#phantom!elvis

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Paris, 1881

The gust of the cool fall air made your skin prickle as you stood on the steps of the Palais Garnier. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You were nervous to be back here. It had been five years since you last took steps into this building. So much transpired to make you leave. You always considered it your home and didn’t want to leave right away, but you thought it would be a good idea to start a new chapter and get away from this place… at least for a little while. 

You danced on beautiful stages in London during this time, but something about the Opera House’s stage called you. You needed to be back in this beautiful place. Not only did you know you would be welcomed back, you were truly missed. No one wanted you to go and it was a painful decision to leave the life you made here. You had lived here with the other ballerinas since you were twelve and in a way, it was the only home you had left. You didn’t have any other family anymore and here you were at twenty-one, running back to the only home you had left.

You shakily pull the heavy door and walk inside the grand entrance. Your boots clicked on the polished marble floor and dozens of candelabras lit the whole room. It was more breathtaking than you remembered. Every inch of this place sparkled and made it feel like you were walking through a palace. You take your time walking in, absorbing every detail, and see nothing has changed since the last time you were here. But then, you freeze in your tracks. The grand staircase was lined with roses on the stair’s rails, vined like ivy through the banister.

He couldn’t have possibly known you were coming back, did he? No, it’s impossible. The only person who knew was Madame Giry, the head ballet teacher. You made her promise to not tell a soul, and that included him. You were just being paranoid and needed to calm down. You couldn’t lose your head like this. Not again. 

You see a single red rose on the first step of the staircase. You look around and see no one in sight. Your heart can’t help but gallop at the sight and know it’s meant for you. It was a strange coincidence if it wasn’t. You set your two suitcases down and pick up the rose. Oh, it smelled so sweet and fragrant. The shade was an impossibly deep crimson and only a certain kind you’ve seen here in the Opera House. You would receive dozens of these after a great performance in your dressing room. The smell of them would never leave your senses. 

Your fingers lightly spin the rose back and forth between your thumb and index finger and watch the petals expand, making it look more full and illustrious. You suddenly wince when a thorn in the stem pricks your finger, making the faintest cut there where blood pebbles out from. You quickly bring it to your mouth and suck on it, stopping the bleeding. You feel foolish. It hasn’t been more than five minutes and you’re causing a mess for yourself. 

You tuck the stem of the rose into your bag and make your way to the office where Madame Giry will be waiting for you. It didn’t take you long to remember where her office was. It was down the hall of the entryway to the theater and had the letter G on the door. You quietly knock on the door, waiting for her to let you in. 

“Come in,” you hear her say solemnly. 

You twist the doorknob and walk into the low-lit office. Books lined the walls and in the corner was her desk, papers sprawled across it. She gives you a warm smile and quickly gets up from her chair, clasping her hands together at her chest. She wore a black bustled dress that had a high neckline and her hair was perfectly tied back in a bun. 

“Oh Christine, it is just marvelous to see you,” she says gleefully. You set your bags down on the floor and she hugs you tightly. She had so much compassion and love when she hugged you. You viewed her as a motherly figure because of how sincere she always was toward you. 

“It’s been too long. How have you been?” You ask. 

“Well. It’s great to have you back, it hasn’t been the same since you left,” she says. 

“I’ve missed this place, there’s no other stage like it.”

She glances at your bags on the floor and pauses when she sees the rose sticking out of your bag. You look at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something about it. 

“I take it you found his welcome present,” she says low, almost like a whisper. 

Your heart sinks, hating that your instincts were right from the moment you saw it. You can’t help but be a bit frustrated with her response. You specifically told her not to tell anyone! And that meant him too. 

“You told him?” You say flatly, making sure to keep your voice low. 

She takes a step back from you, seeing how upset you’re becoming. 

“No, I didn’t. But you know he has his ways. This is his Opera House, he knows everything that happens in these walls whether we want him to know or not.” 

You tried to remain calm but you couldn’t help but grow angry. You wanted to keep your distance from him as much as it was possible. You knew it was going to be hard, but you didn’t want him to infiltrate your life again. It was overwhelming.

“I don’t want to see him,” you say looking at the rose, trying to hide how much this is making you upset. 

“I’m afraid that’s not up to you my dear. You know he has his ways. Not even I can denounce his wishes,” she says solemnly. 

You take a deep breath and slowly let it out, hating how this is your welcome in the first ten minutes of being here. 

“I came here to dance, not be his little puppet,” you say through your teeth. 

Her eyes grow shocked and quickly covers your mouth with her hand. She looks up to the ceiling fearful, holding her breath and staring back at you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. 

“Don’t you dare speak of your Angel that way. His wrath would reign over all of us if you disobey him.”

Thanks for reminding me, you think begrudgingly. 

You pull her hand off of your face and step back. 

“I’m not a fool, I know this place is his. I’m here to perform for the people. I must make that clear.” You pick up your bags and are ready to be done with this conversation. Everything else said would only make you more upset. 

“When is rehearsal?”

Her lips form into a straight line, clearly not pleased with your attitude. 

“7 am. Do not be late.”

*

You shortly arrived to the dormitories and you have one of the few rooms to yourself. You secretly wanted to share a room and be with the other ballerinas but Madame Giry gave you the small room to yourself until someone else came along to share the bedroom with you. You didn’t want the special treatment. It could cause drama with the others and that was the last thing you needed. 

The room was small and colorless. There was only space for two small beds and a nightstand that had three drawers. A small window was above your bed that was level to the street. It was getting late so hardly anyone was walking the streets. You unpacked your bags and tried to make yourself at home. It was hard though. You remembered how you felt when you first came here over ten years ago. The fear of being in a new place terrified you. You have similar feelings this time too. 

The sight of the dozens of roses as you walked in jarred you and the fact that no one told him you were coming scared you to bits. How did he know? You were terrified that he somehow was more powerful than the last time you saw him. It was something you didn’t understand. How could one man yield such power? You didn’t want to be fearful of him. He was just a man. But he was a man that brought out a different side of you. 

