Christine's POV
I pulled back from the kiss and looked into his golden eyes. I touched my lips feeling a feeling I've never felt before, Love. I was utterly in love with my master, Erik.
"I'm sorry I don't know what came over me.. I..."
My mumbling was quickly cut off by his lips on me once more. I returned his passionate kiss feeling complete. I haven't felt this happy since I came to the Opera House. His hands held my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck. As I brought my hand to caress his mask he pulled away.
"You... how..?"
He mumbled staring at me bewildered. I stepped forward but he backed away.
"No. You do things that I show it but you don't You could never."
"Never what?"
I asked now concerned.
He turned his back to me and mumbled,
"You could never love me."
I was hurt, I love him and now he's doubting himself.
I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Erik, I do love you. I have for a while."
He became tense and turned around.
"You what?"
"I love you."
He grabbed my shoulders.
"How.."
I interrupted him by kissing him.
"Do you believe me now?"
I asked softly.
"How can I believe something unbelievable?"
I smiled.
"Erik I love you mask and all."
He paused.
"I need to show you something come with me."
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His Beauty (Complete)
FanfictionWe have all heard the famous story of the Beauty and the Beast, but how would a young woman like Christine Daae act when she is now a prisoner of the famous Opera House ghost. Will she deny him or feel his pain and change his fate?
