AN: Miss me? Liar. I jest. Chapter Six.

Angel or Dark Seducer?

Before I had left, he had told me to enter his lair from a side entrance that he had opened for me. I would have to enter from a dark alley and it would lead me to his lair, as he had told me. I had told him that I would come to him the next morning when Raoul would be in an auction. When I got home it was late afternoon and Raoul was home.

"Where were you?" He asked me angrily. He was worried, I liked to believe.

"Cemetery," I answered. I had just shamed my father's grave. My secret was covered up by the death of my father? Oh, how I would burn in hell.

"Why did you not tell the maids?" He asked. We were currently in the dining room and Raoul had a cup of steaming tea on the table. I had just noticed all of this.

"It isn't the maids' concern." I replied calmly, still standing up.

"But it was mine!" He shouted and slammed his fist onto the table. "Christine, what has gotten into you?"

"Demons," I answered cruelly.

"No doubt."

"Yes, those demons who killed your child." I said with hate. My temple was pounding and a wave of depression came over me.

"OUR child!"

"Your child." I corrected, "My child isn't going to be forced upon me. She will be a creature of elegance and beauty. She will not be created because YOU want her. She will be made out of love. The love of two people will create MY child and by choice. AND She is going to be a girl." My breathing was raged and my head was spinning.

"Fine." He said. "Fine. Now, go upstairs, take off your clothes and get to bed. I will be up in a minute where we can make OUR child."

"Did you hear me!" I was furious. I was sick. "I will not oblige and I will carry your child again when you rape me." He looked as if he was ready to slap me.

"How dare you." He said with a violent whisper. "How dare you! You married me becau-"

"I married you because I loved you." I finished for him. Completely true. Completely sad.

"Not anymore, hmm?"

"You will make that decision for me. After all, you are the God of the Household." I said as he glared at me. "Please, contemplate while I go out and ENJOY myself. Contemplate my future while I mourn the death of my father for I have been doing for so long, while I mourn the death of my new child which I have been forced to carry around, while I mourn for still being ALIVE!" I was hysterical and my last line made his expression soften. I didn't care anymore. I spun on my heel and left.

This man and mystery were both in you (AN: A lot of these, get used to it)
I went to the cemetery but I didn't stay long. The moment I was near my father's grave I felt ashamed. I couldn't help but cry and ask for forgiveness. I left quickly after and wandered aimlessly on the streets of Paris. Odd faces were now invisible to me. I didn't realize two men eyeing me from the shadows of a dark alley and I didn't realize when they grabbed me. I was numb, but I managed to jump out of my apathy when I saw them tugging at my dress. I screamed. That was all I thought of doing. I screamed then I kicked one of the homeless men that smelt of sewer. I felt the other put a hand on my mouth, muffling my scream. He smelt like death. The way a dead body rots when it's left out. The one that I had kicked pulled a knife out of his pocket and ripped my dress so that it opened wider for him. I cried out but the mans hand prevented a lot of noise.

Then a black figured appeared out of nowhere.

By a matter of minutes, both men were dead and had a lasso around their necks. I didn't look because I was still in shock. The dark figure stood up high and turned to me. It was, of course, Erik. He looked down at me and held the rope that had killed both men over his shoulder. I was crying and hyperventilating with my dress revealing up to my thighs. Erik picked me up and told me to calm down but I couldn't hear him. The world spun, then I fainted.

Touch me, Trust me,

Savor each sensation…

I woke up in Erik's bed with a headache and with the room still spinning. Erik was sitting in a big armchair next to me, playing with the rope. He had made three nooses with a 4 foot long rope. I began to cough and he noticed I had awoken. I sat up to catch my breath and he picked up a glass of red liquid off of the bed-side table. He handed it to me as I looked at it suspiciously and sniffed it. The smell of alcohol filled my head.

"Wine?"

"Trust me," he said, "It'll relax you." He continued to play with the rope. I took a gulp and the alcohol worked instantly. My nerves eased and I put my head back on the pillow. "Why were you outside?" He didn't look at me.

"I…I visited the cemetery?" My mind was blurred and my head was still pounding. "After…Raoul and I argued I think." I downed the drink as Erik filled it up again.

"What about?"

"I don't know, I can't remember. Are you trying to get me drunk?" Erik looked at me sternly.

"Well, you could have been raped by two filthy scoundrels and thinking about their filthy bodies on yours would have any one want to be drunk. You should be glad I saved you before they were able to impregnate you."

"This is coming from a man who tried to abduct me last year," I said with regret the minute the words left my lips. Erik didn't look offended, though.

"Touché"

"Though I hoped they'd rape me." I said as he looked up. "Then I would feel something at least."

"You don't feel?" He asked as he lay a hand on my knee. I shook my head, knowing what was coming. "Tell me, Christine, do you feel…this?" His hand rose up to my thighs as I shivered. His cold touch on my warm body was the contrast that I did not need but wanted so desperately. His hands teased the outside of my leg then moved towards the inside, where my desire for him lay. He felt the moisture and moved away from it. Oh, I felt this. And he knew by the little moan I exerted.

