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Erik felt his blood begin to boil. He felt a demonic spirit posses his body. All the emotions that he had stored inside him when he left the Opera House were starting to return. The anger that he had so long has kept inside was beginning to unleash again. His other alias, the Opera Ghost, was back. He walked past the dancing couples from the dance floor and quickly made his way through, catching Elise by the arm.
"Where is Annabelle's bedroom," he hissed.
Elise gasped in fright as he squeezed her arms. "W-What?" she stuttered.
"Where is my wife's bedroom?!" he said, louder. Elise pointed up the stairs with shaky hands and Erik dragged her to the top.
"I-It's this one," she sobbed when they got there.
Erik sneered. "Get the hell out of here!" he said, pushing her away. He opened the doors and saw Anne packing furiously. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he said, slamming the doors shut. He noticed that her wedding dress was already off and replaced with another.
Anne jumped and turned to see him. "N-Nowhere," she said, calmly. "I just came up stairs to change."
Erik growled and grabbed her by the arms. "Don't lie to me," he barked. "You were going to escape with your lover and don't try to deny it because they saw you together planning your escape! At least have the decency to tell the truth!"
Anne cried and pulled away from his harsh grip. "Fine, I admit it! I love another man and I'm going to leave with him, like it or not!" Erik didn't know what got into him, but his hand connected to Anne's face. She cried as she stumbled to the ground. She grabbed the side of her face and looked at him. "You told me that you would never hurt me."
"Don't remind me of all the stupidity that I ever told you," he growled.
"We made a terrible mistake," sobbed Anne. "We shouldn't have married, but we can always annul the marriage. I'll return all the money that you wasted on my family somehow."
Erik shot his head back to her. "So you knew it! You played the same game as your mother and your brother. And I thought that you were innocent," he said, fisting her wedding dress. "That your shyness was why you barely spoke to me, but it was because you never wanted to marry me!" he yelled, throwing the dress to her face. "And me, the idiot, that always talked to you about love and that you were a gift finally given to me. You're nothing more than a hypocrite!" Erik tried to hold back his tears as Anne's hands gripped on the nearest chair to her. "Fine, finish packing because I want to leave already."
Anne looked up at him. "You're leaving?"
Erik snarled and yanked Anne up to her feet. "Non, you're coming with me because you're my wife! You have my last name," he said, gripping her face. "You will fulfill your duties in saving your family from financial ruin and your father from dying of shame. If you sold yourself or they sold you, it's the same. You belong to me!" he hissed, pushing her back. Anne caught herself on the table. "If you dare to see that man again, I swear, Anne, I'll kill him," he warned as he left the room. Anne trembled as she wept.
"I don't know what happened, Madame, but Monsieur Levesque was like a possessed man," said Elise to Camille.
She looked up and saw Erik marching down the stairs with anger splashed across his face. "Is there a problem?" asked Camille in a small voice.
"Come with me," he said, stomping into the study. "It seems to me that the merchandise that you sold me isn't first class."
Camille frowned. "Excuse me?"
"I'm referring about your daughter and don't try to deny that she had a lover!" he growled.
Camille took a step back. "How dare you…?"
"Stop lying, Madame! Just a few minutes ago, Annabelle was outside with a son of a bitch. A Maurice and in her own words, she said that she loves him," he hissed. Camille covered in mouth in shock. "You knew it, didn't you? Your husband, too?"
"N-No, don't tell anything to Stephan, I beg you," she pleaded. "He knows nothing!"
Erik nodded. "Fine, I want you to bring Anne's luggage down to the carriage because we're leaving immediately."
Camille nodded, leaving the study behind him. "Ah! Erik," said Stephan when they got out. "The guests are already leaving and I should retire myself. I'm a bit tiered. You're leaving soon, too, I assume."
"Yes," he said, trying to not shout. He could barely make eye contact with him.
"Well, then, I'll wait for you in my bedroom to say good-bye to the two of you," he said.
"Yes," said Camille, taking her husband's arm. "It's been a trying day for everyone."
Nadir stood quietly as the couple went upstairs. "What are you going to do?" he whispered.
"I'm taking her with me," said Erik, angrily.
Nadir shook his head. "Erik, you shouldn't…"
"I bought her, didn't I," he hissed.
"You're making a mistake," said Nadir.
"Maybe so, but I have so much rage in me that if I don't take her with me, I'm going to explode!"
Nadir sighed, looking at his friend. His jealousy was still a strong trait of his and anger of a thousand demons. The Phantom of the Opera was still a huge part of him.
