Title: As Speech Disappears Into Silence

Author: LittleLottexoxEriksTrueAngel

Chapter 6: Unadulterated Loathing

A/N: I have been trying to write this chapter for days! So, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Thanks to the following for their wonderful reviews for chapter 5! I really appreciate your reviews and hope you'll keep enjoying and reviewing my story!:

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Finally, onto the story….

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Christine had barely slept a wink the previous night. Thoughts of her father, and her home plagued her troubled mind. She couldn't stop worrying about her father and his illness nor could she stop wondering what he was doing at the very second she thought of him.

There was only one thing Christine knew for sure. This is that she inherited her stubbornness from her father. And if she knew him, he would have ignored her wishes and set out to search for her anyway. There were endless dangerous outcomes of a search…He could get lost…Become ill again…Die. Or even worse Erik could find him. The very thought made her shudder in terror, for she had heard him last night. She had heard his terrifying music, heard the crashes as endless pieces of priceless furniture and antiques were broken, and as glass hit the walls. It had been horrifying.

Christine shook her head, focusing instead on the breakfast laid out before her.

Meg had woke her before nine, after setting the small table in the corner of her room for breakfast, and helped her into her day dress. This dress was also a bit too revealing for her tastes, but she said nothing. She did, however, heavily protest when she learned that she was forbidden to wear a corset to her lessons!!

Christine stared at Meg aghast. "He can't possibly expect me to walk around without a corset!" She started, her anger rising. "It is unbecoming and unlady- like conduct to be without one!"

"I understand, Christine." Meg said evenly. "Nevertheless, the Master has told me to inform you that you are not of that world anymore and the only person who would be seeing was him."

"Oh, that is extremely reassuring!" Christine shrieked in response. "He'll be the only one looking!" Sarcastically, she added. "Of course! That makes it okay!!"

Meg sighed, letting Christine ramble, knowing that after everything that had happened to her she had the right.

Picking up her fork, she shoveled the delicious eggs into her mouth. Then, she nibbled on a slice of bacon. And finally, she washed the breakfast down with a class of orange juice.

She stood from the small table in the corner of her bedroom and walked towards her vanity. She brushed her unruly hair and pulled it up into a tight bun. Then, she rose and closed her eyes willing her first music lesson today to go well.

She fled the room and set out to find the music room.

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Erik groaned, gently massaging his temples.

Last night hadn't been a very good night.

He had gotten drunk, and he had one hell of a hangover. And that was the last thing he needed today for this morning he had his first lesson with Christine.

Sighing detachedly, and opened a small blue bottle. He soon downed its contents. It had been his own personal cure for hangovers and after that, he exited his bedroom and made his way down the hall to the music room.

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Christine followed Meg's directions as best she could, but became easily distracted.

On the way to the music room she had discovered the library.

Christine had never seen so many books in her entire life! She had been enthralled! And she couldn't pull herself away from the large heap of books.

But now, she was late – yes, late again - for her lesson with Erik.

Running down the hall, Christine tried to come up with an excuse for her lateness. She came to the decision that she would tell him she had gotten lost.

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Christine opened the door and flew into the music room out of breath.

She hunched over and sucked in air, making sure she had caught her breath before facing him.

"You're late," he hissed angrily from his seat by the piano. "Again."

Christine stuttered out her reply, "I-I'm sorry. I got lost and---"

He chuckled, a sound that made Christine's blood run cold. "No you didn't."

"Now," He continued. "I do not wish to waste anymore time." He paused and rose from his seat. He walked over to me and led me closer to the piano. "Your breathing is a very big problem."

"My breathing is perfectly fine." Christine protested indignantly.

"Yes Christine. Your breathing is fine." He said. "But, you do not breathe properly when you sing." He proceeded to place one hand on her back, straightening her posture, and his other hand on her abdomen.

"When you sing," He whispered in his angel's ear. "You must breathe from here."

Christine's breath caught. She felt as if an electric shock shot up and down the length of her body. She felt herself nod, before he pulled away. Christine felt strangely sad as he walked away from her.

"Now, we will begin with scales…"

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"No! No! No!" Erik roared, abruptly rising from his seat. "You are singing it all wrong!"

"Maybe it's because I'm tired since we've been working on this stupid song for hours!" Christine replied, her anger almost matching his, as she took a step closer to him.

He closed the gap between them in three strides. "Maybe if you'd sing it correctly at least once we wouldn't have to keep doing it over and over!"

Christine changed the subject. "I loathe you!" She shrieked.

Erik growled. "You try my patience."

"You're---"

Christine was cut off as Erik lips came crashing down on hers.

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