She's GONE - A Fifty Shades Fanfiction

~ Chapter 2 - Ana~

Oh Christian! My heart broke as I watched him walk out of the bar a completely different man. He was so different that he was no longer the man I loved...I still love him. I would always love him. That was never going to change. He was so cold, hard, no feelings whatsoever.

That new man who walked out was so close to the edge of the proverbial cliff now. It scares me. If he were to fall, Christian, the man that he was becoming before I died, would be gone. That Bitch Troll would be all too happy to pick him up after pushing him off of that cliff. Besides me, Elena was the only one who understood his needs.

Ever since I died, Elena has been working him way back into Christian's life, waiting for the right moment to get him back into the lifestyle. I really think that the bitch wanted him for herself. But what the hell could do? I was just a ghost. I couldn't do anything at all.

I desperately needed to help Christian some how. I wanted it. I had to make sure that he was happy before I moved on. The light was where he needed to be. Love and Light...that was what he needed...what I gave him.

That was it! How could I get that for him?

Then it hit me, I knew exactly what I needed to do. With renewed hope, I walked out of the bar feeling myself become weightless, as a slight breeze blew around me, my particles scattered and disappeared.

The plane did not go as well as I had hoped it would when I appeared in the Red Room at our penthouse. I could feel that, on some level, Christian's call to me. It was pulling me. I had been so close to my goal.

Many memories flashed before me as I remembered all the times we had in here. It was mostly good, but there was one memory that stayed with me. I was not here to go down memory lane.

I was not sure about the day at the moment when I glanced at Christian. He was naked accept for those jeans he usually wore in here. They were the ones that hung low on his waist and he was definitely hot.

Standing near Christian, I was still mesmerized with him after all this time. I could not take my eyes off of him. He stood near the bed a brown plated flogger with beads at the end staring at his sub naked and tied up on the four poster bed. She was wearing a red blind fold across her eyes.

For a moment, Christian stood there frozen and then moved back away from the bed. What was it that he saw that made him step back?

"Ana..." Christian breathed.

It was more a question. I think he must have flashed back to the time that he'd used the flogger on me. His actions had not scared the sub, she just laid there waiting for him to make his move, but Christian had dropped the flogger, looking around the room.

"Ana, I know you're here..."

"Sir?" The sub finally asked.

Was it my presence registering with him? I could not reveal myself just yet, but an idea came to mind. I reached around him, without touching him, and pressed play on the remote sitting on the bedside table. The music, slow at first, piped its way through the speakers. It was a slow, beautiful piano piece that got was even sadder. It reminded me of the songs that Christian plays when he was sad.

"What the fuck?" Christian said under his breathe and pressed the stop button.

I think that even that freaked Christian out.

"Sir?" The sub asked worriedly.

The mood had changed and Christian suddenly untied each leg and arm and removed the mask when he was finished.

"Get your things and get out."

"But sir?" The sub sat up but Christian looked away from her.

It was harder for him to look at her knowing that my presence was in the room.