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Love Story	By : PeterH Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 2962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter two: Desire

Erik Orion sat on his balcony in his very comfortable home in Persia. Erik had gotten everything he had ever wanted now that he was the most powerful man in all of Persia. No one ever did anything with out Erik knowing. Erik was the most powerful crime lord. The people on the street knew him as Xerxes which is a Persian name that means “Royal Leader”. Some old peasant man had given Erik the name when he was very young man and had killed a crime lord. Erik became more powerful over the years and had taken up his solitude in a glorious mansion that had once belonged to an older crime lord who had taught Erik everything he knew. “Master?” the voice of his henchman and most trusted friend Amar Khan echoed in Erik’s ears.

Amar was the son of Erik’s…tutor. Nadir Khan had taught and raised Erik. But after Nadir was murdered Erik took over. One year later Erik found out that Nadir had had a son with a whore and took Amar in as his brother. The two became friends quickly and Erik told Amar everything about his father. Erik introduced Amar and himself in public as brothers so no one would know that Amar was a bastard. Erik was from noble blood but was cast out from his home in Paris when he was a small boy because of his face. Erik’s mother and protector had died and with his mother (Rosemary) out of the way and dead Erik’s father (Gabriel) was able to leave the five year old boy out on the street.

Nadir Khan found and raised Erik and took him back to the Persia and that was where Erik’s story began. “How many times must I tell you to call me Erik?” Erik asked Amar. Amar sighed and walked out onto the balcony and sat down next to Erik. “The servants were tending to your chamber, and I did not want to show disrespect in front of them.” Amar explained. He always had a good excuse for the things he did. Erik smiled and nodded his head. “Fair enough.” Erik answered. Erik took out a cigarette and handed one to Amar. They lit up and smoked two more before Amar spoke. “What about the girl?” Amar asked. Erik sighed and took another drag. “One more meeting, if she does not comply, you know what to do.” Erik explained. Amar nodded his head before he put out the cigarette. He stood up and bowed to Erik before leaving.

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Two nights later
Christine was very bored at the moment. Her parents had dragged her to a banquet and Christine had never wanted to die in her entire life than she did right now. There was dancing going on but there was no one that Christine desired to dance with. And she was also semi distracted at the moment. Christine couldn’t stop thinking about Erik, the masked man at the party two nights ago. Christine wondered if perhaps Erik would be here tonight and ask her to dance with him. But Christine shook away such foolish thoughts. Why would he be here? Why he ask her to dance? Christine tried to forget him; but when he walked in the door, wearing all black and the half white mask Christine felt all good sense that she shouldn’t stare and think about him disappear. As Christine starred (thank goodness not opened-mouthed) she knew that she had been spotted after Erik had removed his cloak and looked around the room.

Christine knew it was too late to turn away but she did anyway and looked up at her parents who were dancing. But only moments later Erik was standing in front of her and blocking her view of the dance floor. “You’re in my way, Monsieur Erik.” Christine said to him as she glanced up at him. Erik smirked at her and Christine thought she might faint. “I am quite aware of that,” he said before taking a seat next to her. “That seat is taken.” Christine lied, snapping at him like a snapping turtle. Christine averted her eyes from his gaze and his own eyes; she knew if she dared keep her free-will she would keep her eyes from his.

Erik noticed how hard she was trying to fight him off but he knew it was only a matter of time before she cracked beneath his spell. “May I ask you if you are betrothed?” Erik asked her suddenly. Christine had to keep her eyes from widening she was so shocked as his boldness. “I…I am not. And that is none of your business.” Christine snapped back at him. Erik seemed to be enjoying her feistiness and passion. “I am making it my business, since I am very interested to know you’re…status.” Erik said to her. Christine this time looked at him quickly and then looked away from him once more. “I am not betrothed to anyone, and I have no interest to be betrothed for a very long time.” Christine told him, honestly and truthfully.

There were many things Christine wanted and did not want, and being married was not certainly one of them, but there were things Christine wanted to do with this mysterious strange man that she knew she would have to ask forgiveness for. “So you wish to wait till you’re an old spinster? Hmm…what a shame that would be.” Erik told her coolly. Christine looked at him and shook her head and stood up and Erik stood up as well. “Excuse me,” Christine said turning on her heel and walking out of the party. But Erik only followed her there. He would rather speak to her in private than around a large crowd of people; especially when Christine’s parents were in the same room.

