PART TWO

As Erik prepared a drink for Christine she waited patiently in the living room. She couldn't stop shaking. What had she done? She had not only had sex with her captor, but she had betrayed the man she loved more than anything; Paul. How was she going to get out of this? This man had her at her knees! She was at his mercy and that was a place Christine did not wish to be at the moment.

Tears slowly slid down her face but she could not let Erik see them. When she heard him returning she wiped away her tears and scooted over so he had a place to sit down. When he returned to her and sat down he handed her a drink. "What is it?" she asked him. He pushed it closer to him. "Just drink it," he told her softly. Christine studied his face and she could have sworn she saw guilt and shame upon his face.

Christine turned away from him and took a sip of the dark liquid. It was mint tea. She continued to sip it slowly. When she finished it Erik took the mug away from her and they just starred at each other for a few moments. Suddenly, Erik leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Forget me." He said bluntly. Christine didn't understand. But when Erik pulled away and starred at her, her vision began to become blurry. She realized that Erik must've slipped her something.

Christine tried to get up but Erik stopped and she felt like she couldn't move anymore. The last thing she remembered was seeing Erik stand up and walk away.

"I think she's waking up." A familiar voice said. Everything was coming back to her now. Christine remembered having sex with Erik, drinking something and then falling asleep. Christine opened her eyes and her vision came back instantly. Standing above her was Paul, her father Raymond, and her friend Meg Gary. "Oh, thank god! She's awake." Raymond said rushing to her side and grasping her hand. Meg went to the end of the bed while Paul went to Christine's other side and took her other hand.

"We were so worried!" Meg said to Christine touching her foot. Christine smiled at the wonderful friends and family she had. "How… did I get here?" she asked groggily. "You were found in your apartment by a police officer." Raymond explained to her. She knew what Erik had done now. He must've known what a difficult situation he had gotten, not only himself, but both of them into. So, he decided to take action and return her.

Christine, for the first, felt like thanking Erik.

Later that evening Nick Fox came by to ask her if she remembered anything but Christine said that she only remembers waking up in a dark place and then going to sleep. She didn't know why she wanted to protect Erik. But, even though he had been sent to kill her she truly believes that he would've never hurt her.

Two months went by and there weren't any attempts on Christine's life. Nick had sent her to Paris with her friend Meg Gary to make sure she would stay safe and he also sent two F.B.I agents with the pair.

When the time came for the trial Christine was flown back to New York sooner than Meg. She stayed with her father in the suburbs until the day of the trial. As Christine was being transported to the court house she was becoming more and more nervous by the second. Nick was sitting next to her and took her hand. "It's going to be okay," he assured her.

When they pulled up to the courthouse hundreds of reporters were there, including one

named Celeste Wilcox. She was a blood thirsty witch of a woman who would stop at nothing to uncovering a story, or getting an interview. She was a wretched woman who was very existence was annoying.

As Christine walked toward the courthouse Pete "Hammer" O'Neal was walking toward the courthouse as well.

Across the street from the courthouse in an apartment building a figure dressed in black took aim with a sniper rifle at Christine's head. At the last second, when the man pulled the trigger, Christine was moved to the side and Nick was hit in the shoulder. Everyone in the crowd went insane. People screamed and ran for their lives.

"Nick, are you alright?" Christine asked as Nick covered her with his body and took out his gun. "Yeah I'm fine." He assured her. The firs thought that went through Christine's head was that Erik was trying to kill her again only this time he was actually going to go through with it this time. The firing continued and Nick fired back at where the firing was coming from.

Finally, the shooting from the window stopped and then started again. This time it was aiming not at Christine but at Pete O'Neal and this time he was shot through the neck and fell down the courthouse steps. Then the shoot stopped and a sniper rifle came flying out the apartment window and then a few moments later a body came flying out the as well.