He taught you how to use your voice and get better every time you would visit him. This granted you new roles in productions here at the Opera House. You had always been the shy, quiet, ballerina when you first got here but the more time you spent with him, the more fearless you felt. The more confident you became. 

But now you were back at the beginning. You were fearful. Fearful of seeing him. You left this place without warning and you could not imagine the anger that he felt. You get underneath the blankets and pull them all the way to your chin. You try to expel that thought out of your mind and close your eyes. You had to get some sleep. You wanted to get to rehearsals early and make a good first impression. There were a lot of girls you hadn’t met before and you hoped it would be a smooth transition. 

You must have tossed and turned for hours. A cold sweat formed on your temples even though you were shivering on this cold January night. Every time you closed your eyes, you felt this force over you, like a shadow watching you sleep. You knew it was all in your head but you couldn’t shake it. You even left your lantern on to illuminate the dark room.  This dark feeling wouldn’t escape you and before you knew it, the sunlight started to creep in and that dark, claustrophobic feeling left you. You finally closed your eyes and got the most minuscule amount of sleep before rehearsals. 

* 

You felt a bit rusty. Your turns weren’t clean and you couldn’t find any balance. It probably didn’t help that you were sleep-deprived. You tried to snap yourself out of the haze you found yourself in. Madame Giry was tough on you, reprimanding you over the slightest mistake you made. You knew she was still upset about your conversation yesterday but she also knew you were better than this. Making silly mistakes wasn’t like you. 

You tried to mingle with the other girls but it was hard. They heard about you and how you got leading roles. It was jealousy that tainted the first impression of you but you couldn’t let it shake you. It would be nice to make friends again here but you came to dance. That was what made you happiest of all. 

A familiar face brightened your day as you were about to leave for the day. It was Raoul, dressed in tails and a black top hat. He looked so dapper and it was so nice to see him. He was another person you didn’t say a proper goodbye to before you left. You’ve always considered him your childhood sweetheart. It was more flirtatious than anything. You always thought he was good looking and he was always there for you in hard times. 

“Raoul!” You say excitedly. His face lights up when he sees you. He pulls you into his arms and hugs you tightly. 

“Oh my gosh do my eyes deceive me?! You’re back! You’re really back!”

“Yes! I was homesick and just had to come back!”

“It’s so great to see you Christine, I really missed you.”

“Me too, I’m sorry I left so suddenly last time,” you say timidly. 

“It’s okay. I’m sure you had a good reason for it,” he tells you. 

“Yes, I had an opportunity I just couldn’t pass,” you lie. 

“That’s wonderful, you’re so talented, don’t confine yourself to one place,” he says with a smile, “I’d love to get dinner with you sometime and catch up, please let me know when you’re free.”

“Of course, I’m sure I’ll see you around,” you say cutely. 

He gives you another hug and kisses the top of your head, making your heart flutter. 

After a long day of rehearsing, you finally got to go back to your room to rest after dinner. Your legs ached a bit and knew you needed to try to get more sleep tonight. You changed into your white nightgown that had ruffles at the swooping neckline. You quickly got under the blankets and tried to warm yourself up. 

You once again found yourself tossing and turning, unable to stop your mind from wandering. You grew frustrated as time ticked by slowly. The clock read 1 am and you were wide awake. There was this nagging feeling pulling you out of bed, not letting your body relax or be content. You decided to get out of bed and take a walk to clear your mind. You put a robe on over your nightgown and pick up your lantern. 

The barren halls were eerie and unsettling at this time of night. Something about the stillness made you on edge. You kept walking, trying to clear your mind and stay at peace. You knew this place so well, you were sure you could walk it with your eyes closed. You then stop in your tracks as you approach the end of the hall. 

Chills run up your spine as you stand before the dressing room door. You had been in there countless times after performances and if you were lucky enough, he would visit you. Those memories came back to you so vividly and yet they were so long ago. So much changed between now and the last time you visited him. 

As much as you had some bitter feelings towards him, you still had this soft spot for him. You wondered if he had some animosity towards you for leaving so suddenly. It scared you, to be frank. You had seen how he would get when things didn’t go his way…

Your hand trembles as it reaches for the ornate door knob. It was unlocked and the hinges made a small groaning squeak when you opened it wide enough for you to fit through. You quickly glance behind you to make sure no one is around and close the door behind you. You press your back to the door and your eyes frantically try to see what is in the room. You lift your lantern up higher and your breath gets sucked out of you. 

The whole room was filled with roses. Dark red ones. The scent of them made your senses come alive and almost feel like you were entranced. You walk further into the room and see the large gold-framed mirror in front of you. It made you look so small in comparison to the tall mirror. You look around one more time, seeing if there is anyone else in here. 

“Hello?” You whisper. 

No answer. Only the sound of the wind creaked through the windows. Your heart pounds in anticipation, knowing you have to face your fears sooner than later. 

“Angel, are you there?” Your voice trembles. 

No response. 

You place your lantern on the vanity table and wait for any sign he’s there listening. Only the sound of darkness is heard and it’s surrounding you completely. Your breathing quickens and you can’t calm yourself down. Maybe he doesn’t want to see you. You hurt him too much and he doesn’t want to see you after all. 

Your body feels torpid and you drop to your knees. You pant for breath and bring your hands together, clasping them at your chest. You look at the mirror, fear encapsulating your mind. 

“My Angel of Music, speak to me. I’m here,” you tremble. 

You wait for any sign and you feel it. There was this dark affection that would come over you when he was near, suffocating yet breathed life into you. 

You close your eyes and struggle for breath, trying to speak to him more. 

“My Angel, come to me. Please, I’m right here. I want you to come to me,” you plead. 

Your eyes flutter open and see his dark reflection in the mirror. He was wearing all black with a high-collared jacket and cape. It was so dark beyond the mirror that all you could perfectly see was his white porcelain mask. Those eyes burned into you there kneeling on the floor, making your heart fly out of your chest. 

“Angel,” you breathe.

“Come to me,” his voice booms in the quiet.  

You get up off your knees and slowly walk to him, so entranced to be in his presence again. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him even if you tried. He stood there perfectly still and the mirror slides open. His leather-gloved hand reaches out to you and you glance down at it, knowing if you take his hand, your world will change once again. There was no turning back. 

