GRAPHIC: In Dreams..(Christine)

[Monsieur Le Fantome]

There was nothing but pleasure. The sweet scent of her flesh filled his senses, the feeling of the silk of her skin beneath his fingertips exquisite. Erik groaned.

"Oh, angel..." he sighed, pressing his emaciated lips to her throat. Instead of shuddering she smiled, wrapping her slender arms about his bony shoulders and drawing him closer. The warmth of her embrace stunned him, and Erik fought the urge to weep as he joined them.

Christine gave a little, sweet gasp, her thighs tightening about his waist. Erik paused, afraid he had hurt her, but his little minx beckoned him on by wiggling her hips against him. He obeyed.

His fingers, long and spider-like, tangled in that mass of exquisite curls. Her hair was wild and free, refusing to be tamed and he had always loved it. Being permitted to touch it, however, was too wonderful for words. He laced his fingers through the tight curls, tugging gently. She heeded his silent command, her chin tipping upwards and permitting him further access to the flesh of her throat. He explored it's expanse with hot kisses, their bodies rocking together with the melody of their breathing and moans as soundtrack.

Erik turned suddenly, pulling Christine atop him as he rolled onto his back - their bodies still joined. A bright crimson flush spread across her cheeks and down along her throat, staining the milky white of her breasts with it's kiss.

"Erik," she complained in embarassment, her beautiful eyes hidden by the low sweep of her lashes. Erik chuckled, his strange hands falling to rest on the swell of her hips. She opened her sweet mouth to complain again, but he quieted her by thrusting his hips up suddenly. Whatever she was going to say was lost, replaced by a soft "oooh", her ruby lips curled into a perfect o.

"Angel," he murmured in delight, as Christine forgot her bashfulness and became once again an eager participant in their love-making. Watching her body in it's rhythm atop him was more than Erik could handle, and soon they had both found completion in one another. Christine collapsed against his chest, panting, and he stroked her back affectionately.

Before they could drift into sleep, however, a tinkling noise interrupted. Erik's brow furrowed, wondering what it might be. The sound became more persistent and the present began to fade, becoming hazy and distant until Erik realized that he was not in the Louis-Phillipe room at all, but in his own coffin. It had all been a dream, a delicious and terrible dream.

Erik groaned, this time out of frustration instead of passion. The tinkling persisted, telling him that Christine had awoken and was, in fact, in the kitchen. That was a recipe for disaster. He arose quickly, noting with chagrin that he needed to bathe before rescuing her from herself. He hurried off to do just that and it was nearly half an hour before he finally emerged. He was clothed as elegantly as always, wearing even his soft leather gloves. His thoughts plagued him; his student was little more than a child, scarcely sixteen, and to think of her in such a manner was terrible of him. His regret made him feel awkward as he shadowed the doorway of the kitchen where he found her sipping a cup of tea.

"Ah... hello." He said, seeming as uncertain of himself as he always was in her presence. She looked up at him and his breath caught. How was he supposed to not think those things when, with a single glance, she absolutely took his breath away every time?

[Christine De Changy]

In Dreams...



Christine awoke from her troubled slumber in the lavishly decorated room Erik called her own; she sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes pushing her long dark curls from her face. She didn’t remember going to bed, she must have fallen asleep in the living room and Erik must have carried her to her bed while she was sleeping. Christine had lost all track of time and was unsure of how long she’d been down here, it could be weeks it could be months but she had no idea. Time seemed to abandon the house on the lake as if once you where there you where no longer apart of the rest of the world. And yet strangely Christine felt somewhat at ease, of course the first time she’d been brought down to this strange house she’d been terrified of the man but somehow she often felt in a dream like state around him, completely relaxed.

Christine knew she should be afraid of this power he somehow held over her but the fear seemed to have gone to sleep and she drifted about the house barely aware of his presence around her unless he was giving her singing lessons. Quite often he’d lock himself up in his room working away and Christine and learnt quickly not to disturb him. Getting up from the bed she noted the gown placed on the chair by the door, he often left her items of clothing or books for her to read to pass the time. She traced her fingers softly against the fabric; it was expensive with intricate patterns decorated across the bodice. A part of her was afraid to put the dress on, she was always afraid her actions would be interpreted as a sign of commitment towards Erik but at the same time she didn’t want to upset him. She had managed most of her visit not to send him into one of his terrifying rages. She had never seen anger like his before, and when he flew into a rage she’d cower back in fear wanting to seek refuge in the nearest corner.

