My life was on the line. I had to get away and keep running. I felt my heart beating faster than ever before in my life. I wish my dad picked me up after school-never mind. I needed to get away from Erik instead thinking of the past.
Breathless and tired I trip over a rock in the woods. I gasp at the pain in my ankle. I keep running anyway, though, I fall on the ground when I feel my ankle twist. I scream in pain and anger. Ouch!
“Christine!” I hear my kidnapper shout. Laying low on the ground behind a bunch of bushes I watch him from a distance. Please, just go away. I keep thinking. I’m happier without you.
He steps closer towards me. I keep my head low, and hold my breath. He listens for a minute then walks away. I peek from the bushes; I can’t see him, so I decide it’s safe. I try to stand, but I wince when my right ankle tries to hold my weight. Then, guess who comes to save the day?
Erik. What did I ever do to anyone to deserve him? He walks up to me. I look helpless and weak, which I don’t want to appear in front of him.
“Well, Christine, I see you got into some trouble.” He smiles, not in a good way, like he knows he won.
“No thanks to you.” I answer sarcastically. I wince when he kneels down, takes my sneaker off and touches my ankle. “Don’t touch me.” I angrily snap at him.
“All right.” He tells me. “Your ankle feels broken.”
“I don’t care! I can live with it without you bothering me!” I snap. Wincing at the pain again when I try to stand. Thankfully, a big oak tree helps me when I hold onto the trunk with my life.
“Want me to carry you?” He asks, offering his hand.
“No.” I reply, annoyed that he would even think of such a thing. “I’m going home.”
“That’ll take a long time.” He says, standing up.
“Don’t you have something better to do, instead of watching me?” I hold on to the oak tree. My hands grasp the wood, taking steps ever so slowly with my feet.
“No, after watching you, it seems you are in more need of my help than ever.” He frowns at me.
Oh, please. I can manage without him in my way. Right then as I take a step, my ankle decides not to cooperate and I collapse on the ground.
“Ow!” I cry, cradling my ankle. Tears run down my face. I look up at Erik. He has a faint grin on his face. He kneels down and picks me up. I struggle, anyway. But it’s useless.
We make it to the door when Erik decides to scold me, “What were you thinking, Christine?” He practically shouts at me, walking towards a living room. “You could have gotten much worse than a broken ankle.” He lays me on a couch in the living room. I roll my eyes. Without him, I would not be like this.
He carefully looks at my ankle. “Well, it seems your ankle’s broken.” He informs me. It was his fault. He shouldn’t have kidnapped me in the first place.
“Can I have please have aspirin?” I ask, glancing at my ankle, which was already turning into a painful purple.
“Not until I put back your ankle.” He says, “It’s going to be very painful at first.” He holds my foot and then he quickly puts it back. I scream in agony. It hurt so much, I could barely sit up on the couch. He wraps my ankle up in bandages.
I thank Erik grimly when he comes back to the living room with ice, a pillow, and some aspirin. He places the ice pack and plops the pillow under my feet. I sigh in relief, popping the aspirin in my mouth. He pulls a chair beside the couch and says:
“Christine, why did you run away? I thought you learned your lesson.” He murmurs, and glances worriedly at the ankle.
I sigh, “Well, I’ve been kidnapped. What do you expect me to do? Obey?”
He frowns. “Yes, that’s exactly what I expect you to do.”
“Well, you don’t know anything.” I huff, glancing down at my ankle.
He sighs and says, “I’ll have to post-pone the wedding until your ankle heals, Christine.”
Wedding? What wedding? “Who’s wedding, Mr. Desslar?” I ask, ready to explode if it’s the person I think it is…
“Ours, of course.” He answers, “By the way, you can call me Erik, since we will be spending the rest of our lives together.”
“Ours? You never said we would get married! Come on! I’m 16, thank you very much. I’m not marrying now! I don’t even know how old you are.” I exclaim in shock. Married to him? He’s crazy!
“I’m about 31, Christine. You’ll be 17 this month. I was going to have the wedding then, but now I shall have to delay it until the middle of next month. You really should not have broken that ankle.” Erik says.
“I’ll break the other one if it means I won’t get married.” I mumble to myself, looking at my good ankle. I hope he didn’t hear me.
“You will do nothing of the sort. I fully intend to watch your every movement so you will not have another accident.” I raise my eyebrows. He heard me!
Yikes, that guy had impeccable hearing....
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Captive Angel
Fanfiction"I will marry you." Erik Desslar's ominous words spoken to 16 year-old Christine Daae were frightening enough without it actually happening. Will being his captive angel turn into something more or will her life fall? -Modern Day