You meet his serious eyes and get lost in them. Your fingers wrap around his hand and you step over the mirror’s frame. A smile flashes across his face as he squeezes your hand tighter. 

“Oh my sweet, you’ve come back to me,” he breathes. He places a kiss on the back of your hand, sending chills through your whole body. You forgot how those plush lips felt on your skin. It was obsessional. 

He pulls you further down the stone hallway and into his lair. He walked slowly, never taking his eyes off of you. You couldn’t either. Being in his presence was the most intoxicating feeling on this earth. You forgot how cold it was the further you two descended to the lake. Lanterns on the wall illuminated as you two walked down the stone hallway, making the darkness now glow golden. This made it easier to see his face and the way he was looking at you. 

He helps you get in a boat that is lined with lavish pillows and a blanket. You sat at the very front of it, wrapping the soft blanket around your body. You glance behind at him, completely enamored by his beauty. The further you trek across the lake, the more candles on the walls flicker with flame and give a soft glow to the darkness that surrounds you. 

Candelabras emerge from the lake, lighting as soon as the candle wicks touch the air. It fascinated you how he made that possible. The whole lair glowed with soft light and made you feel warm and safe. 

He stops the boat gently at the shore of the lake and gets out first, offering his hand out to you to help you get out. You let the blanket fall off your body and step in front of him. You couldn’t believe you were back here and your words ran dry looking at him. 

His jet-black hair was slicked back and gleamed in the light. His skin was perfectly smooth and pale, not a flaw on him. He looked the same as the last time you saw him or somehow more gorgeous you think. You can’t help but look up at him in awe.

“You haven’t changed a bit, you’re still the same,” you whisper. You fought the way you wanted to reach up to his face and see what his perfect skin felt like. He nods his head and smiles down at you, taking in a laborious breath before speaking. 

“And you have only grown more beautiful my Angel,” he says low. Lord, that voice of his makes you crumble. He didn’t have to say anything in particular, just the way he sounded drew you in. 

“Thank you,” you mumble, blushing looking away from him. 

He leads you further into his lair where there is a red sofa and other chairs around a table. He invites you to sit down while he stays standing. He still drinks you in with his eyes and stays silent. 

“You’ve let your hair grow out longer,” he observes. 

You flash your eyes up at him and nod your head. 

“Yes, I know that’s how you like it.” You press your lips together when you realize what you said out loud. Something about being so close to him has your thoughts come out so easily without any hesitation. 

He gives you a smirk, liking what he just heard. 

“Yes, I do like it. It looks beautiful like this,” he coos. You try not to let his words phase you but it’s almost impossible to. You longed to hear his beautiful praise. 

He sits down next to you, leaving only inches between you two. You can hear him make a sharp breath as he tries to find the right words. He raises his hand and brushes your curly locks off your shoulder, making you shiver. 

“Why did you leave me Angel?” He asks, his voice soft and tender. You weren’t expecting him to be so gentle about it. You thought he would still be upset over your sudden disappearance.

It feels like your heart just got ripped out of you when you look at him. His eyes were so full of pain and you didn’t know what to say that would fix that. 

“I had to go… it was time to move on from this place,” you say lightly. 

He picks up your hand and holds it on your lap. You never wanted to leave this moment. You wished you could be like this forever with him. 

“That breaks my heart to hear,” he sighs. 

“I know, it hurt me too, trust me. I felt awful. You were always on my mind…I-, I dreamed of you all the time,” you whisper. 

He pauses, smirking when he looks at you, “I know. I did too. That beautiful voice of yours echoed in my head every time I closed my eyes,” he confesses caressing your face gently. 

You couldn’t help but give into this force that was a part of him. He attracted you to a molecular level. No matter how dangerous people said he was, you wanted to get closer and closer to him. Your eyes trail over his face, unable to believe he would dare hide half of his face when he is so strikingly beautiful. His luring eyes gleamed a deep blue in this light and those full lips were begging to be kissed. You dreamed of what it would be like to be kissed by him...

You lean in ever so slightly, taking a sharp breath in. He looks at your lips and licks his bottom lip ever so slightly. 

“What are you looking at my dear?” He murmurs. 

“Just you, I’ve missed your beauty,” you say quietly. 

He smiles and places your hand on his lips, sighing softly when he looks back at you. 

“Oh you’re too kind to me,” he says as he places his gloved hand on your cheek. You lean into his touch and want him closer, so much closer. He does lean in and you can feel his breath on the shell of your ear. Your skin prickles and you can’t help but breathe in sharply. His hand that was on your cheek then slides down to the crook of your neck and rests there.

“Sing for me, my Angel. Let me hear that beautiful voice again…” he says low, his deep tenor voice making your whole body feel aflame. A breathy whine emits from your throat unwillingly and put your hand around his wrist. This felt like a dream, too good to be true being this close to him.

You slowly pull your head away to look at him and those serious eyes make you come unraveled. They were so intense and you swore they could look into your soul. So you nod your head at him and stand before him, letting his hand graze against the front of your body. His gaze doesn’t falter and he continues to look at you from your nose down to your slippers, taking his time looking at every inch. You swear he makes a groaning sound deep in his throat but he clears it, pointing to the direction of the piano.

“Go to the piano,” he instructs.

You slowly turn and go further up the lair. There were more candles around the piano and a few loose sheets of music hewas writing earlier resting on music stands. The air gets sucked out of your lungs when you feel him behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to see how close he was. It was a sensation you couldn’t quite describe and one you didn’t get from anyone else. Only he could make you feel like this…

You feel his hands wrap around your waist slowly and you feel yourself sink into his tall frame. You couldn’t think straight when he touched you. He’s done this before so many years ago and you felt like you could faint. You feel his shaky breath along your neck and you let your head fall back against his chest. 

“Help me make the music of the night… please…Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light… And listen to the music of the night,” he hums in your ear.

You bring your hands up to rest on his on your body and relish in his touch.

