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

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖:

I don't know what is happening to me.

Lately I have this feeling that resides deep inside me. It's an odd, ungodly feeling, like some sort of mortal attraction that I can't explain. Whenever I try to ask, or even tell Meg, she giggles and goes red, saying "Christine, keep those things to yourself!", and it seems no one can, or bothers, to explain it to me.

I had just finished my second show as the Prima Donna in Hannibal when I headed to my dressing room. Once there, I began to feel that odd sensation blossom deep within my soul again, and when my angel spoke, I felt my face heat up.

"My Christine..." He called out, his hypnotic voice seemed to pour from every crevice of the room.

"Y-Yes Angel?" I stammered, trying to suppress the feeling.

"Would you mind if I came in your dressing room?'

Oh god no.

"Of course, angel."

As he slid the mirror open, the feeling only amplified.

"Angel," I gulped," Could I ask you something?"

"Yes...?" He answered hesitantly

"I just-" And that's when she realized it, she really couldn't explain it,

but she could show it

and so she did, by walking closer to him, their eyes locked in a mysterious trance. When she finally reached him, she brought one hand up to the masked side of his face, their eyes still locked. Her hand got dangerously close, so he grabbed it at the wrist.

"What do you think you're doing, young lady." He said, finally breaking the silence.

"I-I don't know," She muttered, making him smile

He gently placed his other hand on her jaw, their lips only inches apart. They stayed that way, looking into each others starry eyes, until their lips finally met.

It was an innocent kiss, or was, until Erik parted his lips a little, and Christine slid her tongue into his mouth, letting it explore her new territory. Erik gasped in surprise, pulling away temporarily.

"Oh Christine," He smirked," You're playing with fire now."

" I know, and that's why I love it" She said, a twinkle in her eye.

Erik pinned her against the mirror and kissed her passionately, now letting his tongue slip into her mouth, making her moan in surprise at his sudden move.

Without hesitation, Christine reached for his jacket.

"Wait," His tone was alert, and he suddenly headed for the door, a lustful smile slipped onto his face as the turned the lock on the door and locking the slide bolt. Then he took off his jacket In one big swoop, disgarding it onto the floor.

Christine gasped and let her fingers trace the sides of the mirror, their eyes were still locked as Erik made his way back to Christine

That's when he stopped, dead in the center of the room, still in a trance, leaving Christine clueless, as usual.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, looking all hot and bothered. "I-I don't know." He sighed, then went stern, "but whatever you're doing to me, stop."

"What? I'm not doing anything!" She smirked, then tried to hide it.

"That! Stop it!"

"I don't know what you're taking about."

"Why you little-" he stomped towards her, but was cut off by her lips

"You temptress" he whispered between breaths, "You know exactly what you do to me."

"I know"