Alright, I'm posting the next chapter cos I'm bored. Here goes.
Chapter 9
Erik's face suddenly closed, and he leapt to his feet. Christine stared up at him, surprised, as he ran his hands through his hair. In one fluid movement, she stood up, not moving from the same place she had sat in. She could feel his breath blowing gently against her forehead.
Once again, Christine could feel that melting sensation, and imagined how her head would feel, resting against his chest. There was something very intoxicating about being this close to Erik, and Christine felt the ability to think clearly fly out the window.
Her head was beginning to get sort of heavy when she felt her chin being roughly grabbed and lifted to meet Erik's. Christine gave a little gasp at the feeling of his skin meeting hers.
His eyes, now ice chips of amber, bored into hers. "Do you know what this means!" He began laboriously, his lips brushing hers in an almost-kiss as he spoke. "Do you understand, that since I am now the Phantom, you are to fear me!"
Christine stared in to anger and disappointment, the only visible emotions in Erik's eyes. Her ability to think had come back, but she found that now she was thinking too much. "Erik—" she began, trying to pull her face away from his, but he refused to let go.
"Erik," she said desperately. "You said you thought we needed to change something! Let it be your behavior, then!"
Erik blinked, and Christine could tell she had hit something. He made as if to let go of her chin, and then suddenly gripped it tighter, pulling her even closer to him.
Christine's eyes had drifted to his lips, and now she cautiously moved them up to meet his eyes, not expecting to see the sadness there.
"Oh, Christine…" he sighed. "Don't you see? We've been brought back here only for me to be betrayed and left behind again."
Christine said slowly, "You can't be betrayed if you're not in love with me… You're not, are you?"
"How casually you ask that!" Erik murmured, evading her question. He began to absently run his thumb back and forth over her jaw.
Christine felt her eyes beginning to close. She was so tired…
It was when she felt a kiss placed on her hair and a masked cheek resting upon her curls that her eyes jerked open. "Urgh!" She pushed herself away from him and fled, stumbling down the stairs to her dormitory, more afraid of her own feelings than anything else.
Erik sagged against the wall behind him. His lips still tingled from where they had brushed Christine's hair. There is something most definitely wrong about being back in this time, Erik thought, frustrated. Because dammit, if I'm not falling in love with her!
Darkness faded into the Silent Room as a cloud floated across the moon. Standing solitary in this darkness, Erik began to feel a sort of linking, as his past and present self began to join. Two halves of a soul became one, and with them came the winds of time, swirling around Erik and whispering to him, only to leave their imprint and fade away.