To this day I can never quite understand my obsession with Miss. Daae , I could have any woman of an older age or of more rare beauty and yet I would still chose her. Oh yes, the women of the night do fit my needs but there is a part of me that longs for the youth she withholds under her skin. Christine Daae had innocence…but not for long.
I wandered the darkened catwalks above the stage when most everyone had gone to sleep, except for a young dancer spinning across the floor. With my eyes intent on watching I saw Christine dance with elegance that 'Little Giry' had not. She stopped dancing sensing that someone else was near. I called softly to her. "Look up child". Startled that she had been right Christine gazed up and smiled seeing the white mask against the darkness above "Hello Angel" She replied brightly smiling. I couldn't help myself that I felt a smile tug softly at my lips "Good evening Christine". Climbing down I landed on the stage with a soft thud. She rushed to me and gave me a hug. Caught off guard by her affection I stood rigid. "What's wrong?" she asked giving me a look of question. I shook it off "Nothing, nothing at all." I replied a smile on my face. "Good" Standing on her tippy toes she planted a kiss on my cheek. My breath got stuck in my chest, how could this be that the young girl would want to kiss me? "But for now I must go, I get to sleep in my new bed tonight" She said gleefully as she walked away from me and skipped of to the dorms.
Slowly I regained my sense of inner balance and walked back home. From there I looked at the drawings I had done of her soft face. Lightly I skimmed my fingers over her drawn lips which were a soft red. My body left my mind and I found myself just touching her picture not for any reason just….to touch her. Oh how I longed to be the one that could take her to my bed. "No!" I yelled my hands jerked away from the picture as I struggled to move away. "No…."I whispered sitting on the bench of my organ. "She's only a child…" moaning over my repulsive thoughts I cradled my head. "Just a child." I repeated over and over until I got up and crawled into bed hoping for a dreamless sleep. Unfortunately for me a dream came, one of passion, bed sheets, brandy, and Christine Daae.
The next morning I rushed to the dorms. My heart dropped….I saw MY Christine on the edge of her bed KISSING one of the stage hands. Sadly stage hands know how to use their hands, he had them roaming over her body and she bucked underneath his touch. My pain went away as I became aroused by the two. I found my hands reach below my pant line and massage my trembling member as I watched. He knew how to pleasure her and naturally she was pleasuring him. Eagerly the boy slipped his hands under Christine's dress and I knew exactly what he was doing when I heard Christine moan. Her body moved with passion under his own. My mind stopped as I imagined that it was me making Christine moan, oh how wonderful it would be if that was true. I finished watching the two when I noticed a hairbrush at the foot of her bed. Reaching over I snatched it without the two of them knowing. And off I raced back to my lair.
Upon getting home I sat on the edge of my bed picking the hair out of her brush. For some reason I found myself strangely attracted to it. Smelling it I sighed and thought of her. Christine did smell rather good, mostly of soft vanilla or gardenia. "Soon...Soon" I whispered.
Today was just a bit of what was to come.
