Chapter 5
"Erik, Erik." Katie called out in her sleep, trying to push the haunting image from her mind.
Her frail body collapsed on the ground, as she dug her manicured nails into the soft, freshly turned earth. She couldn't except it, he wouldn't do such a thing to her, he knew how much she needed him.
"Erik." Her tears moistened the ground beneath her, where her angel lays.
"Erik." She rolled around on her makeshift bed on the floor, grasping at her blanket.
"Go to bed Lotte." Mandi asked hazily, "It's 3am." She tossed her stuffed bear at Katie, then returned to her slumber. Katie sat up and yawned. She looked around at her three friends, all peacefully passes out on the floor of her room. It took her by surprise that even Mandi was asleep, she was known to go days on end without it. She rubbed her temples and silently cursed her mind for it's malcontent.
"Can't I go one night without dreaming of him?" She spoke to herself, then accompanied her words with a sigh.
"Katie." She heard Tarek's voice sing in her ear.
"Tarek?" She stood up, and looked around for her tutor.
"Katie." This time his voice called from her door. Reluctantly she followed it, carefully stepping over Meg and Steph's sleeping forms. She was met by a tall, dark figure, beaconing her forward. His took her hand in his, and lead her away from the safety of her home, into the dark streets. Without realizing it, she began to sing to her dark capturer.
la nuit dan sommeil
se glisse un homme
sa voix eclate en moi- sa voix me somme
serait un reve encore - mais cette fois
je sais que le fantom de l'opera - est la en moi
The figure looked back at her, their bright golden eyes flickering in the moon light. She stopped for a moment, reason starting to fill her innocent mind. She wondered who he was, or were he was taking her. He knew she was regaining her control, and quickly snatched her back into his controlling grasp with his voice.
le sois la scene est mis- nost chants se melent
ma main me mots ma voix- je t'ensorcelle
et si ton doux regard - se pard par fois
tu sais que le fantom de l'opera - est la - en toi
Katie stumbled on some sort of pebble, slightly injuring her bare foot. She began to fall forward, but he caught her, then picked her up, and carried her. If she hadn't already succumbed to his every will, she did now, being in his arms. He was remarkably strong, but his limbs were thinner than she expected them to be, with such hidden strength. He held her close to his chest, so that she could feel his heart beat. It seems to play along with his voice, to the rhythm of the song, but she knew that was just her imagination.
ceux qui vous voientent en face - sont pris d'effroi
je suis un masque pour vous
je suis ton voix
His voice surrounded her, as he placed her down upon a silk bed.
"Katie, I have taught you for months, and watched you even longer." He leaned over her, so that his face was only inches from her own. She stared back at his. She recognized his face, but couldn't place where she had seen his piercing gold eyed, shaggy raven hair, and handsome young face, then, it hit her. She had painted him, that day during her art class. She reached to touch his cheek, to make sure he was real, and that she wasn't dreaming.
"Every day I saw you, I wanted you. I wanted you to know me, to like me. I wanted to feel your flesh against mine, your body trembling beneath me, but I couldn't let you see me, your to perfect for a bastard like me, too young and innocent. That's why I wanted you to go with your friends, I was afraid of what I might do if I kept seeing you, but not seeing you, that as pure torture, it tore my heart. I need you, Katie." His mouth met her's with a fierce passion she had never experienced before in her simple sixteen years. His tonge skimmed her teeth, before she let it dance in her mouth. His hands traveled up and down her petite figure, stopping for a moment to cling to her breasts. Shocks of heated pleasure shot through her body, clouding all thoughts in her head to stop. He removed her over sized black tee-shirt, letting his lips make contact with ever inch of tender skin he exposed, making her moan with pleasure. He lifted her body up slightly, so that he could remove her remaining pajama pants, till she laid naked before him, her curly brown billowed around her sweet face, making her appear to be an angel. It was her turn now, she followed through the same act as he just had, but stopped to inhale his intoxication aroma. She knew that smell all to well, it was her favorite men's cologne, Burberry Brit, no doubt he only wore it for her. Her lips traveled over his broad chest, and halfway down his abdomen, before he guided her back down against the bed again.
"We've past the point of no return." He spoke as he trusted himself into her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she screamed out in both pleasure and pain, It was her first time, and had no idea how intoxicating it would feel. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist, to meet his thrusts. He started off slow, as not to cause excessive pain, and letting her get used to the feeling, then quicken his pace. She dug her nails into his back, as they moaned our each other's names.
"Tarek, Tarek... Oh Erik!" she screamed as he gave his final release, and collapsed beside her. He wrapped his arms around her body, as they both escaped into their own dreams.