She often wondered why he would choose her to keep him company; she was so meek and fragile. She scared easily and was often compared to a mouse by the other ballet girls. Erik was more like a lion and she thought it cruel of God for having him choose someone mouse like similar to her when he deserved a lioness, someone that wouldn’t shrink away if he came too close to her. Christine removed the dress she’d worn the night before and dressed in the gown he’d placed upon her chair. She smiled shyly at her image in the mirror; the dress fitted perfectly and certainly emphasized her womanly features. Turning away from the mirror she ventured towards the door and was surprised when she turned the handle it opened. Erik frequently took to locking her in her room and it was only recently she’d found that her bedroom door was sometimes left unlocked.

She ventured out into the corridor and glanced into the living room; relieved to see he wasn’t around, she liked the times when she could potter about the house leaving him to his work she would run a duster absent mindedly across the mantel piece, although she had been asked not to since the last time she’d dusted she had knocked a statue off smashing it on the stone fireplace.

She hadn’t realized how hungry she was, Erik had the tendency to skip meals especially when he was working. Her stomach rumbled and she wandered into the kitchen browsing the various cupboards for something she could eat. Christine wasn’t very good at cooking in fact the last time she’d tried to cook something she’d set the pan alight and almost let the gas leak from the stove, she had nearly fainted from the shock of it all. This of course had resulted in Erik also banning her from touching the cooking appliances. She sighed with frustration there was nothing very edible in the cupboards accept the fruit so she picked up an apple and took a bite sitting at the table in the kitchen.

She didn’t hear Erik enter the room until he spoke, he had the ability to just appear from nowhere and it unnerved her greatly, she looked up setting her brown eyes on the man before her, he was very bony but the clothing he wore padded out his limbs, his hair was dark although Christine often wondered if it where his own and of course the biggest mystery of all was his face. He wore a white mask covering the majority of his face, she had no idea why this was so but often had nightmares about the white mask looming out from the darkness at her.

“Hello” she said in barely a whisper her voice catching in her throat, “I’m sorry I was hungry I didn’t mean to disturb you” she said her voice breaking as he looked at her. His stare was intimidating it was as if he could read her thoughts with one single look and it made her feel like a small child caught doing something she shouldn’t be doing.



Word Count. 877
Status. Finnished.
Extra Notes.
Woo! I hope what I put makes sense and stuff. Also I hope I dont Contradict Christines feelings cause methinks I do alot! lol

[Monsieur Le Fantome]

Christine was clearly frightened of him. Her entire demeanor changed when she perceived his presence, and Erik felt slightly disgruntled at that. Even without having seen his hideous face, even with the hours of sheer bliss they spent together at his piano, no matter what Erik seemed to do the skittish thing would tense as soon as he appeared. He wanted to curse and retreat, and at the same exact moment to crush her to him and kiss the foolish thing senseless.

Of course, he did neither. His voice was tense as he spoke.

"Of course. I normally have your breakfast prepared before now. Forgive my tardiness."

Erik swept past her and set about making her a hot breakfast. She was a slight figure anyway, a mere apple would do nothing for her constitution. He made it a habit of feeding her well during the times she would stay with him in his house on the lake. Typically she would awaken to the delicious smells of cooking and find the meal already spread across the table in his absence. He had been quite distracted this morning, however, and just thinking about such things in her presence made his face burn. He was, in a rare moment, thankful for the mask that hid his face from her.

He could feel her gaze upon his back as he moved about deftly, easily preparing the food she had worried over. It made him feel both elated and uncomfortable. He had her attention and that alone was enough to make him feel.. worthy? Something he couldn't name, perhaps. But before he could revel in the pleasantness of it the dark voice in his mind reminded him that she was probably glaring at him, thinking terrible thoughts and wishing she could be back in her bed in the dormitories. A black mood fell upon him.

"Shall we sing after you eat?" he asked, in an attempt to dispel the shadows threatening his sanity for the day