It appeared to a man's body. "Jesus," Christine said turning to look away from the body. Nick put his arm around her and buried her face in his shoulder. "Can I go home now?" she whispered. Nick smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "I'm afraid not," he whispered back. He helped her up when they were sure it was safe and she took a look at his arm and kept pressure on it until the paramedics came.

Christine sat in her small living room with Paul sitting next to her. "I just want it to end." She said sighing deeply. Paul put his arm around her and she laid her head on his shoulder. "I know," he whispered kissing her temple. Suddenly Christine's phone rang and she got up and answered it. "Hello?" she asked trying not to sound depressed. "I'm sorry you had to see that today," she heard a familiar deep voice say.

Christine through she felt her heart stop for a moment or two. "Really?" she said, trying to play it cool but wasn't doing a very good job. "Yeah so I want to make it up to you. How about I come by tonight." He suggested. Christine couldn't believe how bold Erik was being, but then again it was Erik. "Uh… okay. Then I can ask you a few things." She continued.

"Sure, make up an excuse for your blonde friend in the living room who's watching-oh, it looks like Star Trek." Erik said before hanging up. Christine couldn't believe what she had just heard. Was he watching them? He must be! How else could he know where Paul was, his hair color, or what he was watching?

Christine went into the living room. "Paul, I'm getting tired. I'll see you tomorrow?" she suggested. Paul shook his head and got up from the red sofa and kissed her goodbye. "I love you." He whispered against her lips. "I love you too." She said back to him, trying to mean it. Paul grabbed his coat and left the apartment.

Waiting for Erik was annoying. It was as if he was taking his sweet old time on purpose. About ten minutes after getting Erik's call she heard someone knock on her door. She walked slowly to door and opened it halfway since the chain lock was holding the rest of it close. She saw Erik standing there, dressed in stylish black of course, and wearing his half white mask, which she was still curious about.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" Erik asked her coolly. Christine shook her head. "Give me one good reason why I should." Christine challenged. Erik smirked and leaned against the door. "Because if you don't I'll kick it open and ravish you so hard that the whole world will know." He threatened. His threat made her scared and yet it excited her at the same time. Paul never talked like that. He was a very gentle person who never got angry.

But Erik and Paul were two very different people and it was stupid for Christine to even compare the two. Christine closed the door for a moment and then completely unlocked it and let Erik in. He walked in casually and she closed the door behind him. "Your apartment is nice of course it looks different when you're not being shot at." Erik commented. Christine shrugged. "And when a man isn't pointing a gun in your face and hauling you down several flights of stairs." She said crossing her arms over her chest.

Erik shrugged as she did. "I wasn't going to kill you. I've never hurt a woman in my entire life." Erik told her honestly. Christine scoffed and shook her head. "Oh, and I suppose that is supposed to make me feel better?" she questioned. She walked pass him and into the kitchen where she had been making a fruit salad when he knocked.

Erik walked over to her and stood behind her.

Before she had time to react Erik grasped her hands and held them (palms down) on the tile counter, so that her ass was in direct contact with his erection. Christine fought to get her hands free but he was just too strong and was holding her down too tight.

She bit her lower lip when she felt Erik's lips come in contact with the skin of her neck. She moaned softly as he began to grind himself slowly against her ass.

"Stop it," she hissed trying to get away. She heard Erik chuckle darkly. "What? And miss out on this." He said before he gave her a harsh grind. Erik continued to kiss her neck passionately and when Christine let out a long moan he turned her around in his arms, held her tightly against him and crushed his mouth over her own. Christine pressed her hands to his chest but was only turned on even more when she felt his hard muscles beneath her hands.

Erik pulled her from the counter and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. Christine pushed his black leather jacket from his body and began unbuttoning his shirt. Erik's lips latched onto Christine's neck and sucked hard on her pulse point. Erik's hand made its way up her shirt and grasped her breast.

When they reached the bedroom Erik lay Christine down gently on the bed and climbed on top of her body and began to unzip her jeans and then yanked them from her body leaving in only her white button up blouse and underwear. Erik then dimmed down the lights before he crawled over to her and pulled her closer to him and then tore her panties from her body. Erik then pulled her top off and then removed her bra so she was completely naked before.

