Whispers in the Night
Chapter 7
"Not there Christine, not your fathers grave." Erik pleaded.
"Why not?" Christine asked, suspicion creeping into her eyes.
"I – I don't want to. I can't go out, not in the day, Christine." Erik said, that makes sense, he thought.
Christine continued to stare. "Please Erik, we could take a carriage straight there, no one would see you."
"No, Christine" he said more firmly.
"Erik – you have followed me there before. If you will not take me, I will go by myself."
"No Christine!" Erik shouted, "We have a day to spend together – let us not waste it." He pleaded to her.
"So my father's grave is a waste now is it?" She shouted in his face.
"Christine… please…" What do I say? What do I do?
"I'm going, Erik. Regardless of whether you follow or not," she said, walking into the hallway to fetch her coat and gloves.
Stop her! She cannot make it to that place!
"Christine – stop where you are!" he snarled, rushing to where she stood.
"Do not try and stop me!" She shouted.
"You are just being stubborn – you only want to go there because I do not! Now come back here!" All of the Phantoms grace had escaped his voice – and had been replaced by fear and anger.
"Goodbye. I trust I will not see you when I get back?" She said, opening the door.
Out of fear, Erik slammed the door before she could get out and grabbed her shoulders, throwing her onto the floor. Her screams cut into him and he almost abandoned his plan – but thought better of it when he remembered that he had to be his Angel.
He threw himself upon her and grabbed the clear liquid from inside his coat. He ripped one glove off of Christine's hand, and doused it in the liquid, holding it underneath Christine's nose. She tried to escape, kicking her legs, but he kicks soon became gentler and rather limp. Her whole body went still and her eyes fluttered and closed.
Erik got up and dusted himself off. He sighed. Things always go wrong with me.
"I said I didn't want to go to the cemetery, Christine."