AN: The words' smashing together isn't my fault. So, stop complaining. I mean, I LOVE YOU REVIEWERS!

ALSO! IMPORTANT STUFF: Christine wouldn't rebel against Erik on purpose, at least, not the one in the book, which is the Christine that my Christine is based on. Erik is a mix between book and movie. But, Christine is too innocent and naive, so stop trying to make me make HER rebellious, because she's not. She will be a little rebellious (because this is what got her to create this story) but she won't be full on "rebel teenager". Her questioning authority will be mild because she IS STILL naive, but she is trying to think for herself for once. She recognizes Erik's power over her, and she doesn't want to bash it. She merely wants to play with it. She wants to blow at the large fire for a little, to see what will happen. Yeah. Metaphors. Anyway, read.

"So, I've been meaning to ask you, Christine, what influenced you to wear that tonight? And where on earth did you find it?"

I had somewhat forgotten that I was wearing this dress. Walking around without any clothing to begin with would get someone used to being so simply dressed, however now that it was mentioned to me, I blushed furiously.

"Well, I just, I mean..."

"Or is it a joke? If it is, I completely understand it. Pull a gag about the Phantom of the Opera, it's terribly clever! Especially now that he's dead." I giggled nervously and looked down at my feet, trying not to think of Erik as I disappointed him.

"How far from here?" We were walking through the hallways of the Opera Populaire and every so often I felt a familiar warm breath on my neck, and turned around to find no one there. Erik would have spoken to me if he wanted to. He had ways of it, without Meg or Roberto hearing.

"It is right over here," Roberto said attempting to show where 'here' was. I followed uncomfortably, my hand pulling down on my dress. We had arrived to a corridor that was growing noisier by each footstep we took and finally arrived to a door. Roberto knocked on the door and a gap opened with a dirty, disheveled head protruding out.

"Vhut iss dee passwurd?" The head said in an Italian accent.

"Lasciarci dentro," replied Roberto, "Let us in," The head stared at us impatiently.

"Vhut iss dee passwurd!" It repeated. Roberto looked around as if to think.

"Fiore! Idiota," he said, "Flower, idiot," as the head stared at Roberto and opened the door slowly. Roberto muttered Italian curse words under his breath and pushed the door open for us to enter. Inside was another long hallway, but this one led directly to the party.

When I saw the party, I gasped. Fast, dancing music was playing loudly. Groups of people were dancing in intoxicated ecstasy. The liquor was being passed around as if it was water to millions of dying fish. The colors were mixed, unlike the formal party that was going outside, and there was laughter to ring all around. Roberto grinned at me, as Meg giggled pointing to a fat man dancing in a giant fuzzy animal-like outfit. Bottles of dark liquids were being sloshed around as people consumed themselves in the intoxicating liquid. People were being dragged around and others were laughing and dancing. Meg grinned at Roberto, grabbed his hand, and they disappeared. I looked around for a familiar face, and found none. A large toothless man appeared suddenly, grabbed my hands and started to wave them around as if they were in dance. I pulled away and ran to the back of the room, throwing a door open and entering the stable. I heard grunting which weren't those of a horse, then a moan. I gasped as at least three figures appeared in orgy. I shook my head, entering again into the party room. Spotting Meg, I grabbed her wrist and whispered.

"Meg, I don't like this."

"Oh, come on, Christine, have a little fun," she replied. I've always known Meg to be a little whore. Even when she looked unbelievably angelic, I knew she wasn't. There were horns under her halo, as there always had been and for the first time I saw her throw her halo off. The erotic dancing and the liquor that her mother avoided at all costs consumed little Meggy. Roberto clearly didn't mind it.

The scene of chaos was bewildering. To my left, a drunken couple was embracing passionately as the woman's dress fell up higher than her thigh. To my right, people dancing in a drunken ritual. I drank in a breath and ran to find the nearest exit. It led to the hallway from which it entered. My breathing was rapid and erratic, and my mind was a swirl of colors. I had never been to a party so wild, and I can see why. I wasn't used to it. My father used to go to parties, but I doubt they were this savage.

"Coming home early, are you?" a soft voice bellowed. How did he... Ah, I should have learned to expect Erik to be watching me. To be waiting for me. Perhaps, to be waiting for me to ruin whatever I had been told to do.