“Yes, I’ll listen. I’ll sing for you, my Angel” you sigh. He slowly turns you around to look at him. His lips form a sly smirk and he looks at your lips once again.

“Oh darling… it’s so good to have you back.”

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*Through his eyes*

His beautifully dark labyrinth is colder and darker than he has ever experienced. He could feel your body shivering as he held your wrist, pulling you through the twisted tunnels. The darkness seemed to breathe the further you two trekked down here. He could walk down here with his eyes closed but tonight is different. There was a bleakness and despair in the air, and he knew he had caused it. His temper and his emotions made it worse than it needed to be.

He held tightly onto your arm as he pulled you through the twists and turns of his lair. He didn’t want to look back at your horrified face. It would be too much for him to handle. This wasn’t supposed to happen and he wished he could change everything that happened in the last twenty minutes, but it was too late. He made his choice and you both needed to live with it…

He abruptly stops and you dart your eyes away from his face. He scoffs at the reaction you have when you look at him.

“What is it, my Christine? Are you disgusted by your angel once again?” He growls.

You cower your head lower and shake your head.

“No.”

He continues to walk down, pulling you in tow.

Hounded out by everyone!

Met with hatred everywhere!

No kind word from anyone!

No compassion anywhere!

Christine, Christine ...

Why, why...?

You finally get to the shore of the lake and he is still angry. His mind can’t calm down and he’s doing his best to not take it out on you. You have blood on your costume from touching Raoul when he fell to the floor. That very thought made his skin crawl. He hated that his scent was on you and not his own. He goes past his piano and pulls back the curtain that shields the mannequin with your wedding dress on it.

The memory flashes through him of when he first got you this dress. How he thought you two could have a future together and that you would fully accept him. That’s when he was going to tell you what he was, he felt your love would triumph over the monster and keep him at bay. He felt so naive and stupid for thinking that once you left him. Now he doesn’t know if love is enough to satisfy the monster.

He quickly takes the dress off the mannequin and crumples it in his fist. He marches quickly back to you, waiting as you shiver from the cold, damp air in here. 

“Please put this on,” he says low. Your heated gaze towards him is lethal; he could tell you hate being this close to him. That almost rips his heart out. He never thought he’d see the day when your anger and hate would be so palpable towards him.

“No,” you squeak out through chattering teeth.

He takes a small step forward, “please don’t make me ask again.”

“Why, are you going to bite me too for being such a problem?” You throw back in his face, anger shrouding your beautiful features.

“Because Raoul’s blood is all over you and I’m going to lose it if I have to smell that on you for another second!” He hisses.

Your eyes burned into his deformed face, and he did everything in his power not to turn it away from you like a coward. He didn’t want you to see the hurt and shame that coursed through him. You angrily grab the dress from his hands and go to your room to change. 

He had to calm down. The taste of blood is still on his lips, and if he isn’t careful, you are going to be next. Damn it, he loved that idea too much. His mouth watered at that prospect. He just loved the way you tasted… The way you were so sweet on his tongue and satisfied every last craving he had…

He hears you coming back into the room and quickly glances over at you. You were gorgeous beyond words. He couldn’t remember how many times he dreamed of you looking like this and the fact that it fit perfectly makes him lose all control. The ivory material was the finest satin and had a beaded finish on the very bottom of the dress. If circumstances were different, he’d have the biggest smile on his face. He desperately wanted to rush to you, grab you in his arms and hold you as close as possible. But your face still wore that scorned look. You were the one fuming now and stared at him disgusted.

Have you gorged yourself, at last, in your lust for blood?

Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?

You practically spit your words at him and he feels every last angry syllable.

He stares you down and feels the corner of his mouth rise into a smirk. 

That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood

Has also denied me the joys of the flesh

This face—the infection which poisons our love

You turn away from him, clearly sickened by the prospect for a moment, then look back at him in the eyes. 

“Not the face, the monster,” you clarify, pointing your finger at his chest. 

He walks past you, not acknowledging the blunt comment you made. He goes up to the mannequin that still has a veil on and takes it off. The rough material scratches his hands and the emotion of all of this floods his senses. His voice is low and soft as he turns back to you. 

This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing

A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing.

He turns you around quickly by your shoulders and places the veil on your head, frustration and anger pouring out of him. 

Pity comes too late—

Turn around and face your fate:

An eternity of this before your eyes!

He turns you around to face him again to see how frustrated he is. Your eyes look sorry for him; all this pain and suffering he had in his life didn’t make anything easy on him, and you clearly saw that. Just another thing that made you an angel, your endless amounts of empathy.

This haunted face holds no horror for me now

It's in your soul that the true distortion lies

His eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head slightly, ready to argue with you, but stops quickly. He picks up a scent. He has a confused look on his face and holds you by your arms. 

“Wait, I think my dear, we have a guest,” he says surprised. 

You both look over at the gate and see a woman and a man. The man had his arm over her shoulder and was barely standing up straight, struggling to take another step. The closer they come to the gate, the more you can make out who it is. He hears your heart plummet when you see it’s Raoul… and Ambre. 

Blood stained Raoul’s white shirt, and he is having a hard time breathing. Ambre looked at you with disdain and disgust.

He raises the gate and walked into the water to the both of them. He didn’t expect both of them and leaves him abundantly shocked by their arrival. Ambre has a smug look on her face, liking that she’s clearly taken him by surprise.

“What are you doing here?” he rasps at Ambre. 

 She smiles at him, amused that she’s gotten a rise out of him. 

“It was Raoul’s wish to see the love of his life one last time, I wanted to at least give him that,” she says coldly. She takes his arm off her shoulder and he falls to his knees at the shore of the lake. You quickly rush to him and try to pull him out of the water. 

“Raoul, Raoul, can you hear me?” You say in a panic, turning his weak head toward you. 

He nods his head and struggles for breath. He holds onto your arm as his eyes struggle to stay open. 

“I-I needed to make sure you’re okay,” he says weakly. He looks at your dress and smiles, “you look beautiful in white.”

You sigh defeated when he said that. It was so innocent and pure. 

“Thank you, I-I’m so sorry. This is all my fault,” you begin to weep. 

