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Born Ugly: book Two	By : KassandraRamsey Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 1616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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WARNING: Attempted Rape, Violence, and Murder ahead. This is the chapter that makes this thing R. You have been warned.

Chapter 13: Come With Me

The hand tightened on my shoulder, and I was suddenly thrown backwards onto the grass. My head hit the ground with a crack, and my vision blurred with bright spots. I tried to cry out, but the wind had been knocked out of my lungs, and I couldn’t catch my breath.

A loud ripping sound drew my attention to the three men hovering over me. They were tearing my dress away from body. I finally was able to cry out, and kicked one of them in the face.

He backhanded me, and everything went black for a minute. When I could open my eyes again, I found myself completely naked. The guy I had kicked was struggling to unbutton his jeans, while one man held my arms and the other grabbed at my breasts with one hand and covered my mouth with the other.

I strained against them, but deep down I knew it was hopeless.

All I could think of was that dress in my closet, and how I wanted to wear it for Erik for our first time together.

I let out a sob, and quit struggling, hoping that the two men holding me would relax their painful grips. But when my knees were suddenly shoved apart, I screamed and began struggling even harder than before.

The first man settled himself between my legs, and I shuddered in revulsion as he started probing around with his fingers.

My eyes went to his face, searching for any hope of mercy, when out of nowhere two gloved hands appeared and gripped the sides of his head from behind.

There was a sickening crack, and my attacker’s dead body fell on top of me. Before I could register the fact that I was lying naked under a half-naked corpse, the body was tossed off of me.

I saw a flash of Erik’s white mask, as he grabbed my arm and hauled me behind him. For a moment, his swirling black cloak shielded me.

The other two men grew terrified as they stared, disbelieving at the dead body of their friend.

Erik gave them a few seconds for their inevitable fate to dawn on them, before grabbing them by the necks, and ramming them face-first into the side of the brick house. Their skulls crushed under the force of the blow, and Erik tossed their bodies beside their friend’s before turning to me.

He quickly removed his cloak, and wrapped it around my shivering form. He grabbed my chin, looking carefully at my eyes and cussing at the wounds on my face. I knew he was asking me something, but I couldn’t understand him. It was almost like someone had pressed a mute button.

Suddenly, I pushed away from him, and fell to the ground, heaving. My stomach had nothing left in it to throw up, but it tried anyway. When I finally stopped, I turned to see Erik staring at me with despair.

“Can you walk?” he asked, and I nodded, glad that I could hear him again.

I slowly got to my feet, and though Erik was right next to me, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to touch me. I’d never felt so dirty in my life.

I calmly made my way over to the pile of bodies, and started kicking them as hard as I could. I wished they weren’t dead, so they could feel my kicks.

“Christine. They’re dead,” he said, softly.

I stopped kicking, and feel to my knees, exhausted.

He wrapped the cloak tighter around me, then picked me up and carried me to his car. He placed me gently in the front seat, and buckled the belt over me.

“Margo is still in there?” he asked, gesturing to the house.

“I think so.”

My voice sounded hoarse, and like it was coming from somewhere far away.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, shutting the car door and locking it with his remote.

I watched him stalk across the lawn, and enter the house.

A minute later, I heard screams and the sound of shattering glass. Then Erik appeared, dragging Margo behind him.

She looked furious, and was digging her heels into the ground in an attempt to get away from him.

Suddenly, he stopped and rounded on her. Yelling and gesturing toward me in the car.

Margo paled, then yelled something back and he hit her. She fell to the ground unconscious.

Erik slung her over his shoulder, and carried her to the car, shoving her into the back seat.

I heard a scream, and looked to see a small crowd gathering at the side of the house where the bodies were. I looked to Erik in alarm, but he simply slid into the driver’s seat and drove us away.

My mind didn’t want process everything that had just happened, and I felt myself nodding off as we drove back.

“Christine, do not fall asleep,” he commanded, in a loud voice.

I blinked and looked at him in confusion.

“You could have a concussion. Sleeping is dangerous right now, do you understand?” he asked.

I nodded, wincing at the soreness in my neck.

A few minutes later, my eyes were drooping, and just as I was about to give in to sleep, he shouted my name and pinched me on the arm, hard.

I gasped, and sat up straighter. Tears stung my eyes at the pain, and I turned a hurt gaze on him.

He cursed.

“I’m sorry, Angel, but we have ten more minutes before we’ll be home. Sing,” he said.

I shook my head.

“Sing, Christine! That way I’ll know you’re awake,” he insisted.

I opened my mouth, then closed it and shook my head again.

“Damn it, Christine! If you don’t sing, I’ll pinch you again!” he yelled.

I jumped, but obediently started singing. It sounded awful! My throat was sore, and I was crying as I sang, but he didn’t stop me, so I kept it up.

It seemed like hours had passed before we finally turned down the familiar driveway that led home.

He parked the car in front of the house, then got out and walked around to open my door.

He knelt down, and took my hand is his.

“Christine, I have to leave. I’ve murdered three men tonight, and it won’t take the police long to figure out that it was me,” he explained nonchalantly.

Tears stung my eyes.

“Where will you go? You can’t leave! You promised you’d be with me forever!” I cried.

He looked at me silently for a moment, then said, “Come with me.”

I blinked.

He raised a hand to lightly caress my cheek.

“I’ll protect you, my love. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life finding new ways to make you happy,” he vowed solemnly.

I started crying again, and pulled myself out of the car, falling into his arms.

“Yes, take me with you! Take me away from this place! Keep me safe, my guide and guardian,” I mumbled into his chest.

He kissed my forehead.

“You won’t regret it, my love.”

End Chapter 13

A/N: Okay you can celebrate! The badness is over, and now it’s time for the healing to begin….

Until tomorrow,
Kassandra
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