"Ah, Erik," I replied in, what I had hoped to be, a calm voice.

"Meet me in the small classroom down the hall, the last door to your left." I shivered, thinking about what was to come.

"Please, Erik..." There was no reply and the hall was so quiet, one could drop a pin and hear it hit the floor. I heard my feet hit.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three four. One-and-two-and-three-and-four. One-e-and-a, two-e-and-a. Bum-duh-bum. Like music, it rang through the halls.

I reached the door, sucked in a breath and pushed it open. The room was dark and cold. I shivered as I first entered and when I closed the door, I could hear my breath echo.

"Erik?" I whispered. No reply. A shiver ran down my spine and I heard a chuckle. I gasped and jumped, as His hands grabbed me. He turned me around, so one hand gripped my hair and another ran down my stomach.

"How did my whore enjoy the party? Frightened you, didn't it? The vulgarity of it." His voice was nothing but a fierce whisper, but it shook my body. I winced at every sentence. "Did you enjoy disobeying me?" His hands were dangerously low andwere pinching the inside of my thighs now and I cried out despite the lack of pain. "Answer," he ordered.

"No, Erik," was my automatic reply.

"Answer truthfully, and answer as if you didn't fear me. As if I didn't have the choice to create pain." His hand parted my legs. I realized all this was to make me more vulnerable than I felt around him. Which, was pretty hard to muster, but Erik was the King of making me vulnerable. Making me weak. I sighed softly as his lips touched the back of my neck. His hands gripped further into my hair and yanked my head down, over the crook of his shoulder as I gave a little cry. "Now, answer."

"I--well, I just... I wanted to see what it was like. The parties, I've always wondered about them. You see, I had never... never been to one. And I... wanted to try it. I didn't do it to disobey you, Erik."

"Oh, but of course you did," he replied in a tone that wasn't very angry despite the words, "you did it to see what I would do. You wanted to challenge me. I tell you to stay in the formal party and showoff your dress, and decide to follow the Italian and the whore. Well, is it punishment that you were seeking? Because if it is --"

"No!" He let me fall to the floor and disappeared in the dark.

"What did you want to gain out of tonight?" I couldn't see him, and I was on the floor, my legs under me and my wrists balancing me from falling forward.

"Erik."

"Mmm. I love it. How you need me.Your weakness is intoxicating." I shook my head and tried to stand up. "Tsk, stay down."

"Please! Stop this. Can we speak in a civil manner? I-I'm scared."

"Of me, darling Christine?" Silence. I gave no reply. I hoped that would tug at his heartstrings. And it did. He pulled me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me out of the room, up some stairs that I assumed were stairs(it was still pitch black) and we arrived at his lair. I could feel my pupils shrink from the stark black to bright and cheery room -- though Erik's lair was seldom cheery. He took me to his bed room, and threw me gently on his bed.I shuffled to get up, as he busily preoccupied with burrying through his desk drawers for something. I had no idea what, but I sat up and nibbled on my lower lips not sure if I should be in anticipation or anxiousness. Surely enough, it was anxiousness. When he found what he was looking for, he threw it over his shoulder and met my eyes with his. They were dark, and filled with comedy. Comedy for him, because tying me down to a bed is humorous for a sadist like him. I shook my head as he ran his fingers over the thick rope.

"Don't like it, Christine?" I was too horrified to reply, when I opened my mouth a small squeak fell out into the open. He lay the rope next to me on the bed and I hugged myself. "You will soon, darling. Now," he paused with a grin, "take off your clothes."

I shook my head triumphantly, only to recognize seconds later that triumph was not something I would feel often with Erik, unless we were delving in his mind which is something he often restricts.

He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanked my head back, and took off my clothes for me.

Of course, it was rougher than how I would have done it, and he wasn't very gentle while grabbing my delicate wrists and wrapped thick rope around them, tying me to the giant black swan.

AN: Sorry for the delay. New semester. Yada, yada, yada. Listen, if you havea MYSPACE, ADD ME! Mythingieis /demoninheaven, which you put after www dot myspace dot com. Cause. I want to be friends with reviewers. Also, I'm not a myspace whore or anything, I know everyone that's on my list, and if I add you or vice versa, I wanna have conversations. So, please? I like talking to people.

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