He has to look away; he can’t see you hurt anymore.

Watching this whole scene unfold, he still has a bone to pick with Ambre. Why did she come down here? He roughly pulls her by her arm and turns her around to face him, his hand squeezing her tightly. 

“What are you doing here? Answer me.” He asks gruffly. 

She smiles at him and inspects every inch of his face, making him want to crawl into a cave for all of eternity. 

“Like I said, just doing a good deed. I thought you’d like to drink a little more too,” she says coldly, snickering as she looks back at you and Raoul on the shore holding onto one another. 

He bares his teeth at her and gets inches from her face, his hand holding her jaw. 

“Listen to me and listen to me good. Stop making this worse. You shouldn’t be here. I told you to never be down here without my permission. Leave.”

Her eyes glaze over with hatred and she grabs his wrist to try to move out of his grip. 

“You’re so blind, aren’t you? You don’t see a good thing when it’s right in front of you, hmm?” She says sourly. 

He lets go of her face in disgust and walks back to the shore to you and Raoul. Tears streamed down your face, and the tip of your nose was red. You held onto Raoul’s hand as he lay on his back with his legs still in the water. 

You sniffle and look up at him with those pleading eyes. 

“Please, help him,” you sniffle. 

He hated seeing you this, hated watching you go through this grief, but he felt nothing for Raoul. He couldn’t do anything anyway. It had been too long since he first bit him to now. His venom was overtaking Raoul’s body, and the change wasn’t happening. He could hear his heart slowing.

“He’s too far gone, there’s nothing I can do,” he says stiffly, walking past both of you. 

You look up at him in shock and quickly rise to your feet.  

“What? What do you mean? He’s just going to suffer like this?” You say raising your voice. 

He looks over his shoulder at you and walks to his piano. 

“Yes, it’s too late,” he growls at you, “Get him out of here! I’m not going to tell you again!” He yells at Ambre. He sits down frustratedly at the piano bench and puts his head in his hands. 

His deformity seared into his hand and made him feel more disgusted than usual. He didn’t know what to do now. Ambre wasn’t supposed to be here and is trying to ruin it all. 

She laughs at him, walking past you looking at you like you’re trash. 

“You don’t tell me what to do,” she snaps back. 

“I can and I will. I did not want you to be here! You’re making this more of a mess than it already is!”

“This was the only way to get your damn attention!” She snarls. 

As she makes her way to the shore of the lake, she grabs you by the hair and pulls you as your feet drag on the ground. You scream frantically, scared and startled by all of this. He instantly jumps to his feet, hating that someone has their hands on you and is causing you pain.

“What the hell are you doing?! Let her go!” He demands.

She laughs maniacally and looks at you analytically. 

“No, I don’t think I will. She has been a problem since the day she arrived here. I think it’s time to do what needs to be done.”

“She is not a problem. Don’t you dare talk about her like that…” he growls back, anger lacing every word.

“Really? She hasn’t caused you all this pain and suffering. Leaving you in the dark, then returning to her angel.” She scoffs. “You’re far from an angel, why would you make her call you that when you know you are an animal, thirsty for her blood….”

His stomach drops, hating that her words are right. He knew what he was, what he fought so desperately to shield you from. He always hated his reflection in the mirror but add being a vampire to the equation, that was unfathomable loathing.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you! I made you! I’m done with your games, I want you to get out of-,” he bellows, but quickly gets interrupted.

“My games?! And you’d rather play hers? How many more times is she going to leave you and then beg you to forgive her for inflicting you such pain?”

His patience was wearing thin, and he made slow, calculated steps toward you. Your eyes screamed for help, and your breathing was sporadic. He will get you away from her; he just didn’t want her to do anything reckless being so close to you.

She looks over at you and her lip snarls before speaking.

“You ungrateful girl, you have no idea what you had. I knew it the moment I met you were nothing but a distraction for him,” she spats. 

“Let me go,” you tremble. 

She scoffs at you and bends down to get to your level. He takes a few more steps closer and her dangerous eyes dart to him, warning him to not make another move. 

“You’re so dull for a human, you know that? I don’t understand why he would ever give you the light of day. Especially when you keep leaving him and don’t want to turn for him.” She says, disgusted. 

She continues to stare at you with a scowl and then the corner of her mouth forms into a smirk. 

“You know, he came to me when you left? Ran to my arms for comfort as his heart broke in two over you…begged me to show him comfort of any kind just to feel better and forget the pain you caused him,” she says slyly. 

He hears you take in a sharp breath, completely shocked by what she is insinuating, and looks over at him, gutted. 

He rushes to you and pulls you out of her grasp. 

“Shut your mouth right now! What is wrong with you!? None of that is true! Why are you acting like an insolent child?” He barks. He quickly moves you behind him, shielding you the best he can from Ambre. 

“Because I’m tired of begging you to give me what’s mine! I want you E!? Why don’t you see that! All these years, I have waited. Waited for you to forget her or finally give up the delusion that she will love you for what you are. She won’t! She told me. You’re holding onto a human that doesn’t want a life with you!” She seethes.

He feels his anger getting the best of him, his eyes burning with fire as they shift into the inferno of yellow. His chest begins to heave and his body tenses.

“Either you walk out of here willingly or I’m going to have to drag you out of here,” he says through his teeth, taking a step closer to her.

She bites the inside of her cheek and nods her head at him. The sound of your stifled tears pulls his attention for a split second and makes him ache. She takes a step closer to him, too, their chests almost touching.

“I think I’ll take the second option, I’d love to have you put your hands on me like you mean it,” she says low and sultry.

He felt his control snap and he roughly grabs her arm. His hand squeezes it so tight the crackle of her bone makes her yelp. 

“I’m done with your games! I’m tired of you getting in the way!”

Her face was grimaced with pain, and she tried to catch her breath before speaking. 

“Oh, is that so? Is that why you turned me? So you could get rid of me? I know why you did it. Because you were lonely and wanted someone to love!” She challenges. 

He lets go of her arm and takes a step back. This wasn’t going to end well with you so close to him. He didn’t have the control to keep his fangs from sharpening and losing all control. 

