Ok, I kept my promise, one week later I am updating :). Please welcome with open arms………..ANGRY ERIK AND SCAREDY-CAT RAOUL. Woo Hoo.

Chapter Ten

Erik burst through the mirror, startling Christine.

"We're leaving." He ordered.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and dragged her down the hall, leading to the lake.

"Erik! Ow! Erik, your hurting me!", Christine struggled, trying to break free from his unending grasp.

"What did I tell you, Christine?" he yelled, as he forcefully jerked her into the boat. "I gave you simple instructions; I told you that you may do as you please. I allowed you to sing at the Opera House, on one condition: you stay away from the Vicomte. You disobeyed me Christine. I tried to treat you like an adult, but you insist on behaving like a child. And so, I'm going to need to punish you like a child."

"Punished?" Christine questioned, as she stepped out of the boat. "You can't punish me, I-"

"Don't you dare", he warned, towering over her. As she looked into his eyes, she didn't recognize them as the same eyes she saw the night before, when she was begging him to make love to him. These eyes were full of anger, betrayal and hate. She didn't dare disobey those eyes.

He took her by the elbow, and walked her into her room.

"Take off your dress. Leave your undergarments on."

Too frightened to argue, Christine did as she was instruct; her hands shaking the entire time.

He threw her onto the bed. She shook at his fury; she'd never seen him in the state he was in now. He swung one leg over her body and straddled her. She winced at his weight being pushed on her.

"Oh, are you uncomfortable my dear? You could have fooled me last night." He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "It must be said my dear, I've never found you as desirable as I do now." He began to kiss her neck violently, as if he were stating his claim. His arms traveled to touch hers, and before she could fight back, he was tying them above her head to the bed post.

"I'll be in later tonight. In the mean time, you are to think about what a disobedient whore you are."

"But Erik, my arms, they are in pain. How am I to stay here all night?"

"Yes, Christine, you should be in pain. Pretty soon the blood will begin to drain out of your hands. Beginning with the wrists, then palms, then finally your fingertips will be void of blood. And then you will know how it feels to have hands as cold as death. And then there can be nothing to separate us."

Christine looked at him in horror. What was he doing this for? What did he have planned next?

Erik turned and left the room.

He walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. This had gone on long enough. He had to prove to her how serious he was about her obedience. If she didn't obey him now, why would she tomorrow? Or any other day for that matter? No, now was the time she would learn. And then they would be happy together for the rest of their lives, the way they were before the Vicomte had been brought back into the woodwork.

Erik heard a noise. It was water, splashing from the lake. He stood and saw the Vicomte, pathetically trying to find his way through the lair.

"You! Where is she? I know you've kidnapped her again! Where is she?"

"My good sir, please calm yourself. Who is this women of which you speak?", answered Erik, coyly.

"Shut up! You know very well I'm talking about Christine. If she's hurt, I swear to you-"

"Excuse me sir, I'm not entirely sure that's how one behaves when they are a guest in someone's home. And as for Christine, I hate to tell you that I don't know where she is. I've been looking for her, just as you have. But if you happen to run into her, will you please give her a message that her Angel misses her terribly. I do appreciate it."

"You're lying. Do you think I'm an idiot? I know she's hidden in her somewhere." Raoul defiantly replied.

"My dear boy, if Christine were here, I would be with her, not wasting my time conversing with you. Trust me. As it is though, I am late for an appointment, so if you wouldn't mind, I think you can find your way out." answered Erik. As much as he loathed the boy he spoke to, he didn't know if he wanted to kill him. Not just yet anyhow.

"I'll not leave until Christine is by my side."

Erik boiled inside. By her side? Was he not just by her side, moments ago, trespassing on his property?

"It seems to me you've been by her side plenty." Erik replied.

"You're disgusting. You think because you can control and command her voice, you have power over her heart. That's where you are sorely mistaken. Christine loves me, and I swear on my father's grave, I will save her from your eternal hell."

"One more word, boy, one more, and I promise you if I ever find Christine she will be dead within the hour."

Raoul awkwardly stepped back, tripping over the rocks that were behind him.

"I'll be back! I swear it." And with that, the Vicomte stumbled out of the lair, scared out of his wits.

"What an idiot." Erik mumbled under his breath.

He went to his organ, and worked on music for a few hours. He dreadfully wanted to rush into Christine's room and release her from the bonds, as he knew she must be in pain. He couldn't let himself think of his beloved in pain. He furiously clamored the ivory keys, letting his anger inspire his music. After hours past, he grew impatient, and practically ran to her room. She was sleeping, with her arms still placed above her head. He examined the ropes, and noticed the threads were beginning to run. She had obviously struggled with the restraints.

"Stubborn to the end", he joked. He untied the ropes, and noticed a red outline around her delicate wrists. He soothed them with his lips, hoping to kiss her pain away. Her chest heaved up and down, her breasts mockingly rising to him, then pulling away.

He dropped to his knees and pulled a box out from under the bed. It was covered with a thick layer of dust. He wiped it away, to reveal the marking he had inscribed on it years ago: Christine's.

He opened the fragile box, and pull out a white dress, fitted to match Christine's exact body measurements. He climbed back onto the bed and lifted Christine's back. She wearily awoke from her sleep."

"What's going on? I though I heard Raoul….", she murmured.

"Hush. Let me put this on you and everything will be fine." Erik said as he slipped the dress over her head.

"What is this?", Christine's senses began to sharpen. "This isn't mine. This is a wedding dress."

"Yes it is, please put your arm through here," he calmed.

"What's going on? What are you doing?"

"You mean 'What are we doing'. We are going to be wed Christine. I've decided it's the best thing for you. To give you some structure in your life. You obviously need it. Now please stand, so I can fasten the back fixings."

Christine's eye's filled with tears. This was it. What everything had been leading up to. She couldn't say she didn't somewhat expect it, after all the relations they had had recently.

She rose and grasped the bed post, as her Angel bound her in her wedding gown. Part of her wanted to dart for the door. To find Raoul; she knew she had heard his voice when she was lying in a half asleep manner. But the savage side of her wanted to stay with her Angel for eternity, sing with him, touch him. That side won her over and she stood obediently as he gently fastened the dress behind her.

Once again, I wrote this in one night! I deserve a gold star…:gives self gold star:. Hope you guys liked this one, I got to bring back angry Erik, which I must say I love.

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