Too Dark to Even Try (Beneath a Moonless Sky fanfic)

We Both Knew Why

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Sorry about the short chapter...to be fair I posted two in a night.

     "I had not know you to be so fickle," Erik whispered against her neck.

She was a piece of perfection in that wedding gown, it complimented her in ways Erik had not known to be possible.

His heart twisted in agony, for she was not his bride to gape at.

Erik bared his teeth.

Christine's tempting brown eyes filled with refief, confusion, than fear.

Fear. Always fear.

"E-Erik I thought---they said---" she stuttered, but he did not let her finish.

"You married him! How could you do that? Did I mean nothing to you? Did what we shared mean nothing?" He knew rejection all too well, yet he was still blind sided.

She shook her head furiously.

"N-no, Erik, I love you!" Christine cried, reaching out to touch his face.

Erik slapped her hand away.

"Ha! Love! And what do you know of that? You said you would marry me---me!" Christine stepped towards him, and he stepped back in one motion.

"I did not want to marry him, you must believe me!" She pleaded him with her eyes...those lying, hypnotizing eyes.

"Oh, so you did not want to marry him!" His voice dipped in sarcasm. "Well, then. Now I understand!"

Christine's gentle features contorted into hurt.

"Erik, do not tease! I did not want to! But you were gone; L'agents were after you. The Vilcomtesse had my ladies maid come and spy on me...she knew about us! The Vicomtesse told me that you had been captured and were sent to be k-killed,"A fresh tear fell down her cheek.

Fury rose up in his chest.

"And with me out of the way, you could marry your precious lover---oh, but my dear Christine, you forget that I am your lover too!" He sneered at her to hide the brokenness he felt.

Her gaze turned cold.

"How dare you think I could forget," she whispered. "The Vicomtesse threatened me, if I did not marry her son, she would toss me out penniless. She threatened to make sure I would never sing again, in an opera or any stage. What was I to do? I thought I had lost you!" Christine shrieked, wrapping her arms around herself.

"There is one thing I believe you do not understand..." His voice in low tones. "I will always find a way to have you by my side."

He saw hope rise in her eyes, and he shattered it with one simple sentence.

"But now...." Erik chuckled bitterly. "I cannot stand the very sight of you."

Christine whimpered, and he saw her growing faint.

"No...you....l-love me...." She cried, more tears spilling from her eyes.

Erik could not find the strength to lie.

"Yes," he broke. "I love you."

"Let me leave with you! We shall elope, we will be free...." Christine successfully clasped onto his black cloak. He stared into her eyes to find the deceit that always lie beneath the surface, but found none. Her gaze held nothing but love...love for him. Lovers knew you better than you know yourself, and Erik knew Christine meant every word she said. She loved him...

Erik did not pry her away.

"Christine...." He murmured. "Mon petit ange...they forced you didn't they?" Christine nodded weakly and Erik growled low in his throat.

"I should not have doubted you..." She whispered.

"Nor I," his hushed tone filled the space between them. But soon, they stood pressed against one another, their lips a touch away from connecting.

"I love you," Christine spoke shyly.

"I love you...oh how I love you!" Erik cried, removing all space between them.

They kissed a lover's kiss---a passionate, romantic kiss.

Erik's lips trailed down to Christine's jaw, nipping her neck. His bites were too soft to leave marks, but Erik knew she felt them to a full hearing her moans.

He brushed her collar bone, and he felt Christine's body arch.

  Erik pushed her arched back closer into him and he kissed the exposed cleavage her wedding dress allowed. Her gasps and groans indicated that she we overwhelmed....as was he...and Erik pulled his mouth away from her tender flesh.

Their eyes locked together.

"Madame Giry, her daughter Meg, and I are leaving for America tonight."

Far too many questions flooded her brain, she could hardly push one onto her lips.

"When?" Was the only one she could ask.

"12:30 am," he said. "You know the docks, I presume?"

"I should hope I do."

"Christine."

"Yes, yes I do."

"Good," he said, his eyes searching her face. Erik's heart swelled.

They would be off to America, the promise land, soon. He would escape with the woman he loved.

  Christine burst into a smile, it warmed his chilled soul.

"You must return to your party," Erik said, letting her go. "We wouldn't want them to suspect."

Christine began to argue, but saw his point, and leaned in for one last kiss.

This kiss was full of promise and hope, full of safely a passion.

Erik slipped into the shadows, watching Christine smile to herself and walk the small path back to the house.

She hummed merrily, and her cheeks were flushed with shy excitment.

Christine was truly the most beautiful creature on this Earth.

Erik smiled to himself,

And she was his.