Chapter 3:
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A/N: First of all, I would like to apologise for how long it took to publish this chapter, but lately school has just been taking up a lot of my time. But now the chapter is done, and I hope it falls in to everyone's liking :) And, it hasn't been beta read, so I'm sorry for any mistakes there might be. And if anybody should be confused then I made a mistake with this chapter when I first posted it, but now it should be alright.
Just a little reminder of the ending in the last chapter: She looked up in his eyes, and at once his heart was stinging with the hurt in her eyes. He then took her face in his large hands, and tenderly caressed her cheekbone.
"You are so beautiful. And you are mine." He said with an intimidating voice.
He then gently brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, and at that she started to tremble a little.
"I will never let anyone hurt you." He whispered lightly against her cheek.
A trace of salty water was left on Christine's face, as a single tear rolled down it. The Phantom wiped the tear away, with the backside of his right hand. Slowly, Christine leaned into his loving touch. So beautiful… So fragile. And mine. Christine closed her eyes, in a passionate way. She started to relax under his touch.
"No one will ever feel for you like I do my angel. No one will ever hear you the way I do, or touch you like I. I love you Christine." With a husky voice, the Phantom had just laid out his heart and soul. Now he could do nothing but wait for some kind of respond.
Christine looked up at the man before her with sympathy and confusion written in her face.
She leaned up to him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He couldn't move. It was as if someone had put a spell on him. She then leaned up to him again. But this time the kiss wasn't short and soft.
It was like they were both sucking the life out of the other person. They released a shared passion in that rough, but yet sentimental kiss. When they finally withdrew from the kiss, they were both panting for air. The Phantom's hands had crawled around Christine's waist, and were now holding her firmly.
Her eyes suddenly fell to the ground.
Why did I kiss him! Did I not think! Could I really have been blinded in such way, by the words coming out of his mouth? Now he will never let me go, unless… Unless I convince him, that it was a mistake. Convince him that I can never love him. Cause I can't! Right? No! I do not love him. I just feel sorry for him, and there's a big difference! Christine's head were spinning with different thoughts of what had just happened.
"I-I've never…." The Phantom stuttered.
His eyes were glistening with a beauty Christine had never seen before. She needed to get away now, before it was too late, to break free from his charming words, and his beautiful promises.
"I shouldn't have done that. Don't think that I..." Christine lost track of words, as she looked at his suddenly saddened eyes.
"I'm sorry." That was all she could get out.
He let go off Christine's waist with a sudden move.
"I should have known!" He said in an upset way.
"I should have known you could never love a…" He was starting to walk back and forth in the room." a monster like me…" He had lowered his voice, so that he now sounded like a little hurt boy.
"You are not a monster!" Christine was upset as well.
"Then why? Is it because of that imbecile Raoul!" He said the name Raoul with such hate, that Christine would not have thought a human could have said it if she wasn't in the same room, as the man who just said it.
"He doesn't deserve you Christine." He whispered the words with such fragility that she thought she would fall to the ground.
"And you do?" She whispered the words as well. Yes, she was definitely drawn to him, but that didn't mean he could force her into loving him against her will. Cause she was only drawn to him. That was all, for sure! She could never love him… Could she?
He didn't deserve her, and he knew it. If only… If only she could see beyond the monster in me, and admire the music my heart create. If only. She only feels pity for me… She could never love me like a woman would love a real man… I'm a monster. I know it, and she knows it, but she just won't admit it… She hasn't seen my face yet, that's the reason I'm sure. When she takes a single look at my face she will forever repulse me. I cannot let that happen…
"No I don't." The phantom honestly answered to Christine's smooth face. "I know I don't… But still I need you with me. Forgive me…" Christine looked upon the phantom's face. One half of the face extremely handsome and mysterious, and the other side covered with a simple white mask.
Christine just looked at him. Pity filled the tears in her eyes, pity and something else the phantom could not figure out. The phantom then looked down, embarrassed under his angel's glare.
"What's under your mask?" She asked to get off the topic.
"My monster." The phantom answered as true as he could, without revealing too much.