I'm sorry if I offended anyone when I asked for seven reviews and then an update. I just want to make sure people are reading this, that's all. Anyways, here's the next chapter. This is rated M…Probably from here on out is rated M. I'm sorry if you guys don't like my writing style, but I haven't gotten my BA in professional writing yet, but I'm working on it. Thanks for reviewing!

Christine

I walked home that night very distraught and uneasy. I felt as if something evil was stirring inside of me that I had never felt before. It was a feeling I was unaccustomed to, but I found that I rather liked it. I needed Erik, even though it seemed that I had realized it too late. What could I do to prevent my true love from marrying this Sabine? Could I really be as evil as Erik was to Raoul and me that night of relentless madness and act as a madwoman as Erik had acted as a madman? I could, but I needed help from someone, and I knew exactly who it would be.

Edward Johnson, an eccentric Englishman, and I had met briefly after Raoul left me for that whore. We had had a relationship, romantic and sexual, for a brief period of time. When we both decided that we were not meant to be together, we decided to quit seeing one another, but would still get together once in a while for sexual pleasures that we filled for each other. He could be rather mean and forceful at times and he was perfect for what I was quickly planning inside of my head. He lived out in the countryside, quite far away from civilization. His dwelling was the perfect place for a murder to take place, and that was just what I was forming in my mind. If Erik couldn't be mine, then he couldn't belong to anybody. I would kill them both if need be.

I returned to my apartment and found paper and ink to write a letter to Edward. After gathering my thoughts, I began the letter:

Dearest Edward,

Many days have passed since I have seen you. I hope all is well. I would like to arrange a time and place where we could meet privately, for I have something I wish to discuss with you. Meet me at my home on the 5th of next month at noon. I will make it worth your while.

Christine

After sealing the letter, I dropped it off at the local post office, which was next door and silently began making preparations for my murder. I would flee to England with Edward afterwards and I could start a new life there.

One week passed in which I thought of nothing but sweet revenge and the thought of making Edward's trip worth his while. The morning of the 5th dawned dreary and snowy. I waited impatiently for the sound of a carriage on the pavement. It finally came shortly after noon. I rushed to the door to see Edward alight from the carriage and pay his driver. He then turned to me and smiled.

"Christine," he exclaimed as he reached my arms.

"Edward," I replied, holding him and then kissing him passionately. "Come in."

He followed behind me and my servants took his cloak and hat from him as he made his way to the couch.

"Why don't we go upstairs and talk, Edward? It is a very private matter."

"That is fine."

He hurriedly followed me upstairs and into my bedroom. I shut and locked the door behind us as he headed toward the bed. I came to stand beside him and offered him a seat. We both sat on the edge of the bed and he began running his hands along my body.

"Later," I whispered. "I promise later."

"We haven't seen each other in so long."

"I know. I promise we will be together later. I need to speak to you about something very important first."

"Make it quick. I want to get my hands on you."

I glared at him before beginning.

"Do you remember me telling you about Erik?"

"Hum? Oh, Erik. You're phantom of the opera? Yes, I remember."

"I need you to kill him and his fiancée for me."

"What?" he asked as he jumped up from the edge of the bed. "Are you mad? I've never killed anyone before. I'm not a good person, granted, but I've never killed anyone before. I've done my share of raping and stealing, but I've never actually murdered…"

"There's a first time for everything," I answered.

"Christine, let me think about this."

"Fair enough." I sighed and stood up from the side of the bed. "Come. Help me remove my clothing."

He smiled and did as he was told.

When we were both undressed, he lay me on the bed and his hand delicately roamed my body, giving special attention to the places where women need it the most. I then returned his actions and was delighted yet disgusted at the pleasure I gave him. Finally, he pinned me to the bed and pushed into my body. What made Edward so different from Raoul was that he took his time and actually made it pleasurable for both of us, whereas Raoul was only concerned with his own pleasure and never with mine. I pitied that young woman who was now no doubt Raoul's wife in some foreign country. She would never receive what I was receiving at that moment.

An hour after Edward had removed my dress, we were lying together in bed, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. If I only married a man for the pleasure he provided in the bedroom, Edward would no doubt be my husband. Only five minutes later, he turned to me and smiled.

"I am ready for you again," he whispered. "Would you like to make love once more before I leave?"

"Where are you going?"

"Back home."

"Why don't you go back, get your things and move in with me?"

"We tried that once, remember? It didn't work."

"Maybe it will this time."

"I'm willing to try again."

"Good," I replied as I rolled over on top of his body and straddled his lower torso. Slowly, I slid myself over him and heard him moan with pleasure. As I began moving faster and teasing him by running my hands over my body, he cried out in uncontrollable passion. When we finally reached the climax, he cried out as well as I and I laid my head on his chest, feeling his heart beat. I knew if he moved in with me and I could please him like this every night, he would do as I asked.