Erik's Desire
By: Muse of Destructiveness
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the beautiful legacy and character of the phantom Erik. He and the others belong to themselves and Gaston Leroux for writing their story. The only thing I do own is a high respect for the phantom and my OC's.
Warning: Later there will be much Christine bashing. I despise her for breaking the phantom's heart like she did, and later there will be Raoul bashing. Sympathy pains for these two will be treated with large tranquilizers and flames will be used to burn my old school papers.
Chapter 4
Erik watched her intently, seeing the expression in her eyes turn from surprise into unwanted fear. One hand grasped hers and paused for a moment, savoring the smoothness of her skin. The other went to her hair, tangling itself in the mass of ebony waves. Then they dropped back to his sides, and he sighed.
"I think it's time we said good night," he murmured. He wished that he trusted himself enough to walk her back to her room, but inside the logic that built up in his mind he knew that it wouldn't be right. He had seen the fear in her eyes before, as if even she didn't trust him…but there was something else behind the fear. Desire? Perhaps.
Ravyn swallowed hard, wishing she had the courage to say something. Anything would be better than the tension-filled silence that now filled the room. She opened her mouth once or twice, but no sound came out. Finally, she nodded and left the room quietly, her mind swirling with unanswered questions.
The one question that stood out in the turmoil was "Why me?" That was the question that haunted her day in and day out. As she stepped through the mirror that had started everything she gasped. Sitting on her bed was the last person this side of Hell that she wanted to see.
"Hello my dear," the raven haired man said, his voice lowering to a soft purr. He grinned as he realized that she didn't share quite as much enthusiasm as he in just seeing her go a deathly shade of white. "What? No passionate welcome for the husband you so cruelly, and might I add, coldly left behind in Egypt?"
She gaped in horror and barely stifled the scream that lodged itself in her throat. "You're not my husband and you never were, you pig-headed bastard," she growled, trembling with raw fury.
He took offense at the anger and disgust that forced its way into her voice, and stood slowly. He came to stand beside her, frowning at the rage that made her blood red eyes gleam. "You forget, dearest. We were wed and happily, until you came up with the notion to run from my love and hide here in this place," he said, his voice changing from tenderness to a disgust that rivaled hers.
She glared at him, her fury fueled by the look in his eyes when he had said place. "This is my home, and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave it and me alone. The sooner the better, I would think."
His eyes narrowed as he pondered her words. "You'll regret ever leaving me, witch. I promise you that."
A/N: Ok…so now it's out. Ravyn's got major secrets and a past that resents her new life. So you know the drill…Read n Review!
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