"Maurice never lied to me, Aunt Charlotte," said Anne as her aunt dressed her. "It was all a lie, something that I'm sure that my mother and Ricard were involved in. Them and with Erik."
"No, not him," said Charlotte.
"But they did it then, didn't they?" said Anne, accusingly.
The door opened and in stormed Camille, slamming the door behind her. "What happened?" she demanded. "Was it Maurice Martin?"
Anne got up and glared at her. "Oui, Mother."
"How could you be so imprudent, so stupid?!" she growled.
"You are responsible for everything!" cried Anne. "You destroyed my life and killed all my illusions! Look at what you've done to me!"
"You are the only one who's responsible for this for looking at some clown!"
"Stop it, Mother! That only satisfaction of leaving with Erik is that I would never see you again," growled Anne. "You hear me, Mother! Never again!"
"But why such a sudden change of plans," asked Stephan.
Erik remained with a stern look on his face. "I must return to my manor, Monsieur."
Stephan looked at both newlyweds. "And you're going to go on your honeymoon later?"
"Maybe. Say your goodbye," he said to Anne, glaring at her.
Stephan walked towards his daughter and she quickly wrapped her arms around him. "Goodbye, Father," she sobbed.
"Please, Belle, don't cry," he said.
"Take care of yourself, Father," she said.
Stephan nodded and kissed her hand. "You, too, love." Camille walked towards her daughter and gently hugging her. She made a cross sign on her with a concern look on her face.
"Excuse us," said Erik, grabbing Anne by the arm.
Stephan frowned seeing them leave. "Something happened, right?"
"Nothing, happened," said Camille. "They sent an urgent message to Erik and he has to leave immediately."
"But why is she so distressed?"
"Oh, Stephan, she's just sad that she's leaving us, that's all," said Camille, trying to convince him. "Now get back to bed and drink your medication."
Anne climbed into Erik's carriage. She turned and saw her aunt's worried face. She sobbed, wishing she could come with them. Erik glared at Ricard as he shook his head in Anne's stupidity. He growled and got into the carriage. "Let's go!" he ordered.
Maurice limped to Anne's house, wondering why Anne was taking so long. He walked into the front doors. "Where's Annabelle?" he asked.
"You?!" hissed Camille. "How dare you come here?"
"You either call her down or I'll get her myself," he yelled.
"Ricard!" called Camille. "Take this man out of here!"
Ricard walked up to him. "My sister just left with her husband," he said.
Maurice shook his head. "No, it's not true."
"Of course it is, the party ended and the newlyweds already left."
"Where?" demanded Maurice.
"That doesn't concern you!" hissed Ricard.
Maurice snarled. "I'll find them and when I do I'll take her away from him and you," he said, walking out of the house. They all looked at each other hoping that Maurice and Erik never confront each other because if they do it'll be the death of them both and Anne.
Erik and Anne rode the carriage until night fall. Not once has he stopped glaring at her. The nerves gave Anne goose bumps. Every time he moved, she almost jumped from her seat, thinking that he was going to attack her. "How long did you know about the arrangement I did with you mother?" he asked.
"Almost immediately," she said, quietly.
"You agreed immediately, too?" he sneered.
Anne glared at him. "I was never in agreement."
"Then why did you marry me," he asked.
"Because I didn't have any other choice," she answered back coldly. Erik looked away from her. Of course, no one in their right mind would fall in love with me freely, he thought. "Where are we going?" asked Anne, breaking the silence.
"Orleans," he said, calmly.
"Without stopping?" she asked. "We're not going to stop at a hotel or something?"
Erik smirked. "Do you want to?"
Anne shifted in her seat nervously. "W-Well, I'll like to freshen up a bit and…"
"Alright," he said. Anne sighed and closed her eyes. She hoped that it wouldn't be a long night.
"Come in, Monsieur," said the owner of the small hotel as Erik and Anne came in. It was the first one they could find. "Are you going to spend the night?"
"Oui," said Erik.
"I have a very decent room for people of your class," said the smaller man.
"Two rooms, please," intervened Anne.
Erik glared at her, but nodded. "Two rooms and we would like to have dinner."
"I'm not hungry," said Anne behind him.
Erik sighed. "Tell someone to take my wife to her room and another to bring me food."
The owner nodded. "I'll immediately send someone to get your luggage."
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Erik sighed, thinking if it was a mistake bringing Anne with him, but the more he thought of her betrayal the angrier he got. They had fooled him once before, but he wasn't going to let that happen again. This time he's going to get the girl.
