CHAPTER 4 :
Modern-Day : Erik's House - Christine's Bedroom
Christine's eyes drew up like curtains and she leaped up from the bed immediately, wildly looking around. The last thing that she could remember was a soft material roughly pushing itself to her nostrils and next thing, she was in this unfamiliar bed in this unfamiliar room. 'Where am I?' she thought, worried as she stared around. It was pretty but yet it did not ease the panic thumping in her heart. Lifting the blanket off of her body, she got off the bed and headed towards the windows where curtains were drawn over it. She peered out and froze - it was dark. She shrieked as a hand descended onto her shoulder.
"Calm down, Christine," an all-too-familiar voice smoothly said. She whirled around and the person who stood in front of her confirmed her suspicions.
"Mr Stoker!" she gasped, shocked all the same. Erik smirked, she had recognized him through the large amount of anesthetic injected into her bloodstream. Christine was glaring at him, fury and sadness battling in blue pools. Her fists were clenched tightly into balls of stone till it grew white and her lips were pursed tightly in a straight line - she was not pleased.
"Why have you brought me here?" she snapped, her eyes narrowed into snake-like slits as she stared at him. Erik did not reply. It was...surprising. This was first time he had ever heard or seen Christine this angry and snapping at others. But then, who wouldn't be frightened and angry at a dangerous man dragging them away from the comforts of their lives?
"I have...rescued you from the world that lacks humanity, Christine," was his soft reply. Christine's jaw dropped open but quickly closed up again, dumbstruck as she stared at her former teacher whom she had previously looked up to so much. All respect for him were rapidly dissolving now. What he did was too far!
"You rescued me? This isn't rescuing, Mr Stoker! It's kidnapping, it's a sin!" she protested, her voice starting to shake. Erik had not answered for he was gazing at her - even when she was bubbling with anger, she seemed so appealing. Indeed, indeed, she was an angel. His angel. At that precise moment, Christine wavered and she had to grab onto the edges of the bed to keep herself from falling.
"Are you alright?" he asked, a huge tone of worry in his voice. Christine shook her head, her world was getting blurry. What had he done to her?
"I'm fine, just a bit dizzy..." she muttered, forcing herself to stand upright. Erik sighed.
"Perhaps you should rest on your bed for a while, Christine. The anesthetic must have made you this uncomfortable," he suggested gently and Christine's blood boiled. Aesthetic? 'This guy is creepy!' she thought.
"You gave me what?" she hissed, advancing towards him aggressively. It was unlike of to act this way but trying to calm herself down just irked her even more, this was reality! It's not as if she fell asleep again she would wake up on the pavement where she had passed out! Erik blinked.
"Aesthetic," he replied calmly, "It's not toxic or a dangerous substance, my dear, no worries." Christine gaped at him - he was a mad man!
"How did you get in here without making a sound?" she demanded, remembering on how stealthily he had entered the room without her knowledge. Erik chuckled and waved his hand. 'Since he loves waving his hands so much, why don't he wave to the police instead...' Christine darkly thought as his mouth opened.
"It's all natural for me, Christine. Now, you should get some sleep first before we continue our little chat," he said, turning to the door. Christine was flabbergasted and as the door closed, she heard its lock. He was locking her in? Was she a prisoner in this place? And maybe the next time he entered, she would have to wear chains and tattered clothing? And then she would not be able to move around but just huddle in the corner like a tortured mutt? 'High chance on that happening...' she growled.
'Wait! My phone!' she thought, excitement surged in her and she hurriedly place her hand into the pockets of her shorts. Feeling around, she felt horror spreading and her previous happiness and relief was soaked up. It wasn't there! Had he taken it? She slumped onto the carpeted floor and curled up into a ball - this was a nightmare.
Modern-Day : Erik's House - Private Study
Erik was sitting by his laptop - his eyes searching around the boxes, had he left anything there? He needed to make sure that there was no pieces of clues or evidence that could be given to the annoying police. 'Nothing...' he looked at the places again. Nothing.
He was just standing up when a white tiny object caught his eye. Looking back, he realized it was Christine's phone. Along side it was a long white wire - her earplugs. Erik quickly left his study and stopped in front of the room he had recently left.
"Christine?" he called. There was no answer. "Christine?" Still silence. He moved his head closer to the door but heard nothing. Turning away, he went down the stairs to the front door - he needed to retrieve that phone before anyone else did.
Modern-Day : Erik's House - Christine's Bedroom
Christine had heard Erik calling her name but she didn't answer back, she was felt like it was all a dream. "Gosh, why is this happening to me?' she buried her head deeper into her hands and wished for everything to just be an illusion, a hallucination. 'Damn it, it isn't.' she thought to herself. Then, a rise of panic exploded and Christine's head shot up. What of Mama Valerius? Meg and Raymond?
"Oh no..." she whispered, staring out of the glass - the stars were dim and seemed to be mocking at her bad luck. "This is bad...really bad..." She leaped up and dashed to the door, only to find it still locked. Feeling even more doomed, she glanced at the window - was it possible? Should she try to do it?
E/N : Well, thank you for all your reviews! But I'm ending this fanfiction.
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Bah, just kidding! Keke~~ Anyways, I would just like to 'say' this : this story is INSPIRED by 'I Belong To You'.