“We’re dealing with this outside. Get your little dog you brought here and get out.” He yells, motioning to a groggy Raoul on the ground. 

She shakes her head, and before he could reach for her, she quickly grabs you off your feet and holds you back. His eyes go wide in terror and he tries to lunge towards you. 

Ambre holds you tight with one arm across your chest, pinning your back to her. 

“Take another move and she’s gone,” she threatens. 

He feels mortified and sick that she has you at her mercy. 

“Let go of her now! I told you we’re taking this outside.”

“No, we’re doing this now. Choose wisely! You chose her, I’ll drink her dry. You choose me, I might consider letting her walk out of here,” she says darkly. 

“Are you completely mad!? Ambre, how can you do this!”

“You probably shouldn’t have invited me to the play you wrote about how much you want to fuck her,” she snarls. She was letting her monster win and she wasn’t holding back. 

You look at him terrified as your chest heaves for air. Those pleading eyes made him want to fall to his knees in front of you, wanting to do anything to make this right. But the options Ambre gave wasn’t the right choice. 

He couldn’t win. 

She continues, “you’ve broken me E. I can’t bear to see you with her. I’ve tried and tried to let it go. But I only want you. I wanted you to turn me so we can have a life together. I thought we had a chance! But you found her… what is it about her E?! What makes her so special?” She demands. 

His mind races nervously as he watches you get held tighter by Ambre. If she wasn’t careful, she could break one of your bones and cause you serious harm. He takes a small step forward, keeping his hands out in front of him showing he was going to do anything hasty. 

“I-I don’t know… just let her go before you hurt her,” he says gently. 

She shakes her head and hold onto you tighter as he gets closer.  “No! Don’t take another step! Tell me what it is you see in her!”

She pauses and looks at him darkly with a smile swiping across her face.  “Is it only, this?” She snickers. 

She slowly drags her nails across your neck, down to your chest, and digs them into your skin enough to where blood quickly seeps out of the scratches. You let out a horrific scream that pierces his heart and you try to push her hand away from you. Your knees buckle to the ground and you can hardly catch your breath. He stares terrified as streams of blood trickle down your chest and he feels his fangs sharpen. He grunts in frustration, disgusted at himself for reacting like this in a time of crisis. 

“Stop it! Stop hurting her!” He yells, squeezing his eyes closed in agony as your scent swirls and beckons him to you. 

Ambre doesn’t listen and picks you up off your knees, shoving you closer to him. 

“You’re weak! All of this because of how her blood smells to you? That’s all you care about?” She says disgusted. 

He opens his eyes again and sees your face petrified with tears streaming down your face. 

“I LOVE HER! I love her more than anything! You’ll never understand what it’s like! I never want to live another day without her!” He sobs, falling to his knees in front of you. “It physically pains me to be without her! I’ll never stop loving her, even in death.”

It felt like this black hole was in his chest and without you here, it only grew worse. Just the thought of you leaving made him want to cry. He never had the courage to tell you and in this moment, he hates that it took this to happen to tell you in person. Your eyes soften when you look at him, solidifying everything that you probably already knew. 

Ambre on the other hand, looks destroyed. She looks like her heart’s been ripped from her chest. She lets go of you and walks towards him, still on his knees looking helpless at you. 

“So, that’s your decision then,” she says low. 

He looks up at her feeling gutted, knowing whatever he says won’t end well.

“You don’t have to do this. We can figure something else out-,” he tries to explain. 

“No. It’s clear, you’ll never stop wanting her…” she says coldly. 

She looks past him momentarily and smirks. You have both of your hands on your neck, trying to stop the bleeding. Nothing was helping. Your dress began to look more red than white, staining with his only affliction.

“She’s not looking so good, you better make a decision quick,” she whispers. 

Your soft voice whispers behind him, “Angel… please don’t let her win. Don’t give in to her. ” He looks at you with tears in his eyes, hating to see you how you were ready to give in to her demands even if that meant costing you your life. The scene before him looks like a tragedy unfolding; your blood stains the top of the white dress, the color in your face becoming dull and lifeless. He quickly goes to you, pulling you to his chest and cradling you in his arms.  

“I won’t let her hurt you,” he whispers to you. But you’re not looking at him.

You look at Ambre instead as rage fills your eyes and you muster up all your strength to manage to get up. 

“He’s not going to give in to you. You’ll never get what you want because you don’t deserve it,” You seethe. 

He quickly pulls you back as he watches Ambre’s fangs descend and anger taking over. 

She doesn’t say another word and lunges for you. You get frightened and you try to run away but your weakened state doesn’t help you move quickly. He tries to pull you back close to him to protect you but her hand wraps around your wrist, crushing it almost immediately. Your wailing cry echoes through the lair, grappling onto her arm to push her away. 

He suddenly feels a hand grip into his wrist too. Grunting by the sudden discomfort, he tears his eyes away from you and gets met with yellow flaming eyes of Raoul. His mind scrambles to get out of his grip and get back to you. But Raoul was strong and in a frenzy. The smell of your blood probably had him ready to attack you at the slightest hinderance or at Ambre’s command. 

“Keep him back! Don’t let him go!” She instructs Raoul.

“You turned him!? Why would you do this!” He yells. 

“I knew you weren’t going to give her up, so I needed someone to hold you back and make you watch me enjoy every last drop of her.”

He grunts frustratedly and tries to go for Ambre, trying to get to you quickly. Raoul has a death grip on him though, holding both his arms behind his back. 

His throat goes dry and he can’t think straight. The very thought of losing you right in front of his eyes made him want to die. 

“Ambre don’t!” He begs, trying to stop her from hurting you. She doesn’t listen and looks him dead in the eye. 

“You’ve made your choice,” she says darkly, pulling at your head to expose your bare neck and sinks her teeth into you. You cry out for him to save you but it’s too late, the pain of the bite overtakes your body. Your terrified screams echo in his ears and ripples throughout the lair.