"Would you like me to show you to your room, Monsieur," asked the hotel owner. Erik nodded. The man showed him to his room. "This is your wife's room and this is yours," he said, pointing to the rooms opposite to each others.
Erik nodded and thanked the man. His hand went towards the knob of his door, but stopped. He turned his head and went towards his wife's room. He opened the door and saw that she already went to bed. Anne opened her eyes and gasped, seeing Erik come inside.
"Do you need something?" she asked as she covered herself. Erik only ignored her as he began to take off his clothes. "I hope that you don't intend to…"
"We both know that you aren't the same innocent woman that I thought you were," he said, staring at her. "So, by now you understand that I've lusted for you."
Anne gulped. "Please, I can't at this time."
"But I can," he retorted back he said, unbuttoning his shirt. Anne panted as he began to take off his pants. "You've excited me since the first time I saw you," he said.
Anne turned away. "But I don't love you," she said, desperately.
Erik froze for a moment, but shrugged. "That doesn't matter. I don't care. I married you so I could have you." Anne went to get out of the bed, but Erik stopped her. "Look at me," he hissed. "I want you to see me and realize that I'm the one in your bed not the other man."
"How could you be so cruel?" she said, through her teeth.
"No more than you. I'm going to show you how bad you've hurt me," he said, kissing down her neck.
Anne gasped in disgust. "No, please, let me go!"
"I'll never forgive you!" growled Erik as his hands went through her body.
"For the love of God, please stop," shrieked Anne. She gasped as he suddenly stopped and looked at her. "Please, save me from this embarrassment," she whispered. She looked into his blue eyes as his fingers traced her lips. He gently laid a kiss on her lips. Anne looked up as he pulled away. He gently wiped her tears away and kissed her again. Anne was shocked by his tenderness, but something inside her liked it. She barely kissed back, but didn't stop him. She panted as he left warm kisses on her face and neck, almost making a mark on every spot he touched.
Erik slowly pulled her night gown off her and sighed when he saw her naked body underneath him. She went to cover herself, but he stopped her. His hands slowly traced her body, feeling the soft, smooth skin. His kisses trailed further down to her breasts. Anne began to struggle again, but Erik pinned her down the bed.
"I'm going to force you to love it, Anne," he hissed. "You will never forget this night," he said as he took one of her breasts into his mouth.
Anne cried in shock. She never felt anything like this and no one has touched her like how he has. His hands went to cup her bottom, making her gasp. He slowly nudged himself between her legs. Anne's eyes widened when she felt his erection pressing against her thigh.
Erik groaned and released her breast. He kissed further down, passing her belly and soon he was between Anne's legs. She breathed heavily, seeing her new husband in her most intimate place. She went to close her legs, but Erik forced them apart. He gave her a glare and most dared her to do it again. She jumped when one of his fingers touched her clit.
Erik touched it again, making her whimpered. She bit her bottom lip from trying to make any noise, but the way he was touching her was too hard to resist. This must be a sin, she thought. Anne's back arched back as Erik's tongue began to lick what he had just touched. She grasped the sheets as he began to suckle on her nub.
Her head trashed from side to side from the pleasure that Erik was giving her. Her pants were getting heavier and heavier as he twisted his tongue around her love area. Anne almost pressed further into his mouth, but forced her hips from wanting to do so. Erik began to lick more furiously as the events from today played over his mind again. He wanted her to make her want him, to make her regret for betraying him.
"Oh, God," she whimpered as she felt a boiling heat begin to take over her body. "D-Don't…"
"Don't what, Anne," he asked, rubbing her clit, furiously.
"No," she pleaded.
"Tell me," he growled. "Tell me!"
"I don't know," she cried.
Erik growled and pulled her to him, pressing his erection at her entrance. "You know, Anne, don't act so innocent with me." Anne cried as Erik's shaft began to push inside her. She let out a scream as he thrust all the way in, breaking her hymen. Erik froze when he broke her barrier. He gulped in realization that she was still a virgin. Was a virgin, he thought.
Anne sobbed as the pleasure that she felt was now pain. She silently thanked God that Erik had stilled. She trembled as she grasped the sheets tighter. "I-I never slept with him," she whispered.
"Shut up," hissed Erik, trying not to cry. He hated that she was still thinking about him while they were fucking, but he also hated to see her in such pain. Erik felt her relax beneath him and gave him the unconscious notion to move. Anne gasped as he began to move. The pain to her delight was gone, but was replaced with the same feeling she had earlier. She looked up at Erik's masked face, who stared daggers back at her. She kept her lips sealed as he began to push back into her.
