. You don't need to do that."
He indicated the sheet which she reluctantly lowered. She said nothing as he began to undress.
Did you think it's cool to walk right up?
To take my life and fuck it up
Well did you
I hate you
He pulled off his shirt and jeans quickly, leaving him only in his underwear, his arousal evident. Christine closed her eyes as he moved to the side of the bed and slid under the sheets. She hugged herself as she heard his breath right beside her. In spite of herself, she shivered in a sick pleasure as he placed his arms around her and kissed the sensitive part of her neck. Her eyes popped open as he pulled her roughly in front of him, still kissing her neck and stroking her bare back. He pulled her arms from their former position and lifted them over her head and Christine kept them there as his hands glided down her arms and underarms to cup her breasts.
I hate you
Before she could protest, he pushed her back on the bed, making the headboard hit the wall loudly. He ripped off her underwear and his, leaving her feeling uncomfortably exposed, and pinned her shoulders to the mattress before she could attempt to cover herself. He positioned himself at her entrance and continued to pin her to the bed, the pressure on her shoulders increasing. She gave a small cry of pain as he pushed inside her and removed her gaze from the ceiling to look at him.
'He's not even looking at me,'
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
Raoul lay down on her, his length still inside of her, and, still avoiding her gaze rested his head on her shoulder.
"You won't go all the way, will you?"
"No," she heard him say.
I've slept so long without you
It's tearing me apart, too
How to get this far
Playing games with this old heart
Christine fixed her gaze again on the ceiling, focusing on the intricate pattern. She forced herself to think of something, anything else, as he continued to move inside her.
I've killed a million petty souls
But I couldn't kill you
I've slept so long without you
Letting herself get taken away by her thoughts, she was brought sharply back to reality as she gasped in pain, Raoul thrusting harder and harder. Christine screamed in anger as she realized what he had done and gouged his back with her finger nails until he was bleeding. She wriggled beneath him violently but to no avail as he had her successfully trapped.
I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
Raoul gave one last thrust before she felt the sickening feeling of his finish inside of her. He quickly lifted himself off of her as she sat up quickly and attempted to hit him.
Raoul caught hold of her wrists and gripped them roughly, pulling her to him; his eyes filled with hate, and threw her back on the bed.
"Sorry," he said picking up his clothes and exiting the room.
I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
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Christine awoke with a cry of anguish and sat up sharply.
"Just a dream," she told herself, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart.
She lay back down on her pillow and rolled on her stomach and gripped the pillow tightly.
Why did she have dreams of Raoul all the time? They usually weren't that vivid.
'Why can't I just move on!' she thought angrily to herself, punching the pillow on the shape of her fist.
"Am I still in love with him?" she whispered to her dark bed room.
No, the after effect of those dreams usually left her with a feeling of relief that it was over. No more lying, no more "favors"….
But other times, she dreamt of the rare moments of happiness they had shared or how they would reconcile if they had the chance.
Did she want that chance?
Christine gave up the notion of sleep and looked at her alarm clock. It was 4 in the morning; only two hours after Erik had kissed her passionately at her door step and left her with an utmost feeling of happiness after having a great time at Andre's party. She had gone to sleep with the excited feeling of new love only to awaken two hours later from a memory she would rather forget.
Christine rose from her bed and smoothed the wrinkles out of her black spaghetti strap night dress, not bothering to turn on any of the lights in her room as she preferred to remain in the darkness. She grabbed her long black coat from the back of her desk chair, slipped on her red satin Chinese flip flops, and opened the door to the hallway, the only light being rays of moonlight shining in from the computer room windows. Christine silently crossed the hall, pulling on her coat by the moonlight, and made her way to the stairs, descending each stair gracefully, the coat dragging behind her.
When she reached the downstairs, she turned right to the silent kitchen and to the back door. She checked her pocket to find her MP3 player and used the light from the screen to unlock the door.
Christine was a little surprised at how cold it was outside as she exited the kitchen to the moon and star lit backyard and pulled her coat closer to her, but since it was just the end of March, it was understandable.
She looked at her MP3 player as she walked across the wooden deck and down the stairs, putting on the head phones and searching for the song that seemed to emulate how she felt. It wasn't until she had almost reached her beloved willow tree that she found it.
"Okay," she said pressing the play button, her breath visible in little puffs.
The only sound she could her for a split second were the distant sounds of the night, a train passing, a dog barking, the newly grown leaves rustling in the faint wind…
But then her head phones were filled with the sound of chanting. She placed the MP3 player back in her pocket and clamped her hands over the small headphones, trying to catch every word that was said, not to understand it, but just to listen to the beautiful sound that was created by the words and the violin that accompanied it as they messed together.
The chanting stopped and was replaced by the most hauntingly beautiful melody that instantly had the air of an ancient gypsy dance. She began to sway to the beat of the drum that played in the background of two violins and an accordion and removed her hands from over the head phones to raise them towards the night sky. Christine suddenly spun around and started to dance to the rhythm, just moving in the way the music made her feel. She kicked off her flip flops, making them disappear in the dark grass and pulled off her coat, not caring it was cold and yanked off the head phones, the music loud enough to hear with out them on.
Now free of her coat and shoes, she spun around even faster, her gaze fixed on the full moon. She thought of everything as she danced and imagined the gypsy melody to be for the celebration of a wedding. The song seemed to be a celebration of everlasting love, until death tore the lovers apart and took their spirits to whatever after life there was.
Her spirit soared with the high notes of the violins and as she danced, still gazing at the full silvery moon. With each passing phrase she danced to this song of love in hope that she would be rid of the love she had once had in return for a new one.
Only when the melody had faded into silence did she stop and return to reality. Christine shivered and ran to the coat and shoes that she had discarded on the ground. She gave once last look at the moon and ran across the dark lawn to the porch and the back door.
Careful not to make noise, she closed and locked the door as quietly as she could so she wouldn't wake her mother. She glided to the stairs, walking up them slowly, and tip toed to her room, closed the door and locked it.
Satisfied with her exploits, she dodged the random boxes and other things on the floor to her bed and added her coat to the pile of stuff. She kicked off her flip flops again and lay down on the bed, sinking into the warm covers and comfy mattress.
"Just a stupid dream," she whispered to the dark room again, rolling on to her stomach.
She buried her head into the pillow and quickly fell asleep to much better dreams than the last.
This chapter might be kind of weird, but I've been out in the sun all day so if it is, that's the reason!
Oh, I had a question about the songs I use. I did write the lyrics to Dark Angel, not the music though, but I kind of have a tune worked out so I might put it to music someday. About the other songs, you could probably download them, they shouldn't be that hard to find. I'm glad that I'm not the only one who likes them. That would be kind of lame.
About Erik, I know he is a little different and I still have a lot of things to explain about him. Look for it in a coming chapter.
I did say that some of the plot was from past experiences, but not much, I guess I was misleading. Sadly, I do not know a guy like Erik or sing in a band.
Again, I am really sorry about how long it took for me to update again and that this chapter isn't longer. I really will try a lot harder to update more often and beat my muse until I have some ideas!
Please review!