Christine's hands went to Erik's pants and unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his pants. Erik got up from the bed and took out his wallet and removed a condom and placed it over it hard member t and then returned to the bed. Christine could barely see him on top of her. Suddenly, and very surprisingly, Erik became very gentle with her. He took his time touching her body and feeling every part of her. Christine's hand went to his mask and attempted to take it off but he stopped her.

"Don't, please," he pleaded to her. Christine nodded her. "When you want to show me, I won't judge you no matter what." She promised him. He leaned down and claimed her lips in a searing passionate kiss. As Erik kissed her he entered her slowly and lovingly.

Christine gasped against his lips as he began to gently move inside of her.

His thrusts were slow and long and made Christine tingle all over and made her moan long and blissfully. After a few minutes Christine shattered over him and he came a few moments after her. The next thing Christine knew was she had fallen asleep in Erik's arms.

When Christine woke up it was four thirty in the morning and to her surprise Erik was still in bed with her. He must have been awake because he began kissing the back of her neck. Christine sat up and turned around to face him. Christine starred at him for a moment. His eyes (at the last she could fully see) were open and drowsy looking. She leaned forward and kissed him gently, briefly running her tongue along his own before pulling away.

"Don't you have work?" she asked him. Erik smirked at her. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" he said to her. She shook her head and smiled. "No, I was just wondering." She said lying down next to him and laying her head on his shoulder.

Erik kissed the top of her head. "No." he answered before closing his eyes. Even though Christine felt terrible about what she had done-again-she couldn't help but feel safe in his arms. "Erik, why did you come back?" she asked him boldly. She heard and felt Erik sigh deeply. "That is a… good question, Christine. When I have an answer you'll be the first to know." Erik said, almost sounding as if he had made a joke. But Christine wanted a serious answer from him.

She had a feeling that he did not come here just for a fuck. It felt like it had been so much more that. If he had wanted that he could've had sex with her the way they did last. But he didn't. He was gentle and loving and completely unlike himself. And it felt wonderful.

Christine sat up once more and faced Erik. "I'm serious. Why did you come back?" she asked him, getting annoyed. Erik sat up and angrily pulled back the blanket covering them.

And in the darkness he began getting dressed. "Why must you ruin everything, Christine!" he bellowed at her. Christine's mouth hung open. Why was he avoiding the question? Christine looked away from him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Me? I can't believe you! What the hell did I ruin?" she demanded from him with out looking at him. Even in the darkness she was sure he would be able to see her tears of pain and sadness.

"You ruined my life," he hissed. This time Christine looked at him. She slowly rose from the, marched over to him and smacked him across his face. Everything seemed to have stopped after she had smacked him. Christine had never hit anyone in her entire life. And she knew that Erik would be the type of man who would not react well to a slap to the face. But at the moment Christine didn't care. She couldn't what a child he was being. It was very sad and pathetic.

Erik was still in shock that Christine had slapped him. In an instant that one slap brought back memories. Memories he wished to leave dead and buried with his sorted and traumatic past. But in that one instant she had brought them all back. They were flooding in, like water over a broken dam. Erik's first reaction was to slap her, but he had never harmed a woman in his life. Then his second reaction was to at least push out of his way, but she could fall and hurt herself.

He hadn't meant in when he said she had ruined his life. What life? If anything she made him feel again, she made him want to actually live again. Erik starred at Christine. She was obviously puzzled he hadn't taken any kind of action yet. But before he could react Christine moved closer and wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. Erik slowly wrapped his own arms around her. "You didn't… ruin my life." He whispered to her. She nodded her head. "I don't know if I can say the same about you." She told him. Erik and Christine looked at each other for a few moments before they moved in to kiss each other but Erik pulled away from her and finished getting dressed.