Erik saw the need in her face and knew she was trying to hold back. He pushed his hips harder against hers as his shaft penetrated into her womb again and again. Anne let out a moan of pleasure as he sped up. She gripped the sheets harder and soon her body felt like it was in an inferno. Something inside her exploded and saw white stars in her eyes. She heard a scream and realized it was her.
Erik groaned as she came around him. Her scream of bliss was music to his ears. He slammed himself to the hilt as he continued to pleasure her. Anne gasped as Erik soon shot his seed inside of her. Erik groaned as the orgasm took over his body, making him tremble in pleasure. He collapsed beside his new wife, both panting and staring at the ceiling.
Tears formed in her eyes, not believing what had just happened. She heard Erik roll over and soon snores started coming from him. Her eye lids started to droop and sleep overtook her as well.
They departed the next day to Orleans. The carriage ride was quiet, neither one spoke about their actions last night. Anne remembered what her aunt had said about what married couples do after they're married, how she might actually like it when he made love to her. Did I like it? She thought secretly. No… or yes? No, this can't be. I hate him. I despise him.
Erik looked up at her. She looked like a frightened cat, clutching her handkerchief tightly. "Are you hungry? There is still a long road ahead of us to Orleans. If you want we can stop to at least stretch your legs," he said softly and calmly, but still with a serious look on his face. Anne stayed quiet. "I hope you know that I pictured our first night together very different than how it actually happened."
"Don't speak about that," she whispered. "All I want to do is erase that memory from my mind. It was the worst moment of my entire life."
Erik glared at her. "How do you think I felt when I found out that you secretly loved another man? Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Because I was nothing but a coward. Since I was a girl they told me that I couldn't marry anyone outside my class, that it was my duty to forget about all my emotions to carry my family in high standards, and if necessary, I had to sacrifice myself," she sobbed.
Erik's face snarled even more. "Look how you have changed from being that shy girl. It looks like you have blood in your veins. You speak of not being allowed to love someone outside your class. Are you referring to Maurice? Is he a gardener, a peasant?!" he growled.
Anne shook her head. "Maurice is an intelligent and noble man with his only flaw is being poor. He doesn't need money or a last name to have rightful human class."
"So that's how you feel?" Erik grabbed her harshly by the chin forcing her to look at him. "Don't you dare speak of your lover like that to me because I swear I'll throttle you with my bare hands."
"Why don't you do it then? Why don't you just end this already?!" she yelled. "Kill me! Kill me!"
Erik released his grip. He sighed in frustration, seeing Anne crying her eyes off. He closed his eyes, trying to relax, but he, just like her, were in no mood for relaxing.
Erik got off the carriage once the carriage stopped at a hotel near Orleans. He held his hand out for Anne, but she just stared at it. He sighed harshly and shoved his hand to the side, letting her get off the carriage on her own. "We're going to eat something," he said.
"I'm not hungry," she retorted back, turning her back towards him.
"We're going to eat something," he said, louder.
"I'm not hungry," she repeated, going back into the carriage, but Erik pulled her by the arm.
"Don't forget that I'm the hurt one in this situation and instead of acting this way you should be asking me for forgiveness," he growled.
"I gave you the opportunity to annul our marriage," she said harshly.
Erik smirked. "And how would your family pay me back the money?"
"I'm sure that my father would have done everything possible to return you the money we owe you," she spat.
"Your father would have died in shame knowing what his wife did," he said, "and that his precious daughter is nothing but a whore." Anne looked at him in shock and slapped him across the face. Erik was taken back by her actions. Luckily, he held onto his mask before it fell. Anne still struggled to hit him, but he grabbed her arms to the side. He felt a sting across his cheek, knowing that she scratched him and it was possibly bleeding. "Alright, is this how you want our marriage to be like?"
"Please, let me return back home," she begged, seeing the scratch on his face.
"No," he said, firmly.
"Why not? You already got what you wanted…"
Erik pulled her to him, grabbing her by the neck. "Do you think one night with you in bed is worth all the money I paid for you?"
"Let me leave, please," she pleaded. Erik frowned, seeing her sob. He hated seeing her mortified. He wanted to console her, but his pride was getting the best of him.
