If theirs to be a wedding

I'm so sorry it took so long my computers been broken and I dodn't have a word program. But it's finally kinda fixed except I no longer have a virus detector thing but oh well. So here it is and I'm gonna try to update it frequently or maybe I'll finish it by tomorrow now that exams r done. Well plz review!

"Oh you're so beautiful." Meg gushed as she stared in awe at Christine dressed in a beautiful white gown. It was as white as snow and made of delicate silk. It had short sleeves that fell off the shoulders. It was low cut and tight until it reached her waist where it then flowed down to her feet. Her veil was long and trailed along the floor. Her hair was down with flowers pinned into it. She looked her self over in the full-length mirror in a silver frame that stood before her.

"I suppose it's just white seems a little, a little untruthful."

"Christine you didn't" Meg gasped.

"Hush its not that important."

"I suppose not if you're to be married anyway. What difference would it make? He is to be your husband so I'm sure it still counts."

Christine shifted her eyes to the floor, not wanting to meet Megs in the mirror.

"Right Christine?"

"Yes, yes Raoul and me. Raoul who is going to be my husband."

"It was just Raoul wasn't it?" Meg asked becoming suspicious of her friend's strange behaviour.

"What? Yes who else would there be?" Christine asked faking innocence. She met Meg's eyes in the mirror and tried to make herself look innocent, at least she hoped she looked innocent and not as guilty as sin, which she was.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"There is no one else." Christine said quickly, causing Meg to gasp.

"Oh my! There was someone else? There is!" Meg cried out. "You were with someone else? Who?" Christine quickly moved to her friend and pressed her hand to her mouth.

"Keep your voice down" she hissed at her. "Someone will hear you."

"Who was it?" Meg asked when Christine finally released her. "You must tell me"

"Meg please this is hardly the time nor place. We are in a house of worship."

"And it is the God and Goddess who made us this way, they condone it. It's the priests that make those virtuous rules. Now speak." Christine took a breath and turned back towards the mirror. She checked her reflection and smoothed out her dress.

"Christine?" Meg asked growing impatient.

"I imagine you remember the circumstances of the opera ghost?" she began her voice completely monotone.

"Yes" Meg whispered. "When he took you below? Oh he didn't? I mean to say he didn't force himself upon you did he?" Meg asked fear growing inside her.

"No, no not then but you see a while ago I met him again and well…" Christine told her the adulterated version of her story leaving out the tortures and the chains. But even with the edited story Meg still seemed greatly disturbed.

"And all this time? You're still going to be with him?"

"It's awful I know, but at the same time its so exhilarating. I experience things with him I never thought possible."

"It's not awful, it is your life and your body and you should be free to do with it as you wish."

"Yes that's true."

"Do you love him Christine" Meg asked.

"Who Raoul? Of course I wouldn't be marrying him if I didn't." Christine said quickly.

"You know who I met."

"No, no its, he's just addicting that's all." Meg was unconvinced but let the subject drop anyway. "And what of him? Does he love you?"

"Oh he says he does, and maybe its true but what can be done for it? In two hours I will be married and he shall have to move on."

"You really think he will?"

"What other choice does he have?"

"Oh Christine be careful. You know better than anyone what he is capable of when it comes to you." Meg told her clearly worried.

"Don't fear dear Meg, I can handle Erik." She told her as she headed out of the room.

"That's what I'm afraid of." Meg whispered before she too left, to follow Christine.

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"It won't be to much longer now. Are you sure you want to do this?" Meg asked

"Well it's to late to back out now." Christine told her growing more nervous every moment. Nervous of getting married, nervous that Erik would show up and do something to try and stop it, and nervous that he wouldn't.

Meg laughed "I'll take that as a yes. Now I really do hate to leave you alone but I must get ready I shouldn't be gone to long."

"Alright, its ok, go." Christine told her as she watched her hurry away to get ready.

"And now we play the waiting game." She whispered to her self as she paced around the church.

"No more waiting my dear." A voice said as she was pulled into a small room, and the door was shut behind her. "I'm right here."

Christine pulled out of the arms that held her and moved away. "Damn it Erik. You scarred me half to death."

"Ah yes that would be a shame. You wouldn't be nearly as much fun dead."

"What are you doing here? I thought people like you burned up when you enter these sort of places." Erik just laughed.

"You know what I'm doing here, besides if I were destined to burst into flames you'd be right there beside me burning. Or have you forgotten who's been on top of you all this time? You are not free of sin your self future Vicomtess."

"So you've finally acknowledged that I'm getting married?" she asked choosing not to comment on his other remarks.

"I'm afraid not I just enjoy reminding you or your constant betrayal. Your still not getting married, though I must say you are looking extra virginal today" he told her as he moved toward her, she took a step back with everyone he took until the wall was pressed against her back. "I don't know what it is? It could be the dress though." He kept moving until he was pressed against her. "But we both know your anything but don't we my angel?" he whispered into her ear sending chills down her back just as he moved his hand into the slit in her dress and began to slowly move his hand upwards.

"Erik don't" she told him.

"I never get tired of hearing you say that." He told her as his lips began to probe her delicate flesh. She moaned slightly as his hand continued its caress. "Come away with me." He whispered to her, it took her a moment to realise he had spoken.

"I can't" was her rasped reply. She was no longer resisting him. "You know I can't"

"But you can. I know you don't want to do this, it's not to late." His lips moved down her throat and along her collarbone.

"I love Raoul." She told him, at her words his caress became more brutal and his lips clung to hers hungrily

"No you don't" he told her kissing her harder

"I do" she told him as she tried to break away from him but he held her harder. "Erik please were in a church."

"And you're an angel I think its rather fitting." Christine pulled away even though she wanted so much to stay. Slowly she moved away from him and watched as his face filled with sadness.

"Christine" he pleaded. "Please don't do this."

"Erik I have to, I'm going to." She moved towards the door. Then turned right before it. "I'm sorry my angel, I really am." She opened the door and was about to step out when he called out after her.

"Christine wait" she turned and he moved swiftly towards her. For a moment he just stared down at her before he placed his hand on her cheek and brought his lips slowly to hers, giving her plenty of time to pull away. For once he wasn't demanding a kiss he was requesting one. He brushed his lips lightly against hers and waited for her to respond and slowly her lips moved against his and he kissed her gently and deeply before he allowed her to pull away. His eyes stared intently into hers as she backed out of the room and with that she was gone.