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Erik looked at her with a smirk on his face. "Christine. Do you REALLY think that I am going to believe that? I may have a disfigured face, but I'm not stupid." "I know you're not Erik." Christine whispered. "That's why I know that you know that I'm here to stay." With that, she walked over and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, and walked over to the kitchenette and opened the refrigerator, and began to look for food to cook for their dinner. Erik looked at her in shock. She meant it. She was back to stay. Why else would she be making herself at him? Then he shook his head. He wasn't going to believe it…at least for a while; until he knew if this was the truth or not. "What ARE you doing Christine? Did I not tell you to leave?" "Oh I know what you said Angel, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to listen to it." Christine laughed with a twinkle in her laugh. She meant to stay, and if that meant that she had to prove it, then she would prove it in such a way as he could not deny that she was staying. "I'm making eggs, bacon, and pancakes for dinner. I hope you will enjoy it." Christine said turning towards Erik. Erik dropped his jaw. She was making his favorite dishes right away. "Erik. I'm not leaving, no matter what you say, or what Raoul tries to do. I'm where I belong." Erik swiftly got up from the chair, turned off all the burners on the stove, picked her up, and carried her towards the bedroom…
Raoul paced in the library of his home. How DARE she leave him for that, that, that, MONSTER! He didn't know what kind of influence her Angel had over her, but it must have been some sort of spell. Yes, that's it. He told himself. Christine was under some sort of spell and he would have to break it. He stopped pacing. But, he thought to himself, he could see in her eyes that she didn't love him. Christine's eyes never lied, no matter what was going on. Nothing could change that. He sighed, and sat down in a leather chair. What was he to do without her? He had planned his whole life, ever since they had been children, on marrying her, but now, that was impossible. She would never leave, he knew. Once she had her mind set on something, no one could change it. He doubted that even her Angel could change it, and if he could…well…that would be a miracle. He sighed, resigned to the fact that Christine would never be his…then started thinking. That Meg Giry looked pretty cute in her leotard and tights…maybe SHE would go out with him. He smirked. Dating Christine's best friend would show her just what she had lost. He got up, went to his room, changed clothes and strode out to his stables to go back to the opera house and woo Meg Giry.
Hope you liked it! I thought that I would make Raoul into scumb…oh wait. HE ALREADY IS!
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