Little Lotte- Sorry for not posting, But hey, better late then not at all, YOUR not a whore in this, Christine is. Love you! And thanks for everything. Can't wait for Monday!
Chapter 7
Erik pulled away from Katie, looking into the depth of her soul, her love slowly revealing itself from it's long awaited slumber. She looked at his tenderly, her hand slowly creeping up to the mask the cover the rest of his face. She discarded the leather revealing his once loathed face. Smiling, she leaned over and kissed the place where his nose would have been.
Despite the incident with Tarek, Katie was far from someone to be so, physical with someone so quickly, but it truly wasn't Katie touching his yellow skin, but the being she so longed to oppressed, his love Christine.
Pulling away from her, Erik rose from the bed,.
"You should get some rest." He told her kindly. Like an obedient child, she nodded her head and laid down on the bed, watching him intently, Christine's deepest wish for him to come join her. Slowly he made his way over to the door, with his hand upon the doorknob, he looked back at her.
Fighting with his own inner need, he left her alone in her bedroom, to return to his own, to find his slumber alone, as he always has.
Katie sat in her room silently, her head resting on her knees. Despite what Erik had said, she couldn't find sleep, not with her malcontent mind.
"How can this be real? This has to be a dream, just like all the others." She told herself, wrapping her arms around her legs tighter. She thought about all the dreams she had of Erik. Why was this Erik different? If this was real, and her dreams where memories relived, then why hadn't the events occurred as she saw them?
Her mind reliving the most prevalent dream, the one closest to reality.
Her neck burned as the raw rope cut into her, his grip only pulling it tighter. He didn't recognize her, he didn't know it was his Christine coming back to him.
"Angel, I'm sorry." She chocked, praying he would stop, that he still loved her back. She was gone for only a few months, but how far he had fallen. She broke him, and she knew it, all he ever wanted was to be loved, and she shattered his hopes, killing the man who she herself loved, but was afraid to love.
He loosened his famous Punjab lasso, thinking he was mad from hearing her voice, for she haunted him, her image, her voice, every bit of her following him, reminding exactly how worthless he was.
"Christine?" He asked in disbelief as her image didn't taunt him, or fade as he reached for her, pulling her into his soft body. The weight of her body made Erik's Heart flutter, she was truly there, with him.
Katie looked up from the bed, looking at herself in the mirror. The brunette curls, blue eyes, rose cheeks, they weren't her's, no they didn't belong to the young Katie, they where not her features, but those of Christine.
Getting up off the bed, she stalked up the refection, her gaze burning deeply into her eyes, Katie's thoughts fleeing, no, she wasn't Katie, not here, here she was Christine. A smile creeping across her face, she left her bedroom, to tip toe down the hall, to his room. Stopping at the door, she reached her hand around the doorknob, taking a deep breath. This was it, this was her time to let the feelings she suppressed for so long out. Peering into the room, she saw his form laying gently in the coffin shaped bed, his chest slowly rising and falling with gentle sleep.
As to make not a sound, she went to the side of his bed, simply watching him sleep, watching his nostrils flare with each breath, his mouth slightly a jar. Turning her back to him, Effortlessly she slipped of her shoes, taking off the unneeded fashions of her dress, stripping herself down to just her undergarments.
The gentle rustling of fabric was enough to cause Erik to wake, his gentle golden eyes watching her undress, his mind trying to decide if this was a dream. Slowly she turned back to him, her face flushing as she saw his golden eyes watching her. Awkwardly, she climbed into the bed beside him, snuggling up against his inviting bare chest.
Confused at her action, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her soft body closer, the heat from her spreading through him like wildfire.
"Erik, the night I left... you called me your bride." She began, her fingers entwining around his arm.
"Do you still consider me your bride?" She asked timidly, slowly raising her gaze to his.
"If you will have me." Hope shimmered in his eyes. With a smile on her face, she sat up in the bed, looking down at her love.
"I never married him Erik, for I am yours, and will be yours forever." She vowed, slowly removing the rest of her apparel.
"Erik." She spoke softly, laying back down beside him, his fingers entwining in the curls that fell upon her back. Softly her lips met hers.
"Shh...My love no need for words." He cooed, his hands running down her bare back.
"Oh... Erik." She pulled herself on top of him. Her lips traveled from his, down his neck, to his chest, her hands roaming over his body. Beneath her, she felt his need for her grow, as she showered his scared skin with what it had been denied for so long, too long. She brought her attention back to his face, a seductive grin on her face. Her lips attacked his passionately, her tonge slipping into his mouth as her fingers worked of the buttons of his pants. He gasped as the cold air hit him, she dropped his pants to the floor atop her own cloths.
"Christine wait." He pleaded, gently pushing her off of him, pulling a cover over his body. Despite the obvious longing he had for her, he knew he couldn't do this with her, he couldn't ruin her.
"Please, just go back to your room." He pleaded, unable to bring his gaze to hers. Confused, she sat dumbstruck for a moment, watching him, her heart breaking.
"What's wrong with me Erik? Am I not pretty enough? Why don't you love me?" She asked, tears filling her eyes. Silently she rose from his bed, the tears running down her cheeks, she wrapped her arms around her exposed breasts, picking her clothes up from the floor.
Erik couldn't bring himself to say a word to her as she left him alone in his bedroom, alone. He Cursed himself for denying himself the thing he longed for, but he could never corrupt his love like that. She was a virginal angel, a goddess, Committing such an act would be like setting ablaze an organ, an unthinkable act.
She returned to her room in silence, climbing onto her bed. Sitting in the same position as earlier, she wrapped her arms around her bare body, not caring about her apparel, she tried to understand why Erik would send her away, picking out ever flaw she could find within herself.
"How could I have thought he would love me?" She asked herself, her tears streaming even faster. She rose from the bed, to walk into the washroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she searched through the countess pampering needs till she found one that caught her attention, a razor.
Picking it up, she examined it, her mind traveling back only a few years, before Katie met Mandi, when she was lost in this world, and found only once escape from the pain. Looking up at her refection, she wiped the tears away from her eyes, gripping the razor with shaking hands, She held it up to her forearm, holding it just above her skin. Taking a deep breath, she released her sorrow, her anger, with the dripping of that priceless crimson gold. She watches as a few drops slid down her pale arm, before taking a wet rage to her skin, cleaning the wound she inflicted, stopping the flow. Sighing, she returned into her chambers, placing on her undergarments. She returned to the bed, wishing for sleep to overcome her, but being denied the simple pleasure.
