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Author's Note: Nothing to say. What a sad story.
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: Summary: You should, indeed, know it
by heart by now, huh? I won't give you any further pain with
that.
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:Chapter
10: Wait:
"Excuse me, please," Madame murmured and turned from them to leave. She could not stand the scene any longer. Raoul kissing another woman, even before he had kissed her – although her moral didn't allow her to, she trembled with jealousy and pity for her lover.
Raoul gave her a haggard look before she disappeared. 'Great,' he thought, feeling Christine's chest pressed against his, 'now I'm all alone with this.'
"Come with me, I want to show you something!" Christine exclaimed and kissed him again.
"Honey," Raoul said, not believing his ears, "what is it? Is it that urgent?"
"Come up to my room." She pointed to her cleavage and Raoul gulped. 'Is she going to get undressed? Oh God, please help, I won't stand this...' But as he had to obey the Phantom, he followed her up to her room.
When she closed the door behind them, she sat down on his bed and opened a button of her dress. Raoul felt a shiver run down his spine. 'No way,' he thought. And although he didn't want to, his mouth expressed exactly the same emotion. "Uh-oh..."
Christine patted the place right next to her on the bed and smiled to encourage him to come closer. "So... my dear..." He slowly approached her, telling himself it was absolutely necessary and there was nothing that could be reason enough to ignore the Phantom's wishes.
"Christine, my dear," he said, "don't you want to wait?"
"With what?"
"Well... with this." He pointed on the loose button. "This is... some kind of fast for me." He frowned to underline his argument. 'Hopefully she'll hate me for this,' he prayed and couldn't wait to leave the room only to write back to Erik that he had been mistaken.
"Oh Raoul," she hugged him enthusiastically, "how honest of you! You are so different! Erik always wanted to ... but you're the first to say no to me with such a good reason! How right I am to love you!"
Raoul rolled his eyes and was glad she couldn't see it. Then, he patted her shoulder and said, "Yes, that is right. I think sex before marriage is very wrong."
"Oh Raoul!" She energetically pushed him back and smiled at him from one ear to the other. "Is this what you want to wait for?"
His eyes almost popped out hearing that. A huge knot formed in his throat, making it impossible for him to object. Thus being a good reason for Christine to kiss him again, she leaned over and pressed her wet lips on his. Deep inside of him, he cried and cried for doing this. On one hand, the word "disgusting" merely described her… on the other hand… he didn't love her and he felt like he was betraying his true love. But nothing could compete with the Phantom's will.
When he had almost the feeling that she did not want to wait until marriage with undressing him, his eyes found what made him almost blind.
"What is this?" he asked desperately, hoping that it was a hallucination.
"Oh, do you like it?" She stopped licking half his face with her wet dog-tongue and looked up. "It's an altar. The person on the right is you, and the one on the left is Maxime."
"Maxime, right? So why did you ... draw her holding a dove and surrounded by ..."
"Angels. Those are angels."
Raoul wiped his face with a tissue and frowned. "So, what do they mean?"
"Don't you get it?"
"Is she... some kind of goddess?"
"Yes!" Christine's eyes began to shine with happiness. "She is! She made me hope for your love, the best decision ever!"
"Right."
"I
first drew only her face, but then I decided it would be better to
collect different symbols of peace around her." She scratched her
head, remembering how many hours she had spent cleaning the "SLUT"
off her face. Until that day, she had no clue it had been
Maxime.
"Let's come back to more important matters." She
turned around and began to lick his face again.
He rolled his eyes, feeling the wet covering his cheek. He would spend hours taking a bath before he'd be able to face Mme. Giry again.
"So you don't think we should wait, huh?" he tried to convince her.
"Why?
We'll be married, won't
we?"
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Madame
Giry knocked on Maxime's door. Since nobody answered, she opened it
and stood there in complete shock about what her eyes were seeing.
"Maxime!"
"Yes?" her innocent voice gave back.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"What is the cook doing in your bed then?"
The cook desperately tried to get a piece of blanket to hide what was, indeed, not hidden at all. It rather seemed as if he wanted every atom in the room to see what he had. But Maxime didn't care about the situation at all.
Mme. Giry frowned and felt vexed by the situation. "Didn't I tell you that no guests were allowed in the Opera?"
"What about Christine then?"
Madame
froze. 'How does she know about it? Why -? What does this all mean?'
She slowly turned around and closed the door behind her. While
walking of, shameful noises accompanied
her.
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"Christine!
Stop it!" Raoul violently pushed her hand away. "This is not
appropriate before marriage. You know that I am a very strict
catholic!" He sounded honestly angry.
"Okay," she agreed and closed all her buttons. "But how very good that I made an altar for us! Let's kneel down in front of it and pray!"
"I can't pray to myself." Raoul rather wanted to smash his head against a wall, furthermore attempt suicide right away. The only thing that kept him with Christine was that he would see Madame that night. So they stood up and knelt down in front of the table.
"Dear Maxime," Christine began and Raoul felt he wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Please, could we pray to God?"
"Alright."
And so they prayed,
although both of them had different intentions. Raoul wished a bird
to fly into the room and eat Christine's eyes whereas she wished to
be married right away. He honestly didn't know how to get out of the
marriage topic. Or moreover, how to get out of the Christine topic.
'Hopefully she'll get enough of me by time,' he prayed and promised
to be good, truly good, and never ever lie again or spend any money
on things that weren't
necessary.
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to
be continued...
... starring: Maxime's peace dove