Christine sat down on the bed and wrapped herself in one of her white sheets. When Erik had finished getting dressed Christine walked him to the door. Erik stood in the doorframe and Christine stood in her apartment. "Bye," he said to her painfully. Christine nodded her head. "Bye," she said back to him. Before he left Erik leaned in and kissed her gently on her lips. Christine placed her hands on both sides of his waist and Erik's hands were on her shoulders.

It was one of the best, if not the best, kiss Christine had ever had in her life. It was slow, but deep and passionate. When they finally pulled away Christine had stop herself from gasping for air and to just breathe slowly. Erik leaned his forehead against her own for a lovely moment or two before slowly moving away from her and walking down the hall and to the elevator.

Christine didn't watch him go, it was too painful. She went into her apartment and into her bedroom and lay down on the bed. She closed her eyes and did her best not to cry. She didn't want to! She didn't want to fall in love! But it was just too late. She had. She had fallen in love with Erik.

Three days later

Christine sat at her desk trying to draw a new design but she just couldn't. She couldn't think straight anymore. Ever since she had "confirmed" her feelings for Erik she could think of nothing but him. And she hated herself greatly for being such a… whore. She was supposed to be in with Paul and no one else! But she had fallen under Erik's spell and it seemed as though there was nothing and no one that could help her.

At the moment Christine felt her phone go off in her pocket and she answered it. "Hello?" she said. "Are you free tonight?" she recognized Erik's voice immediately, as always. She felt her body begin to tingle at the sound of his dark, sexy voice. "Yes," she answered him as she began to draw. "Good, then you can meet me tonight. I left the directions on your kitchen counter, I hope you don't mind." Erik said.

Christine wasn't that surprised Erik would break into her home, unless he had stolen her keys and made a spare, but wouldn't surprise her either. "I don't mind, next time you can ask though." She told him. Christine looked up and saw her boss coming her way. "I have to go. See you tonight at… eight." She said and hung up.

When Christine returned home Celeste Wilcox was waiting out side her door. "Can I help you?" Christine asked the annoying woman. "Yes, is it true you were sent to Paris France as precaution so you wouldn't be murdered?" the woman asked. How did she know that Christine went to Paris? It was rather creepy. "That's none of your business." Christine said taking out her keys and unlocking her door. "Well, that answer just leads me to believe that it's the truth." Celeste went on. Christine opened her door and slammed it in Celeste's pointing face.

When Christine turned around she gasped and dropped her keys. Her entire apartment was covered in red and white roses. No doubt it was Erik because Paul was gone on business again. Christine went into her bedroom and changed into a sleek blue dress with small straps. She pulled her hair back into a long pony tail and did her make-up with pale pink eye shadow.

Christine went into her kitchen and found directions to an apartment building. She was about to call a cab when the phone rang. Christine answered it. "Miss Lennox, your car is here." A man said. Christine went to the window and looked out to see a black limo waiting there with the driver out side on his cell phone. "Thank you," she said hanging up. Christine grabbed her shall and purse and went down to the limo.

The driver opened the door for her and she got in. She handed the driver the directions and he drove her to the destination. When they reached the spot the driver gave her his number to call when she wanted to return home. Christine thanked him went up to the apartment which was on the very top floor. When she arrived at the door she hesitated to knock but decided to anyway.

When the door opened Erik was standing there waiting for her. "Hey," he said to her, sweeping his eyes over her beautiful figure. She of course did the same to him. "Hey," she said back. Erik moved aside and let her in. The apartment was ten times bigger than her own was. It had an amazing view of the city. Erik closed the door and locked it. He walked up behind her and took her shall from her shoulders. Christine shivered when his hands made contact with her bare skin.

After removing her shall he wrapped his arms around her front and pulled her softly against him. "Why did you ask me here?" she asked him, touching her hands to his.

"I wanted to see you." He told her softly as he began softly kiss her neck again. "Erik, we can't keep doing this." She said twisting away from him. "This isn't right. It's not fair to Paul." She said to him. Erik rolled his eyes at the mention of that boy's name. "Tell me Christine, does that boy know how to love you?" he asked her.