He let out a blood curdling scream, pain ripping through him watching the love of his life get bitten. He feels like the air got sucked from lungs. You weren’t going to be taken from him like this. It takes every ounce of strength to thrash his body out of Raoul’s grasp. He quickly breaks his arm, wounding him to slow him down. He then pulls Raoul in and bites his neck gruesomely, blood spilling from him making it harder to function. He falls to his knees and slumps over, trying to stop the bite from spilling out more blood.

His head panics to get to you. The smell of your blood made it harder to breathe the closer he got but he had to focus. He knew he had a wooden stake in his bedroom, just incase someone came after him and threatened his life. But his life wasn’t being threatened, it was yours. 

The closer he gets to you, the clearer he can see the horrendous gash that Ambre has made on your neck. He is completely mortified and grabs Ambre’s neck from behind, pulling her off of you and carrying her clear away from you into his room. She yells and thrashes her legs, fighting to get back to you. She was acting like a feral animal, so unhinged and uncontrollable.

He quickly found the stake and pinned Ambre to the ground. Her eyes blow wide by his sudden forcefulness and knows this is the end. She looks a mess with your blood smeared all over her face and neck. She tries to push him away, but his anger and strength outweighed her and he hovered the stake over her heart. She panics and tries to beg him for mercy, but it was too late. He could never forgive here for what she had done.

“You’ve made your choice,” he growls.

He plunges the stake in her heart and quickly takes it out. She lays motionless on the floor, her arms falling down to the ground too that were holding onto him. He quickly backs away from her and knows he needs to get back to you. He takes the stake with him, knowing he has to finish Raoul too. Pulling the curtain back of his room, he wants to fall to his knees when he sees you. You moved a bit, trying to crawl on the floor to get closer to him. He lets out a desperate wail, his entire body hurting to see you like this. He goes to you and tries to stop you.

“Oh honey please, stay still. Don’t hurt yourself, hold on okay?” He says trembling.

He looks over at Raoul and sees he’s still squirming as blood leaks out of his neck still. He picks up the wooden stake again and goes to him, pushing it into his heart and he stills. A sense of relief washes over him that Raoul and Ambre won’t be a threat to you anymore.

The sound of your struggling breath makes him snap his attention back to you. You were laying on your back with your head turned to the side. He rushes to your side again, sitting you up so he can look at you.

“Oh honey, oh no no no. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry this happened. This is all my fault,” he cries. He pulls you to his chest, trying to comfort you in anyway he can. He notices the stream of blood coming from your neck wasn’t stopping. He takes a closer look and the way Ambre bit you was gruesome and violent. The scent of your blood didn’t entice him the way it normally does. This time is so different. Seeing you so weak and lifeless hurt him beyond comprehension. He places his hand on your neck, trying to stop the bleeding.

But time was running out. 

This was it.

His Angel was slipping through his fingers.

You look up at him with those big beautiful eyes of yours and slowly bring your hand to his disfigured face. He tries to pull away but you shake your head. He lets out a slow breath in surrender and lets you touch his face. The corner of your mouth turns up and your eyes flutter.

“You’re beautiful,” you say hoarsely. 

His heart aches for you, hearing such beautiful words come out of your mouth.

“No you are my love, so unbelievably beautiful,” he coos, kissing your forehead. 

You take a struggled breath and continue to look into his eyes. His hand caresses your face as tears trickle down your beautiful cheeks. 

“Do you know why I call you my Angel?” He sniffles. 

You shake your head, “no, why?” you ask softly.

“Because when I first heard your voice from down here, I thought it was an angel coming to save me. Take this curse of darkness away from me and bring me to the light again.”

“So when I laid my eyes on you, all dressed in white and you were human, I knew then that Angels walk the earth and you were here to save me. And you have. You have made me see a better, beautiful world. Heaven doesn’t deserve such a beautiful creature.” He smiles down at you and holds you as tight as he can. “I wanted you to see me as an Angel but I knew I could never compare to your beguiling love and virtue. I just hoped you’d see an Angel sometimes when you could sense I was there looking over you and protecting you.”

The tears wouldn’t stop falling down your face and your heart thundered away in your chest. 

“I-… I love you… I love you so much,” you whisper. 

His breath hitches and he holds you tighter. His heart soared hearing those three big words. He dreamed of you saying it to him. 

“I love you too my Angel, I’ve always loved you,” he sobs. 

Your hands grapple onto him tighter, struggling to keep it together. 

“I should have told you sooner. I’m so sorry,” you begin to say. 

“Oh no don’t be like that. You did nothing wrong. I should have told you the second you came back in my life. I should have never waited this long. I love you so much Christine.”

Your eyes flutter closed as you smile at his words. He feels your body suddenly seize and stiffen. He looks at you with concern and tries to adjust you in his arms better. 

“It hurts so much,” you groan, flexing your neck uncomfortably. 

“I’m so sorry honey, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me for inflicting such pain.”

You pause as you look back into his eyes again, silently pleading for him. 

“I need you to do something for me,” you say quietly. 

His heart hammers away and he can’t deny you anything. 

“What is it darling? I’ll do anything.”

“Kiss me, please.” 

He didn’t hesitate like he normally would, he couldn’t bear the thought. He leans down and gently kisses you. It was as soft and passionate, making sure you know he loves you with his entire heart. Your body stiffens again with his lips on you and slightly melts at his touch. You struggle to breathe though and he pulls back to give you air. 

Those beautiful eyes made him feel merciless once again and you struggle to find the words. 

“What is it Angel…What else do you need?” He says, caressing your face. 

“I-I need you to bite me. Please bite me and turn me.”

He stares at you in complete disbelief. That was something he never expected you to ask him. He always thought he’d have to ask you. It was a huge daunting task for him and he wasn’t prepared at all. 

“Are you sure darling? I- I will do it, I don’t want you suffering with her bite on you. I just want to make sure,” he says nervously.

You softly nod your head and hold onto him tighter, coughing as you take another breath before speaking.

“Please… I want you…forever. I want my Angel looking over me forever.” You whisper.

He could barely breathe seeing you like this and wanted to put you out of your pain. But those words that you just said made him know you were ready. He gently adjusts you in his arms and turns your neck to the other side where there wasn’t a bite mark. His senses took over and his fangs descended again. Your scent made his mouth water but he knew he needed to hurry and change you. 

