I Belong to You (Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Christine watched as the door knob turned. She had no idea what was about to happen. She supposed Erik was going to want an explanation, but that was the problem. Christine didn't know why she was behaving this way.

She could only hope the answer would come quickly, as in before any other weird incident could occur.

Erik opened the door and stood in the doorway silently asking for an invitation inside, but all he received was a nervous glance from her. After a moment, he stepped inside the room and looked around at all the touches of Christine.

What is he doing? Christine wondered.

His eyes found hers. "Forgive me, but I don't think I have ever asked," he began. "Do you like your bedroom?"

What a way to start this conversation... She looked around for a few seconds while recalling the first time she ever studied everything in the room. She remembered thinking it was creepy how he seemed to know everything she was interested in. Since then, she'd barely touched anything.

So, actually, he could probably answer his own question. That being said, was this a trap? "I don't know," she finally replied, although that answer only made her think about earlier when she'd told him the same thing to another question. I hope he doesn't make some connection, because there isn't one.

"Hmmm.." Erik walked around briefly before acknowledging, "Nothing has been moved. Perhaps, if you were to become acquainted with your belongings, you would know if you liked them."

What's he getting at?

"You seem to have become acquainted with me..." The same small smile he'd made downstairs returned to his masked face.

Christine was beginning to sense that he was insinuating something. "Look, about what happened down there..."

"Yes?" Erik encouraged, delighted that she was bringing it up.

"That was... wrong. It shouldn't have happened."

" 'What' shouldn't have happened?" he asked nonchalantly.

He was toying with her! He was considering this to be a game. Christine crossed her arms deciding that two could play. "You shouldn't have kissed me when I was so mad at you." She knew that wasn't the answer he was wanting.

Erik was amused by her avoidance. He smirked. "Well, I think it's safe to say your anger was short-lived. I believe that was made perfectly clear."

"Short-lived?" Her eyes narrowed. "No, Erik, I'm still mad at you. I don't think that's short-lived."

"Don't deny your feelings for me," he whispered while staring deep into her eyes.

"I'm not denying anything. You have no idea how I feel." He thought he was so smart, and it was beginning to get on Christine's nerves.

Sick of this little game, Erik firmly said, "We both know what happened downstairs. I kissed you and you responded. You can only delay thinking about it for so long, Christine. Tell me the truth. Did you or did you not kiss me back?"

There was no way of avoiding it any longer. Fine. She sighed tiredly. "Yeah, I did for about two seconds, but-"

"And did you or did you not enjoy it?"

It was like she was being interrogated by a lawyer or something. Christine crossed her arms in a defiant sort of way. "I haven't really given my feelings towards it much thought. Maybe that answers your question."

"You're lying."

Yeah, I am, her mind whispered. "Why would I lie to you?"

"You're lying because you are afraid of what others will think."