Christine dans Deux
An Alternate Multiverse - A Phantom of the Opera Story
Nyasia A. Maire
© 2006
DISCLAIMER: See Chapter One
Chapter Forty-One – Of Our Senses
I lead through the château to the outlying guest wing and into a large upstairs storeroom.
"This should be private enough."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, my beloved."
"Kiss me my dearest."
"I could never refuse you, mon chére cœur. As you wish."
I take her in my arms and we kiss one another. The kiss is at first gentle and playful, but rapidly and unexpectedly builds into a seething furnace of unchecked passion. She slips her hands inside my shirt. Her hands are frantic with need as they race across my chest. My own hands roughly grasp and knead her bottom. A small part of my mind knows this violence is not lovemaking, but I am powerless to stop. And the sex will begin soon if we do not stop this insanity soon. And, then I give in to the frenzy of desire. I hand myself over to the pleasures filling my senses. I do not wish to stop. I fear that I cannot stop. I feel my desire for her has become a living thing. It possesses me and drives me to go further than I ever thought to go. I take her mouth with mine ravaging her lips with my teeth and pull her body to mine.
"Christine," I gasp into her mouth and she groans into mine, "Erik!"
"I do not know or care where I end and you begin. I want you. I need to be inside you now. Oh Christine!"
Our bodies move together seeking nothing more than to join. Part of me fears this primal need. Part of me revels in it. My hands move of their own volition and I am shocked as I see myself rip the clothes from my beloved's body. We fall to the floor and lie on top of her shredded clothing. She is as out of control as I. Her hands usually so gentle tear at my clothing until at last she frees me. Her nails rake the flesh of my back. She lifts and arches her back to meet my thrusts with those of her own. Not deep enough! I want more. I push her back to the floor. I pin her wrists to the floor with one hand and with the other I lift and place her ankle on my shoulder. I switch hands and soon I have both of ankles each resting atop a shoulder. Without further hesitation, I plunge madly into her and … I am lost … pounding … driving … ramming … flesh … fire … burning … madness … wild … desire … need … harder … deeper … I … am … coming … into … her … light … her … screams … more … just … one … more … now … now … yes … more … no … again … for … times … deeper … give … take … piercing … sharpness … plunge … beating … going … down … screams … silence … redness … wetness … sticky … silence … blood … blood … blood!
"No! Merde! What?"
I see the world through a red haze and pray to God I have not killed her in my madness. I blink away the haze and realize there is no blood before my eyes, but I hear faint and weak heartbreaking sobs coming from below me.
"Oh no, Christine! Did I hurt you? I will never forgive myself. What have I done? I am an unforgivable animal. I am less than a beast!"
And then I do see blood everywhere. On her face, her breasts, her belly, her shoulder and her eyes stare vacantly at me. Two glass orbs that see nothing. With a small exhalation of breath, the sobs cease.
I gather her to me. Her body is limp, broken and bloody. I can no longer feel her inside this shell. She has gone. She is dead. I am as bad as de Chagny. No! Worse! Much worse!
"Oh let me die with her. I cannot live without her. What have I done? Why? Oh, why?"
I will never have peace or happiness again! I do not deserve to live! I will end my life now! Yes! There is her boot. I take the blade from the boot and ….