As Erik left the room he glanced over at Amar and nodded his head. Amar then went to the back exit and ordered a man at the front door to keep Christine from escaping. When Christine was in a secluded corridor heading towards the ladies room she heard footsteps behind her; but they stopped every time she stopped walking. Finally Christine turned around and was face to face with the half white mask and the handsome man it carried with it. Christine gasped and was about to scream but her cry was cut short when Erik grabbed Christine and put his hand over her mouth and pulled her into a small sitting room. The light was dim and the setting and atmosphere was chilling.

Christine struggled in Erik’s arms but he wouldn’t free her. He finally removed his hand and in the light he saw tears falling down Christine’s face. ‘Women, they cry so easily.’ Erik thought lazily in his head. Erik pulled Christine closer to his body and lowered his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to remove my hand, you scream and it will be the last breath you take.” Erik warned, even though he was lying. There were ways he could knock Christine out with her even thinking about it but he would never hurt such a beautiful creature. Christine nodded her head, agreeing not to scream. Erik removed his hand and Christine took a deep breath. Erik could feel her shaking against his body and her wiggling did not stop the “normal” reaction from spreading through Erik.

“Please…please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt me.” Christine begged, hanging her head in shame and fear. Erik sighed and rolled his eyes at the quivering young girl. “You had your chance to come peacefully; now we have to do this the hard way.” Erik told her. The door to the room opened and a man dressed in black, with long black hair and brown eyes and tan skin stood in the doorway. “Amar, take her out the back. No one will see you.” Erik said handing Christine over to Amar. Amar nodded his head and took Christine out the back door. Erik went out the front and as he passed Charles and Cordelia’s table he placed a note on their table.

Christine had never taken her eyes off the man named Amar. He was handsome with his broad and young features. He dressed like a gentleman and Christine hoped he was more of a gentleman than Erik was. They got into a car and drove for twenty minutes before leaving the city. They then got onto a train that carried supplies and they traveled for a day or so. Christine was given new clothes and the women on the train prepared her, for what Christine did not know and was afraid of asking. When the train came to a stop they were in a completely different city. It was smaller but looked prosperous. Christine was escorted to a large mansion that was the biggest home she had ever seen and the biggest in the entire city.

Christine was taken in front of the mansion and held by Amar while they waited on the marble steps. Christine looked up at the balcony and saw none other than Erik standing on the balcony talking to a servant. When Erik looked down and saw Christine in her new golden (and rather revealing) attire he smiled. Christine looked away from him. She hadn’t felt too revealed in front of Amar because he seemed harmless, it was when Erik starred at her that she became nervous and got strange feelings in her body, and in her heart; but mostly in her stomach and lower region and at times when she thought about Erik and when she…fantasized about him the feelings in her lower region would get so hot that they were often painful. Christine wished she knew why she felt these things and why they were brought a kind of pleasure and pain.

After waiting a few minutes Erik arrived and let Amar, Christine and the new servants with the supplies enter the mansion. “Take her to the garden.” Erik ordered Amar. “And leave her there, come straight back to me; I have an errand for you.” Erik told Amar. Amar nodded his head and took Christine to the garden. After Amar had left Christine in the garden alone she scanned the area for any sign of escape. And she found it too. Someone had left the garden door open and Christine could see it led out into the street. Christine took her chance and ran for it.

After Erik had given orders to Amar he went to the garden to see Christine. But when he arrived she wasn’t there. Erik saw the garden door open. He sounded his alarm and ordered his most trusted men to bring Christine back.

Christine had never run so fast in her entire life. She wanted to get out of the city but the problem was she didn’t even know where she was. Suddenly an alarm was being sounded. “Hey, Yosef look what I found!” a man yelled. Christine ignored it but when someone grabbed her from behind Christine screamed and began to struggle. “Jax, you found a spit-fire. I love the ones who struggle.” A man named Yosef said. The man was middle aged with graying hair and had a disgusting smell. His teeth were rotting out of his head and his eyes looked that of an insane man. “Get away from me!” Christine yelled. No one in the market seemed to notice that she was in trouble. “Bring her in the alley.” Yosef ordered Jax. “No! Help me! Someone help!” Christine shouted but no one helped her.

