Christine awoke in a bed she remembered all too well from the last time she had been at the Opera House. "Erik?" she called while starting to get out of the bed, "Erik, please come out, we still need to talk."
"Again!" he laughed in response, while stepping out of the shadows "Again you dare to say 'we.' Contrary to whatever you may think, I still have no desire to speak to you, Christine. So, we have nothing to say."
"If you really did not want to talk to me, then why did you stop me from leaving? Why didn't you just let me go, rather than bringing me back to your lair? That would make more sense if you really had no desire to speak to me."
"It was a rash decision," Erik snapped, "One that I regret making."
"Oh please, Erik. We both know you are lying. You want to talk to me just as much as I want to talk to you."
"Why would I want to talk to you?" he scoffed.
"Because you still care for me, because you still love me."
Erik glared at Christine, "And what, my little Pandora, would make you say that?"
"Well, the fact that you always watch me when I am here, the fact that you could have let me leave, but didn't, the fact that you could have left me alone on the floor upstairs rather than bring me down here, and, let's not forget, the fact that you are not denying it."
Erik could not think of a response, so he just turned and left the bedroom.
"Oh no you don't." Christine said, quickly getting the rest of the way out of bed, "You are not leaving that easily! Be still, Erik."
"No, you be still, woman!" Erik shouted, turning to face Christine, "I cannot play these games with you! I cannot allow you to talk to me, to break me again. So, you stay still, Christine, while I leave."
"Erik, please, can we just talk?"
"There is nothing to talk about, you left me for the boy, and I allowed you to. And to add insult to injury you felt it was necessary to give me your ring before leaving. 'Poor pitiful Erik. So wrapped up in his love for you that he can see nothing else. Let's have pity on him, and give him this token to glare at every night. Won't that be nice?' Is that how it went, Christine?" Erik said while slowly walking closer to Christine "Is that how you justified giving me a brief hope that you had decided to return to me, and then dashing it out just as quickly?"
"No Erik, that's not how it went at all! I care for you Erik. Even when you were threatening Raoul's life I still cared for you. I couldn't just leave you. I could see that you were in pain, I just wanted to do whatever I could to try and help alleviate it a little."
"Well, you failed, Christine, all you succeeded in doing was breaking my heart into even smaller pieces. Don't you see Christine? I move the world for no one, yet I did it for you! I gave you everything, and all I wanted in return was for you to love me, or at least stay with me. But you couldn't do that, so you ruined us Christine. You are the reason I refuse to talk to you."
"That is a lie. You are just as responsible. You can't force someone into loving you. And I do believe you are talking to me now, Erik. So obviously you have some desire to do so."
"No Christine, the only desire I have anymore is the desire to be left alone. So please leave, now." Erik said, once more turning away from Christine.
"Erik! Wait just talk to m-" but for the second time that day Christine passed out before managing to finish her sentence.
Erik couldn't help himself. It was just second nature to him. He had to help Christine, he still thought of himself as her angel, no matter what he told her, or himself, for that matter. He loved her, and so when she fainted again, he had to pick her up and put her back in bed.
"You silly girl," he said to her unconscious form, "What did you do to yourself to make you faint?"
While Christine slept, Erik did all that he could think of to help. He took off his gloves to feel her forehead, and immediately had to pull his hand away.
"You're burning up! Why would you even go out when you have such a high temperature?"
Erik brushed Christine's hair off of her head, and put a wet clothe on her forehead to cool her down.
When he could think of no more to do, he bent down and lightly kissed Christine's forehead and whispered, "Get better, my Pandora" before leaving the room.
AN: Sorry it took so long. With any luck I'll start writing more now that school is pretty much done. Still not sure on the dialogue, but I try. Hope you enjoyed