Title: As Speech Disappears Into Silence

Author: LittleLottexoxEriksTrueAngel

Chapter Eight: Those Three Words

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Those three words

Are said to much

Are not enough

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"You disobeyed me," He said icily. "And there will be consequences."

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Erik had never been angrier in his entire life. He had kissed her and she had not come to him. It was as simple as that.

She had been disgusted by him, had she not? That was the only solution. She was repulsed by his touch… by his kiss and then she had ruined everything. Everything.

But he would show her! He would show her that she was his…that she was his no matter what.

Then, suddenly, his mind went blank.

He had been dragging her along and her body had gone slack. She was completely limp in his arms.

He stopped moving and cradled Christine in his arms.

She doesn't deserve this.

He looked down at her lifeless face, a sad smile on his face.

My poor, innocent angel…

He touched her cheek gently, then turned on his heal and started off, with Christine in his arms, in the opposite direction.

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Erik entered Christine's bedroom and lay her gently a top her bed. Then, he yelled for a maid.

A timid, dark haired, fair faced maid entered the room. Her eyes widened.

No one had ever seen their Master acting like this.

He looked worried, caring, and was that love shining in his eyes?

"What can I do for you, Master?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"I need a bowl of cold water and some rags. I also need extra blankets and I need you to get someone in here who can start a fire."

The girl seemed shocked somehow and stared at her Master for a moment.

"NOW!!"

And the girl scurried off.

Erik returned to Christine's bedside. He put his hand on her cheek and whispered, "Everything is going to be alright, my love."

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The maid made it back with Erik's items in record time. A few minutes after she left, a boy entered the room and began to light a fire.

Erik proceeded to dip the rag into the bowl and wring it out. He placed the cool cloth on her forehead. Then, he pulled out a bottle of smelling salts and held it just below Christine's nose.

After a few moments, the young beauty's eyes fluttered open.

She looked dazed and confused but managed to say, "Erik…?"

He said nothing for a moment and just looked at her.

"I'm sorry, Erik." She said weakly.

He sighed. She is still afraid of me…

"There is nothing to be sorry for." He said strangely.

"But---"

He put a finger to her lips, silencing her. "Save your strength, angel."

Christine closed her mouth obediently.

Erik pulled the blankets up to her chin. "You're running a fever." He told her. "You need some rest."

Christine eyed him curiously, still in her dazed state. She couldn't help but asking quietly, "Why are you doing this?"

He didn't answer her question. He moved in closer and began to sing to her. "Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation…"

When her eyes finally slipped shut he murmured the final lines to the song he had written especially for her.

"You alone can make my song take flight." His right hand moved through her hair lovingly. "Help me make the music of the night…"

His hand moved to her cheek and her caressed it gently.

Sure, she was sleeping he whispered his next words knowing that they were not enough…could never and would never be enough, "I love you, Christine."

Next, he gently kissed her forehead and quietly exited the room.

Unbeknownst to him, Christine had heard every word he'd said.

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On another note, school started today, so I wasn't able to write much but I'll try to make the next chapter longer.

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