The two pulled her into the alley and threw her to the ground. Jax held her hands above her head as Yosef got on top of her and ripped her skirt and shirt. “Hmm…she’s soft.” Yosef said. Christine thought she was going to be sick and tears spilled down her face. Christine felt a dirty hand make its way up her leg and then try to get between her legs. Christine screamed again and kept her legs closed. “No!” Christine yelled but it only earned her a slap across the face. Yosef took out a knife and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and cut her cheek. Christine screamed in pain as she felt trickle down her face and onto her neck. Suddenly the man was kicked off her body and Jax let go of her. “It’s Xerxes!” Jax yelled.

But Jax didn’t have much time to say anything else as someone named Xerxes shot Jax in the face. Yosef came at Xerxes from behind but he was expecting that. Xerxes spun around and pulled out a dagger and shoved it into Yosef’s back. Yosef screamed in pain. Xerxes pulled out the knife and then dug it into Yosef’s neck. Christine looked up and the man named Xerxes turned out to be none other than Erik. The man who had kidnapped her…had saved her life. But Erik did not seem to be happy to see her at all. Christine saw anger in his eyes.

Erik reached down and picked Christine up and swung her over his shoulder. “Please, put me down.” Christine pleaded with him, but he ignored her. “Please…” Christine whimpered but he still ignored her. When they arrived back at the mansion Erik carried her into his chambers. There a servant stood making Erik’s bed. “GET OUT!” Erik roared. Christine shuddered when she heard him raise his voice. The servant ran out of the chamber and closed the doors behind him. Erik threw Christine down onto the bed and starred at her shaking form. “Little idiot.” Erik hissed between clenched teeth.

Christine hung her head in shame. Erik walked over a water basin and dipped his hand in. He walked back over to Christine and ran his wet hand over her cut. It wasn’t bad but it would still scar her beautiful face forever. Erik took notice of Christine’s attire even more now. It was tore and ripped. Her legs were showing more and her breasts were nearly falling out of the torn and ruined garment. Erik couldn’t help but react to her state of…undress. “Please…I’m sorry.” Christine told him, breaking the silence. Erik stood up from the bed and rolled his eyes. “Do you understand what they were going to do to you?” Erik asked her calmly. Christine didn’t answer. Erik scoffed and rolled his eyes at her. “Of course you don’t you whimpering chit.” Erik hissed at her.

Erik’s words stung Christine. “Why…why have you taken me here?” Christine dared ask him. This time Erik smirked. Erik walked over to a small box and opened it and took out a cigarette. Erik lit it and looked back at Christine. “I didn’t think you were that young and naïve not to understand the reason why I have brought you here.” Erik told her. Christine sighed deeply and lowered her head. “Cigarette,” Erik offered her. Christine shook her head. “Of course, the English don’t smoke.” Erik said closing the box. “Why did you escape? Did you really think you could get out of here all on your own?” Erik asked her. Christine sighed and looked away from him. “Are you going to speak? Or am I going to have to do all you’re talking for you?” Erik demanded from her.

Christine still didn’t speak. “Apparently the little wench thinks she’s too good to talk.” Erik said, antagonizing her further. Christine had had enough of him insulting her. Christine turned to him. Her eyes were glistening with tears. “I hate you! I hate you!” Christine yelled at him. Erik did nothing but laugh at her. He dropped the cigarette in the water basin and crossed his arms over his chest at Christine. “You’re a coward! You pick on women because you think they’re easy targets. You’re a horrible, cruel man and I hate you!” Christine shouted at him. “You coward, you miserable coward, you’re a poor excuse for a man.” Christine hissed at him. After Christine had finished her rant Erik’s smirk had been wiped off his face.

Erik began to slowly approached Christine. Christine stood up and was determined to stand her ground not let some man walk all over her. When Erik reached her he reached out and grabbed wrists and pulled her towards him hard. Christine prepared herself for when he’d start hitting her; but what came instead surprised Christine.
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