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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑.

𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐊'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖:

I had to admit, I was, as people call it, a "Stalker". Or at least sometimes I felt like it, like tonight.

It was late, but as usual, my insomnia dominated my body. I had been lurking in the shadows of the opera house when I had the grand idea (I say that sarcastically) to visit Christine's ballet quarters.

When I entered the room, the first thing I took note of was how cold and stuffy it was, even when compared to my lair. I could even hear the rats scurrying-wait, that's not rats, I thought. I whipped around, anxious to see the culprit of the noise, and that's when I saw my angel,

crying.

Every tear was a dagger in my heart, and every pitiful sob cursed my soul. I started walking over to her bed, careful not to wake the other ballet members. Although her lip quivered with grief and her tears where cascading down her now pale cheeks, it was obvious she was still asleep. I wasn't sure what to do, I've never been in this situation, but something deep inside me told me to comfort her.

to touch her.

And so I reached out my hand until my rough palm came in contact with her soft cheek. She was silent for a while, terrifying me, until she brought her hand up and put if over mine, caressing the skin on the back of it. I softly chuckled at the size difference, my hand was so big it almost covered half of her face, while her dainty hands were small and soft like a child's.

"Angel?" she whispered, trying to open her eyes.

Panicked, I put my other hand over her eyes shielding them from sight.

"Christine..." I spoke softly and quietly "You cannot see me, If you do then I must leave you and return to heaven". I slowly removed the hand covering her eyes, which were now tightly latched together in fear of losing me.

"Oh angel!" She cried, "Don't leave me! My poor heart could not bear the loneliness! I just dreamed of losing father again, don't leave me too! Oh please dear angel!" She was sobbing again, holding onto my entire arm.

"My Christine" I sang, "I would never do such a thing, unless you gazed upon me, which I trust you not to do."

She smiled, then in a seductive tone said "Angel, may I repay you for your troubles?"

The room wasn't so cold after that, as I was hot all over now from her innocent, yet lustful question.

"C-Christine, I could never accept that," My remark earned a questioning face, but she was still a child, how could I?

"Angel, I don't know what you mean, but I assure that you will like it!" She smiled

"Heh, okay then," I answered uncomfortably, now I looked like the lustful one.

Nice going, Erik, act more like a creep, why don't you?

Christine put her hands around my face, pulling mine towards her until our lips met.

I was frozen in shock

"Christine!" I yelped, pulling away, although I yearned for more.

"Angel, this is what people do when they love each other," She explained, her tone sounding as though I hurt her feelings. "Don't you see? I'm doing this because I love you!"

"You really love me, Christine?" Now I was the one tearing up, as no one had ever bothered to mutter those words to me.

"Of course I love you!" She said matter-of-fact-ly

"In that case" I said cupping her rosy cheeks in my hands and pulling her now smiling face towards mine until our lips met.

We stayed that way for a while, until she snaked arms hands around my neck, deepening the kiss, and I, out of habit, grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.

We must've been that way for several minutes, until my head caught up with my heart and I stopped, pulling away.

"I-I've got to go n-now, Christine," I barely muttered, my body on fire and my lips still tasted her sweet ones.

"Oh, Okay, Angel" She frowned, and before I walked away she whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too" I said, This is the happiest I've ever been I thought, I've got to do this more often.

"Oh, and Christine" I smirked, "We've got to do that more often."

"Anything for you, Angel."