"Yes, Erik." I mumbled in a hoarse whisper. His hand continued to tease me as a smile formed on his lips. I yearned for him with ever move he made. He knew my strengths and my weaknesses and played them into pleasure. "Oh…" his hand was now cupping my breast and he had come to stand on top of me with his legs at the sides of my body. He ran a finger up my jaw and kept his lips so close from my own that I could feel it but I wasn't there. I reached up and kissed him as he dropped his hand from my breast and lay them around my waist and in my hair. My hands were clawing at his back as he pulled away. He began to kiss, suck, bite and caress my neck. The suction on my neck controlled another part of my body. I felt things I had never felt before with Erik. He teased me mercilessly when he pulled away and began to touch me far from where I wanted. The sadist in his ruled and I couldn't help but cry out. I was making up for last year...well, somewhat. I knew I could never actually make up what I had done and the decision I had made, but we both knew. I was young, I was innocent, I was ignorant. Raoul had been my first lo-I couldn't think about Raoul now. His hand was preventing me from thinking about anything or anyone besides him.

He gave me what I wanted but took it away quickly.

Just like I had.

"Erik, please..." I begged. He would silence me with a soft kiss that would hardly satisfy. I would obey him by keeping silent until he teased me again. I finally, after I had had enough and was on the verse of screaming, pulled away. "You're making fun of me." He had a small smile playing on his face.

"You're not drunk enough," he said. There was a playful side to Erik.

"Trust me" I retorted, "That is not the case." I heard a laugh escape his lips. He stood up off of the bed.

"Come, we'll go to dinner" he said as I groaned in protest.

"Erik..." I whined and pulled him down by the sleeve. He put his knees around my body and sat, shifting his weight from one knee to the other before settling. His eyes plunged into my soul, those sharp...burning...cold eyes. I kissed his lips hard and burried my head in his neck. "I want you," was my muffled mumble. He pulled away slowly and stared at me.

"What?" he asked with a shocked expression. I stared at him. What happened? "Repeat that, what you just said." I hadn't even realized what I had said.

"I..." I blushed and looked down. "I-I want you." His face brightened as I ran my hand down his chest. A smile formed on his lips. A smile of pure, genuine, complete and utter happiness. I didn't understand why. I had always wanted him. Our relationship was sexual...I think...

Maybe he was surprised to hear that he was actually wanted in any way.

"Please, no." I whispered.

Maybe he was surprised to hear that he was actually wanted in any way.

Poor, Unhappy Erik.

"Sweet Christine..." He said and pushed my hair away from my face. The tumbling curls wrapped around his hand as he twirled one around his forefinger and kissed my forehead. "You must go home." I ran my hand down his bare chest which would be eventually covered by his half-buttoned shirt.

"Please, no." I whispered, "Do not make me let. Let me stay with you. Please? Let me stay here." Erik didn't respond. He had a distant look on his face. The look was sad and lonely. He snapped up and looked at me. He stood up and held my hand and pulled me out of bed.

"Come, I want to show you something."

He took me past his music room, past the small (and dusty) dining room and into the library. There were a lot of books. They were about architecture, magic, the Renaissance, love storied, dark horror novels and books about music. He didn't stop there, though. Erik pulled me through the end of the large library where it was dark and dry. He pulled out a book that was actually a waxed box, the area that the book is supposed to stand revealed a keyhole. I stared in curiosity as Erik pulled out a key and opened the bookshelf to a dark and cold room. When we entered I looked around. I had lost Erik. I looked around wildly.

"I'm right here." He said and summoned a match and lit a candle.

"Where are we?" Erik didn't answer. He lit a few more candles as paintings and papers came into view. They were all of me. I could tell.

They were me singing. They were me walking. They were me talking. Laughing, dancing, reading, sleeping, showering, I gasped. Fortunately it was unfinished. I moved on. The qualities of the paintings were wonderful. They looked exactly like me.

"Uh…" words fought themselves as I lay speechless. What was I supposed to think? On the tables there were dolls of me. Waxed dolls with clothes. All of me. "Why am I here?" He sighed sadly.

"So you can see what you're putting yourself into," he said, "So you can see the beast I am. So you can see how much I want you…" He looked around at the paintings and put a hand on my cheek, "So you can get out of this mess in time."

"Beast? You're not a…" My voice died off as I pulled away. My eye caught a painting. This wasn't a portrait of me, rather it was a painting of the two of us. There were others. Hugging, holding hands, singing together. There was one of me singing in my dressing room and him behind the mirror. There was another one of Erik and me kissing where Raoul and I had kissed, up on the roof of the Opera House. I looked at him with soft eyes. He was looking down as if guilt had consumed his mind completely. "When did you do these?"

"When you came." I looked at him as he continued, "When you first came to the Opera House." He pointed to a desk of drawings and sketches. I took one and stared at it. It was of me when I was very young. Around seven or eight years old. I was praying in the chapel for my father as I still did often. I put it back on the desk softly and approached him.

"What do you want me to do?" There was no doubt that he wanted me to leave. Was he pushing me away again? I was quite flattered that he was interested in me. He was actually infatuated, maybe even obsessed. Yes, without doubt, he was obsessed with me. But I suppose it was a small price to pay for creating me. If God was obsessed with his creations, why would evil be on earth? I wasn't frightened so much as I was surprised. Erik stared at me and through me.

"Do whatever you like." He said. I wrapped my arms around him and I did.

AN: I know I kind of promised a sex scene, I'm sorry, it wasn't here. However, I know that some people wanted it...so I posted Chapter Seven too. I was going to make it all chapter six, but I wanted more reviews because I'm human and humans are, by nature, greedy. -grin- so REVIEW!

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