Writer's block is terrible, but I got through it! Yay me, anyways as of right now this story will be rated Teen, but I'm not sure that it will stay that way. I will try to keep it at a teen rating. I do not own any of the characters, but the story plot is mine except for the details taken from the book/movie. Thanks everybody for the reviews its really encouraging!
Chapter 4
"What have I done?" he silently asked himself. He wished he could take everything back that he had just said even though deep down he knew it was for the best. No one could ever be happy with him. He was a monster incapable of being civilized or leading a normal life. It wasn't Christine's fault. He sat in his study holding his mask in his hands. The smooth white porcelain mocked his imperfection. It protected him and it damned him.
There was a knock at the door. He didn't want her to see him like this, a mess, but she did not wait for his reply. Christine stood at the doorway eyes swollen and face flushed from crying. Regardless she had never looked more beautiful. His eyes followed her form. She was wearing crimson dress that showed off her soft curves. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were deep and sorrowful. The sight of temptation that he found impossible to fight.
"Erik I want you to know something," she said as she slowly began to enter the room. " I want to stay here with you. You're not the horrible creature that you think you are and I know this. I don't fear you or pity you or hate you in anyway Erik!"
He took a deep breath and stared at her for a moment. He was waiting for her to say more but she seemed to be finished talking. She walked over to him and cradled his head in her hands before bending down and kissing his lips and then worked her way down to his neck. She leaned him back in his chair and sat on top of him kissing harder than before. He couldn't pull away, Erik had never known her to be so forward and was becoming lost in her new found passion, but then realization came over him, one that sent him reeling back from her embrace.
"What's the matter Love?" Christine asked with a surprised look on her face.
"What do you feel for me Christine?"
She looked back at him wide eyed and almost with a hurt look on her face. There was a moment of silence where they just stared at one another both looking for answers, but finding none. But it was a moment too long for Erik.
"That is what I thought. You feel nothing for me." He pushed her off of him and stood up heading for the door.
"Erik that's not true, please don't go!"
"It is time that you return Christine. I meant it when I said I no longer wish for you to stay. I will take you up now."
She could do nothing but obey and try to fight back the tears that stung her eyes. He didn't want her.
He wanted her, badly. She didn't need to try to seduce him, because he couldn't resist her. He had walked away for her sake. It was clear that she didn't love him and if he had stayed much longer he wouldn't have been able to control himself. He would have taken her, though he had no right to. Eventually Christine came out of the room saddened and very pale. Neither was willing to make eye contact. The boat ride back to the opposite side of the shore was silent. There was no need for words and no desire for them. They had just reached the mirror leading into Christine's dressing room when a soft whimper escaped Christine's lips.
"Erik why are..."
"Christine please, don't make this more difficult on yourself. Go." He slid the mirror open and held his hand out towards her bedroom.
Christine was shaken and almost in a state of shock. She turned back to get a last look at her angel of music, but he was gone leaving her once again in the dark.