Dark Dreams | By : ChristaMcGinn Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Crossovers Views: 1528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 3: Rescue
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Raoul looked down at the angel in his arms and smiled. She was perfect! She had beautiful curly auburn hair that reached to her mid-back, and pale skin that had a natural rosy blush in it at all times. Her eyes were an aqua color that could turn teal when she was tired or ice blue when she was angry. Her lips pursed in a perfect cupid’s bow, and her neck was slender and soft. He grew hard just thinking of the fun he could have with her in bed. He was sure she was a virgin, and this perversely excited him.
He was incredibly proud of himself. The use of psychic abilities gave off an energy residue that became almost a map for a vampire or Carpathian. He had followed Christine’s trail to her small country house and become immediately infatuated with the idea of mating with her and retrieving some of his lost soul. She was perfect. She was beautiful, innocent, kind and unmarried. He could not wait to share the rest of his “un-life” with this girl. As reached the entrance to his “lair,” which was an abandoned estate on the edge of Paris, he shapeshifted from the raptor he was currently flying as back into his handsome blonde human form. He carried Christine down 2 flights of stairs into a cellar that was built even below the house’s original basement. He set her gently down on the large four poster bed and, with a wave of his hand, candles illuminated the rest of the room. He looked down at his sweet captive and leaned over to kiss her cheek before whispering her name.
Christine awoke feeling woozy and nauseous. She had the most awful dream! She had been on her way to the park in order to meet the mysterious man, and had been attacked by a vampire before fainting. She was glad she was back in her own warm large bed. Wait. Large bed? Her bed back home was little more than a pallet, this wasn’t her home! She sat up quickly, not even worried about how sick she felt and looked around.
“Bonjour Christine. I am glad you have decided to awaken. I was beginning to get worried.”
It was the same sick man who had bitten her. She lifted her fingers to the puncture wounds on her throat and was upset to find that they were still there. She glared at Raoul and grabbed her head when it began to throb.
"Who... No... WHAT are you? Why am I here?" Christine asked Raoul through gritted teeth.
"Ssh... baby-doll...I won’t hurt you. Well, at least not yet." Raoul said, trailing his cold long fingers down her cheek. He smiled at her with eyes that seemed empty and evil. She just wanted to be back at home with her father.
"You said you knew of a cure for my father. Was that all a lie, or do you really?"
She asked all this with a shaky voice.
"Oh I know the cure all right. I should, seeing as how I’m the one who caused his ailment to begin with!"
He laughed. At this, all of Christine’s rage filled her tiny frame and she leaped off of the bed to attack the stranger. Raoul caught her easily and held her hands behind her back.
"Now Christine. That wouldn’t be a very smart thing to do. I can cure your father on one condition."
She cringed. He couldn’t be serious.
"What do you want?"
He laughed.
"Come now Christine, you can’t be as dumb as you look. I want you! I want you to serve as my mate for as long as we live, which will be... a very long time. If you say yes, then I’ll leave your father alone. If you say no, then no matter what, your father will die within 24 hours."
Christine didn’t know what to do.
"Serve as your mate? What do you mean?"
Raoul was getting frustrated.
"Well, Christine. I obviously am a part of the undead, so I would turn you into a vampiress, and then we would be bound together as life-mates, almost like a marriage, after which you would have my children."
He said this so nonchalantly that it made her absolutely furious.
"What? You have to be kidding me... This is insane!"
She became slightly panicked... he was serious.
"It may be, but that doesn’t change the fact that your father’s life is on the line."
Christine thought for a minute. There was no way she wanted this life for herself, but there was no way that she would allow her father to die because of her selfishness. She had to do this. There was no way around it. She was about to give up her life when she heard something. She turned around quickly to see Raoul rushing at her and grab her from behind. He held her head back with her hair and had his teeth ready to strike when the door broke down to reveal the most magnificent man she had ever seen. Raoul was a golden type of handsome, but this man was absolutely amazing. He was tall, even taller than Raoul and had olive skin with dark hair that fell in waves past his chin. He had striking green eyes and a build that any sailor would be jealous of. His clothes were immaculate, with black trousers and a black button-down shirt with a black cape behind him, and he was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. The only thing that threw his appearance off was the white porcelain mask that covered half of his face. She was still staring at the mysterious man when she felt one of Raoul’s long nails dig into the tender skin at her neck and draw a single stream of blood. She gasped and closed her eyes.
"Let her go de Chagny. This is between you and I, not her."
Christine could not believe it. That man had the smoothest and most beautiful voices she had ever heard. It was like warm chocolate poured over ice, and it soothed as well as threatened. It was deep and rough, but cool and unattached. She just opened her eyes and stared at this stranger.
"Erik..." Raoul growled, "How nice of you to join us, I was just about ready to have a snack. Would you care to share?"
"Raoul... let her go and we’ll talk."
"No. She is to be my mate, and I found her on my own."
"You can’t have a life-mate! You’ve given up your soul! You know this! This girl could be the true lifemate of one of our kind, and you’re stealing her away. Give her to me and I’ll leave you be."
"No." Raoul said, almost sounding like a spoiled child.
"Fine. Have it your way." Erik said and with that leapt at the two other people in the room, successfully catching Raoul off-guard and tossing Christine to the bed. Christine recovered and looked at the scene before her. Never had she seen anything so brutal. There were claws, fangs, fists and any other possible weapon being used. It was like watching two bears fight! She scrambled to the other side of the bed and watched from a safe distance. Before she knew it an inhuman howl interrupted the room and she looked over to see Raoul hold a gashing wound on his shoulder with was already spewing blood. Erik hopped away from the blood in order to not get any on him and was about ready to strike again when Raoul disappeared. It was almost if he had just vanished into thin air, and she was utterly confused. She looked at Erik confused, and then gasped when she saw that he had a large cut on his face which was smoking. She rushed over to where he was and was about ready to touch it when his hand caught her wrist.
"No! You can never touch a vampire’s blood or blood which has been tainted by one."
With this he took one hand and summoned all the energy he could. A bright ball of light formed and he sent it to the blood spilled on the floor to burn it away. Christine watched in fascination as he closed his eyes in concentration and the tainted blood from his wound was pushed out and his cut was sealed.
Erik roared in frustration when he realized that Raoul wasn’t there anymore.
"Shit! This isn’t the last we’ve seen of him...But he won’t come back tonight. Raoul is an absolute coward." He held out his hand. "Come, we must get you to safety. Take my hand."
Christine wasn’t sure that any of this was real, or even if she was real, but her hand went to his out of trust. She couldn’t explain it, but she knew he would keep her safe, and the last thing she wanted was to have to deal with that maniac Raoul again. She was putting her life in this stranger’s hands, but it felt right. She just hoped that it was a correct feeling.
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