Protect Her, At All Costs. (Phantom of the Opera AU)

William Grant

Christine awoke tied to a chair. She glanced around the room.

"Oh boy." She rolled her eyes.

"Hello, Christine." A voice said.

"You aren't menacing." She spoke in a monotone voice.

"Oh, aren't I?" They stepped out from the darkness.

A tall man. He didn't have a mask. He wasn't like Erik. She quickly analyzed his face. He wasn't awful looking. He had some stubble growing on his neck and brown hair that sat on his head. He had big, brown eyes that stared right back at her. She normally would've found them comforting, even adorable, if they hadn't been the eyes of her kidnapper.

"Can you take me home?" She asked.

He pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. He seems to have shifted his personality drastically.

"I would think you'd be more scared. You know, being kidnapped and all."

"This ain't my first rodeo. Can you take me home now?"

"I've heard you were spunky."

"From who, James?"

"You know James?"

"Are you daft?"

He paused. Uh oh.
"William Grant." He held out his hand for her to shake.

She glared at him. Her arms were tied behind her back. Her expression changed.

"Did you say William Grant?"

"You aren't supposed to be the one asking questions."

"Where did you grow up?"

"I'm not answer-"

"Tell me."
He stared at her for a moment.

"Italy."

"Did you have parents?"

"Enough with the bullshit."
"No, just answer."

He glared at her and then broke eye contact.

"I'm not answering that."
Christine sighed and looked down.

"Erik told me about you. How you tormented him in the orphanage."

"Erik who?" He asked, preoccupied.

"Erik Destler."

William paused. He slowly turned to face Christine.

"So you know Erik?" He raised an eyebrow.

Christine said nothing. She simply looked at him. William cracked his knuckles.

"Are you going to beat me up?"
"Sure, but not with my bare hands."

Christine swallowed. Her throat was dry.

"What do you want to start with?" He asked.

Christine looked across the table on the far side of the room.

"That one." She nodded with her head.

"Good choice."

William picked up a small dagger.

"So what does it do?"
"It's a knife."
"No shit. I mean what are you going to do with it?"

"Make small cuts on your legs."

Christine sharply inhaled.

"Scared?"
"No, you're just going to be slightly shocked."

"Will I?" He smirked.