I Belong to You (Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"Now, my dear, everything is ready. All that's left to do is-"

"I'm hungry!" Christine interrupted. She yelled the words in an attempt to distract Erik from where his attention lay...on marrying him. "I'm starving!"

Erik had finished locking the front door and was immediately distracted from his plan by her words. The absolute last thing he wanted was for his Christine to be hungry. It was true, he had yet to feed her.. She had to be verge of fainting from lack of energy! He focused his eyes on his love prepared to start apologizing profusely, but he was briefly taken aback by her appearance. She looked to be a bundle of nerves. She truly does not wish to marry me.. But still, her appetite would come first. "Come, follow me," he said and began walking away.

Christine was relieved by the fact that her hunger had distracted him. She really was starving, too, it wasn't a lie. She hadn't eaten since a snack she'd had at home... before her life became such a mess. The thought made her wish to cry. I want to go home.. Oh, how she wished she were there instead of being stuck with this psycho. Well, at least he refrained from blindfolding her. This way, she was able to walk freely and see everything in his house. She turned her head to look at the locked front door one last time before deciding it would be best to follow him.

They reached a kitchen, and Christine looked around. Everything looked expensive. The appliances were stainless steel, there was a nice island in the middle, and a beautiful chandelier hung above a table on the right side of the room. How does he have all this money? Two houses and a kitchen that looks like this? And he's only a voice teacher? Something's not adding up.. Christine didn't have time to analyze it further, because Erik began speaking.

"Please sit at the table. Would you like a cheese omelet?" Erik smiled in a doting way when she looked at him. He only wished she could be comfortable in the home that was now hers.

"Sure," she replied with a shrug before sitting at the table. Eating his food wasn't something she was thrilled about doing. If she didn't, though, he would continue with his plan- marriage. The very thought was literally making her feel sick, but that also could have been due to her hunger. Christine watched as he removed eggs and cheese from the refrigerator. He got a small bowl and a frying pan from a cabinet. Her attention wasn't really focused on what he was doing, though. Instead, she was thinking about the nightmare, which was her life.

He told me that he loves me.. That's the whole reason he's doing this. But- "How can you claim to love me?" she abruptly asked. "You don't even know me."

Erik stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. "I do know you, Christine. It is through knowing you that I fell in love with you."

That wasn't satisfying. There was still too much that didn't make sense. "I looked around the room you locked me in. How is it that you know my favorite color? And my favorite books? And my clothing size?" Part of her was wanting answers to her questions, but another part was scared of what he would say.

"It wasn't hard to figure out your favorite color. Your music folder is light blue, and you often wear clothes consisting of that color. Honestly, your clothing size was a guess. I suppose I have a good eye," he said, chuckling a little.

His nonchalant answers aggravated her so much! "What about my favorite books? You couldn't have known them by only seeing me during voice lessons." Now he was cornered.

Erik studied her from his distance. The answers would frighten her, he knew. She really did deserve to know the truth, though. He'd been keeping so many things from her for so long now. "I suppose I will be honest with you. I know various things about you because I took the liberty of visiting your house on more than one occasion. I visited your bedroom, specifically, and that is where I gained my knowledge." Perhaps a compliment would help calm her down, as he could see that his words had indeed scared her. "You are such a fascinating young woman."