Christine looked away from Erik. "That isn't fair, Erik. I love Paul. He's a wonderful, gentle man. He's not brutal like you are." She said to him. Erik ran a hand through his hair. "Anything else?" he demanded turning his back to her. "Yes, he tells me the truth and he doesn't keep secrets from me. Another virtue you happen to be missing." She said boldly.

Erik turned around to face her. He began to walk toward her and she began to walk back. But before she could get away he grasped her wrist and hauled her with him toward a room. It later turned out to be Erik's bedroom. He pulled her in front of what looked like a mirror covered in a black sheet. Erik held Christine in front of the mirror with her back pressed against his chest.

"No secrets, Christine? Fine, I'll show you what you've been to see." Erik hissed into her ear. Christine's arm was beginning to hurt in Erik's forceful grip. Erik tore away the sheet and then his hand went to his mask. He turned away from her for a moment before pushing his mask from his face and then turning back to the mirror. Christine couldn't help her eyes widening when she saw his face.

She's eyes glazed over with tears when she saw the right side of his face. It was red and looked like it was burnt to the point of deformation. Christine tried to look away but he turned her face back to the mirror so she could look. "Look! Look at what you wanted to see, Christine!" he yelled at her. Christine did look and she saw his eyes glazing over with tears. Suddenly, Erik spun her around to face him and pulled her harder against him. "This, this, is this real me! This is the real Erik! This is a monster." he shouted at her.

But Christine didn't see a monster. She saw a tortured soul. She saw a broken man. She saw many things in those pleading eyes, but not once did she see a monster. And Erik might have believed it, but now that she had seen his face she found herself wanting to love him even more than she already did. Christine leaned up and pressed her lips to his.

Erik's lips parted against hers. Christine lips traveled from his lips, to his chin, and neck.

She softly bit his racing pulse point like he had done to her the last time they were together. Christine began to unbutton his shirt and kissed and sucked on his neck as she did so. The two times they were together he had made love to her, but tonight she wanted to make love to him and only him. Christine pushed his shirt off of him when she had gotten it completely unbuttoned. She slowly pushed Erik down onto the bed and straddled his waist.

Christine began kissing his lips slowly, teasing his lips and mouth with her tongue. Erik groaned softly as she rubbed her tongue slowly against his own. Christine pushed Erik onto his back completely and began kissing her way down his chest. Erik closed his eyes and breathed heavily as she kissed his body. Christine's hands unbuttoned and then unzipped Erik's pants and she pulled them from his body.

She then pulled his black boxers off of his body so that he was completely naked. Christine got up from the bed and removed all of her clothing and then returned to him on the bed. Christine went back to kissing and worshiping his body. Erik groaned deep within his throat when Christine took his hard length into her wet, warm mouth. Erik grasped her hair in his hands and began to slowly thrust his aching shaft into her mouth.

When Erik felt he was about to come he stopped her and pulled her on top of his body. Christine straddled him once more and slid down onto his length. They both gasped at the same time. Erik moved into a sitting position and began thrusting himself hard into Christine. She began to move with him. Erik then crushed his mouth over Christine's he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Christine continued to ride him hard.

She loved making love this way. It made her feel powerful and sexy. Christine felt herself to come. It was only a matter of time now. Erik rolled her onto her back and continued pumping hard into her until she screamed when climaxed.

Erik held himself back still and continued thrusting hard causing Christine moaned louder. "Oh… God…Erik!" she whimpered softly. "Yes….Yes…" she whimpered as he fucked her. Erik teeth grazed over her neck until he bit down on her collarbone causing a bruise. Finally, Erik thrust himself into her two or three more times before he emptied himself inside of her.

Christine knew this was wrong but she couldn't stop herself from wanting him all the time. He truly had put some kind of spell over her.

End of PART TWO