"No!" Erik bellowed slamming his hands down hard upon the pianoforte.
Christine shivered and stood still. "I-I am sorry." She stuttered.
Erik made is way towards his angel. "Christine." He said, the anger gone from his tone. "Do not apologize. Sing it again."
Christine cleared her throat, gently, as to not damage her vocal cords, and opened her mouth wide to free the space at the back of her neck. She let out the full vibrato note, hoping that it would please him.
Erik did not look pleased.
Christine winced. She knew something was missing from her sound, yes the pitch was correct but the music was empty.
Expecting a long lecture from her Master of Music, Christine braced her self inwardly. But the lecture did not come, instead, she felt something warm against her palm.
Erik kissed her hand and then her wrist, trailing up her arm and to her jaw. From there, he began to kiss every inch of tender flesh that was exposed.
This is the dream in which Christine woke abruptly for she knew what would happen next.
This fantasy had found its way into Christine's mind for as long as she could remember. It always ended the same way... Erik making beautiful love to her.
But she woke every single day beside her husband, and guilt would invade her blackened soul.
Christine tried to forget the dream as she readied to leave for the grand theatre on the Island.
Erik's theatre.
When she had woken, aside from finding Raoul beside her, there was a single red rose and a note that red in elegant script:
My Dearest Christine,
I hope you do not think me as impertinent enough to wish to train you one last time before I hear you sing with the angels. Wear the color of blood and I will know your answer is yes. Wear emerald, and you refuse.
E. D.
It was very easy to choose what she wore that day.
As Christine made her way down the aisle of the beautiful theatre, in her blood red dress, she held Enzo's hand tightly.
"May I go seek out Mr. Y?" Gustave whispered in her ear. Christine paled. She had almost forgotten about Erik's clandestine adventure with Gustave.
"I am sure Mr. Y will send for you when he is ready." Christine murmured back.
That's when she met someone's eyes.
Meg's eyes.
Christine held a hand to her mouth.
"Christine?" Meg asked, her brow furrowed in disbelief.
"Meg!" Christine rushed to her long lost friend on stage and wrapped her arms around the ballerina tightly.
The women struck up a thousand questions and hardly enough time to answer any of them. Christine explained that she had married Raoul and was now living happily with two wonderful sons.
Meg told the Prima Donna how she was now the star of Coney and how she was loving the limelight.
"Maman." Christine heard Gustave say tightly. "May I now go look for Mr. Y?" Bitting her lip, Christine responded, "Yes."
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Too Dark to Even Try (Beneath a Moonless Sky fanfic)
Fanfiction(A PHANFICTION, COMPLETED) Christine needed his music, to be lost in it. To be succumbed and seduced in its dark, tantalizing pull. She needed to see his blue eyes, his eyes that both threaten and adore, those eyes that reflect all the cruelty and h...
