Chapter 9: Abusing and Using

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She was really going to go through with it. Erik was slowly beginning to realize this as he continued to watch Christine plan for her upcoming wedding. He watched it all, and she knew it to. He would whisper to her and she would pretend not to hear. He hadn't been able to speak with her since the night she told him of her wedding and it was 3 days later. He only had 4 days until the wedding. Raoul was always by her side as well, and that only made it harder for him.

Erik continued to watch Christine. Eventually he knew he'd have his chance to talk to her again. Well actually talking wasn't really what he had on his mind. She had to be missing his touch just as much as he was. Erik was convinced that if he could get Christine alone for a while she would eagerly welcome him into her bed. Erik stood outside of Raoul's home. It seemed as if he was always here, watching her, singing to her, luring her back to him. At least that was the intent, so far Christine was resisting.

Finally after what seemed an eternity he got his chance. Raoul was off to sort out some sort of business concerning his upcoming marriage, leaving Christine all alone and vulnerable in that huge house. Erik watched closely until the carriage that contained the Vicomte was completely out of view before making his way silently towards the house.

Christine was lying in bed reading silently, waiting. She knew what was to come, Raoul was off to do something that he insisted was of utter importance and could not be put off and Erik was surely watching her from outside as he had been for quite sometime now. 'What did I expect? I knew he wouldn't just give up.' It had been so hard to just ignore him these past few days. She could feel him all around her where ever she went. She could feel his eyes on her. She even heard his voice like a haunting dream in the middle of the nights singing ever so sweetly to her. Yes she knew he was there, he would always be there. Just as she knew that he would be at her side in a matter of moments. She knew he'd been waiting undoubtedly for the inevitable time that Raoul would no longer be glued to her side.

"Erik this shadow act of yours is growing old fast." She spoke out. Knowing he was near though she couldn't yet see him.

"As is your own my love, ignoring me like you have, It's bad manners you know." He stepped from the shadows that had been concealing him, entering her room and closing the bedroom door behind him. How exactly did he get in here she briefly wondered. Looking over him, he was just as seductive as always though a black mask was now on, making him look all the more dark, and mysterious. Why did he always have to look so good? She wondered

"Well I did hope that you would get the hint and leave me be, but it seems I may have overestimated your intelligence."

"I'm starting to have enough of these games Christine. I know you've wanted me just as much as I have you. And since we have sometime until the Vicomte returns I suggest we make full use of it." He walked purposely towards her. She stayed immobile and kept her face as emotionless as possible. "Come now Christine you cannot fool me, I was the one who taught you to mask your emotions remember."

Christine took a deep sigh. "Erik please no more of this. You had your way with me why can that not be enough?"

"I can never have enough of you Christine" he was touching her now, stroking her skin lightly as he spoke.

"I'm with Raoul," she told him weakly. But at the same time wanting so much to just give in.

"Good for you." That definitely wasn't the reply she had been expecting. "You can tell your self and the world that as much as you want for all I care, but I know the truth and you do deep inside as well."

"And what is this truth Erik? You who thinks they know my mind and heart"

"That your mine Christine, Body, heart and soul. You think marrying Raoul will banish me? You think a few empty vows will discourage me? You should know better my angel, there's nothing you can do to get rid of me. I'll be in your dreams, I'll be the one you see when he touches you, and it'll be my name you moan out as he makes love to you. But he'll never bring you the pleasure I can. When you fall asleep at night it'll be my arms that will hold you. I will haunt you until your death."

"Kind of melodramatic don't you think?"

"I've always had a flare for the dramatics."

"So I've noticed"

"This talk is beginning to bore me. Why do you insist on this mindless chatter, it only prolongs what you and I both know is bound to happen."

"No it won't. Not now, and not ever again." Erik only smiled as he sat on the bed next to her and began to caress her delicate skin while his lips dipped down to taste her soft neck.

"What ever you say Christine." He mumbled into her.

"I'm getting married to Raoul." She told him, while she tried weakly to pull away from him. He grabbed her harder and pulled her down to lie on the bed.

"No Christine you not." He moved him self over her and crushed his lips to hers. "Your mine" he growled possessively as he started to pull on her clothes. "Mine to use as I see fit, now stop fighting me and give in."

Christine obeyed. There was something in his voice that just took all the fight out of her. 'Why can't I resist him? What's this power he has over me?'

"It's love," he told her. She was startled how had he known what she was thinking?

"What?"

"This" he whispered. "What you're feeling right now it's love, I feel it to."

"Not love Erik, lust." What good was it to argue with her? She wouldn't allow herself to believe that this was love. Lust yes, but that was only part of it why couldn't she see that. Erik gave a sigh deciding not to argue with her. As of now; he had better things to attend to.

Christine lied there accepting him as he pressed into her. She sighed out at the feeling, It was wrong. Here she was allowing Erik to take her again, and in the bed she shared with Raoul. She was evil. How else could she explain it? Everything she was doing was evil allowing him into her, moaning with pleasure as he did it, clinging to his body with a need she'd never felt before.

"Your mine, my angel." He rasped out as he thrusted into her again. Pressing harder each time until she was crying out his name. She looked him straight in the eyes with coldness and power shinning out from her.

"I'll never be yours," she told him coldly as her legs tightened around his waist. Pulling him deeper. The look in her eyes unnerved him slightly but he continued his movements flawlessly.

"Then tell me to stop, tell me you don't want this and I'll go." He whispered into her ear. She bit down on his shoulder before replying.

"No don't stop, I do want this because it feels so good but that's it. This is what I want from you and nothing more." Erik pressed deeply into her at her words and pinned her arms above her head. He kept pressing until this time she cried out softly in pain.

"Don't assume to have the power here Christine. You can't use me, for I can use you just as fast." He moved inside her again until he reached his peak then quickly withdrew. Leaving Christine still wanting. Erik looked down at her and grinned.

"Now tell me Christine how does it feel to be the one used? How does it feel to be left wanting?" he asked her cruelly. She didn't reply. He pressed his hand into her and began to move it slowly emitting a moan from her.

"Ah but I am not as cruel as you Christine." He stroked her harder until she found her release. He then stood and pulled his clothes on as Christine stood watching. After a long silence she finally spoke.

"This doesn't change anything." She told him. His back was to her so she didn't see the smile spread across his face.

"Wrong again lover. This changes everything." With that he left. Leaving Christine to change the sheets that she had committed yet another sin in. She finished changing the bedding just as Raoul was arriving home.