"Mademoiselle," said one of the servants of Erik's manor, Lamar. Marie turned around. It seemed strange to her that he was out of breath. She's had a long, but happy day. Her nanny finally came and she didn't feel so lonely now. Erik, out of respected, offered her one of the better room after her father died. She was heartbroken, knowing that he was already married, but at least she could still admire him from afar as long as the new lady of the house permit it, of course. "Monsieur Levesque just arrived."
Marie frowned. "He did? Alone?"
The servant shook his head. "He just got out of the carriage with his new bride."
Marie nodded and quickly made her way outside.
Anne wrapped her arms around herself as she looked at her new home. It was solitary from the rest of the small town. She was used to living around a lot of people in the city and it frightened her that she was apart from the world.
"Bonjour Marie," said Erik, stepping next to Anne.
"We weren't expecting you," simply said Marie, surprised to see him.
Erik nodded. "Anne this is Marie Leroy. She's Julian's daughter."
"Pleasure meeting you, Madame," courted Marie.
Anne said nothing and just stared. "Tell someone to bring our bags up to the room," said Erik as he led Anne into the manor. Marie still looked at them puzzled. She wondered why they hadn't gone on their honeymoon and why Anne and him were already appeared upset.
Anne felt tears forming in her eyes as she examined her new room. It was well decorated with the feminine touch, but it wasn't the same as her room. One of the maids, Lucy, was going to bring water up so that she could bathe. Anne quickly dismissed her when she asked if she'd wanted to bathe before or after dinner, saying that she wasn't going to eat.
"Maurice, Father, why did you let this happen?" she asked herself. "Please, come get me."
Erik slouched against his couch in his music room as he twirled his wedding ring around. He had wondered how he got into this mess. He had wanted a wife that badly that he fell in love with the first pretty face, and she hated him. How could he be so stupid? The ring had no meaning in her part. What was the point of wearing it now?
His mind snapped back when he heard the door knocking. He placed his mask back on. "Come in," he ordered.
Marie came in with great caution. She was afraid that if she said something out of place, he'll explode. She's seen it before and it wasn't a pretty sight. "Do you want us to serve you dinner, Monsieur?" she asked.
"Yes, when my wife comes down," he said, sighing.
"M-My Nana came today," she said.
Erik continued to look at the ring in his hand. "I'm glad for you."
"I would also like to say that I'll go back to my old room tomorrow and eat in the kitchen with the other employees."
Erik glanced up. "Why?"
"Maybe because your wife wouldn't like it," she whispered.
Erik got up, fixing himself a bit. "Nothing in this house will change, so don't worry about it." Marie smiled a bit and went to leave, but Erik again spoke up. "Marie, you know my suitcases, right?"
"Oui," answered Marie, quickly.
"Place them in the same room as always," he said, heading towards his piano, his back towards her.
"Y-You aren't going to sleep in the same bedroom as your wife?" she asked boldly.
Erik tensed. "Non."
Marie smiled quickly, but regained her composure. "Right away, sir." She quickly made her way to her bedroom, where her nanny, Mae, was already sleeping on the chair. "Nana, Nana," she said, waking her up. "Nana, Monsieur Erik and his wife are here."
"What? So soon?" asked Mae.
"Oui and both with faces that seem that they just came back from a funeral!" explained Marie. "Something must have happened to them because even Monsieur Erik has two scratches on his face. He even told me to put his luggage in his room not hers. He won't sleep with her, Nana!"
"Why, though?" asked Mae, curiously.
Marie shrugged. "I don't know, but maybe he regrets marrying her."
Mae's brow rose. "Maybe he found something he didn't like about her."
"Your bath is ready, Madame," said Lucy.
Anne smiled. "Merci," she said going into the bathroom. She stopped cold when she noticed that there was another door connected to the bathroom. She could have guessed that it was Erik's bedroom.
"The water is warm for you, Madame. I never helped bathe a city girl like yourself, but if you need any help, you can always show me."
Anne smiled politely. "Non, thank you. That will be all."
"Well, then, goodnight, Madame," Lucy said, leaving Anne alone.
Anne sighed as she took off her robe and got into the tub. She couldn't help the tears forming in her eyes again. She wanted to escape, drown herself in the tub or in her own tears. She didn't care, but life as she knew it, wasn't worth living anymore.
Erik went into Anne's bedroom to see if she was going to eat. He sighed when he heard the sobs that came out from Anne. The walls were thin and he too would cry, but anger rose again remembering what had happened. He truly was a damned creature.
I know super bad sex scene, but I didn't want too much taking like my regular once since these two were very angry with each other. Thanks for reading and please remember to review!