“I love you,” he whispers in your ear. You moan softly and he sinks his teeth into your neck. You gasp at the pain and he tries to hold you close, comforting you in the best way he can. The taste of your blood hits his tongue and makes his eyes roll back. He would never get over the taste of you. You were so perfect and everything he’s ever wanted. You gasp for breath as his venom pours into your bloodstream. He finds the will to stop and make sure you’re okay. Your eyes are fluttering open and are in shock when you look at him. He sees you changing right before his eyes, somehow becoming more beautiful. He bites his wrist and lets his blood flow freely.

“Please drink darling. It’ll feel better after this,” he assures you, bringing his wrist to your mouth.

Your brows scrunch together in pain and nod your head. Your mouth opens slightly and you lick at the open wound he’s created. You begin to lick and suck on his wrist and drink his blood. It was the strangest feeling he’s ever had watching this happen. He felt so overwhelmed watching your new life begin right before his eyes. Your grip on his wrist got stronger and he heard you moan as you drank more. He winced slightly when he felt your sharp fangs pierce his skin and take more.  

He continues to hold you tight and then, you stop. Your eyes droop closed and you lay there in his arms motionless. He doesn’t panic, he could hear your heart still beating and he knew his bite was working to change you. Lifting you off the ground in his arms, he takes you to your room and lays you down in your bed. You lay bloody in your white gown and your hair fell like a halo around you. Your skin grew more pale and stayed motionless. He pulled the canopy around you, leaving you alone as you made the final transformation.

*

He knew it would take until the next nightfall for you to wake up. He checked in on you every hour, listening to your heartbeat slow to an immortal rate. He still was so nervous to have you wake up and see you look at him the eyes. Guilt swept over him in the quiet hours after he took care of Ambre and Raoul. None of this needed to happen but his temper ruined it all. He wanted to take it all back from the moment he got bit. If that never happened, maybe you wouldn’t know such pain. 

There was not way of turning back time though. As powerful as he is, he couldn’t change course to make your life better. He began to feel guilty for biting you too. The circumstance was dire, yes, but he still felt selfish for doing it. He couldn’t bare the thought of watching you die in his arms. He doesn’t even want to imagine that existence. 

From the moment he met you, he wanted you to be his forever. It was always his secret desire to turn you and make you his but his human nature knew that was wrong and selfish. It had to be your decision. Ultimately, you did make the decision but he just couldn’t shake the shame he felt. 

The sun started to go down and he started to light the candles around the lair. He knew you’d be waking up very soon and wanted to make sure everything looked good for you. He bathed and put on a new black suit along with his white porcelain mask. 

He laid a rose on top of his piano and sat there looking at the keys. He couldn’t wait to hear your voice again. That was going to make him cry and fall to his knees for you. 

The rustling of the sheets made him draw his attention to your room. Nerves shot through him and he instantly stands up, straightening out his suit and walks to the entrance of your room. He pulls the curtain slowly to not scare you and peeks his head in. 

You laid in the middle of the bed, your body curled up in the blanket as you stirred awake. He walked quietly to the side of the bed to get a better look at you. He pulled the tassel to lift up the canopy and watches you try to wake up. 

Your eyes flash open and he sees your bright yellow irises look at the ceiling. You take a sharp breath in and freeze, unsure of where you are. He hears your heart start the thump in chest out of anxiety and he gets closer to you. He kneels beside your bed and gently takes your hand. 

“My Angel, you’re alright. It’s okay, you’re here with me,” he coos. 

You look at him and he feels weak, he’s never seen such beauty. He thought you were perfect as a human but now, there is this ethereal touch to you that makes him weaker than ever before. Your skin is flawless and glows. Your long eyelashes fanned out and fluttered as you look at him in amazement. 

“Angel,” you say softly with a smile, squeezing his hand.  

“Oh darling you’re so beautiful. I missed you,” he confesses, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. 

You sit up a bit and take a ragged breath, overwhelmed a bit by this all. 

You look at your hands and try to get a grasp on where you are and how you’re feeling. He rubs his hand on your calf, trying to soothe you. He remembers how overwhelming it was when he first turned. 

“How do you feel honey?” He asks. 

You smile at him, “wonderful. Am I a…” you ask hesitantly. 

“Yes darling, you’re like me now. Just a million times more stunning.”

“Thank you,” you say holding back tears.

He had to get it off his chest and ask you… he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t.

“Is this what you wanted? Did you want to change?”

“Yes, I’m sorry I never said anything before. It was on my mind for a while. Especially when I was in the hospital and how Raoul treated me… I just knew I couldn’t live without you. I couldn’t care what society thought if I was with you. I just wanted you. I’ll always want you,” you say, your voice breaking slightly. 

His heart couldn’t be more happy and he feels tears form in his eyes. It didn’t feel like he was on this earth anymore. He pulls you into his arms and holds you, tighter than he ever has. 

“I love you,” you whisper in his ear. 

His hands roam down your back and pulls you out of bed. He had to take a look at all of you. He places his hand on the back of your head and leans down to kiss you. God, he was starved for your touch and your lips. They felt perfect and deserved all the attention. His hands roamed all over your body, unsure of where he wanted to touch. You leaned into his body without hesitation. 

Between breathless, needy kisses, he whispered like a holy hymn, “I love you my Angel.”

You whimper at the sound of his low voice, how it made your body tingle with every word. 

“I love you.”

He stops suddenly and looks into your eyes, making sure you’re okay. 

“Do you feel okay? Are you thirsty?”

“I… I don’t know what that feeling would feel like… I don’t think so?” You say unsure. 

“It feels like a ravenous hunger… like you haven’t eaten in days. You’ll know it when you feel it, it’s unavoidable. I’ll help you when it’s time to feed don’t worry.” 

He watches you as you aren’t paying attention to what he’s saying and your eyes are drinking in every inch of him. 

He smirks and puts his two fingers underneath your chin and makes you look up into his eyes. 

“Or did I create the most tame vampire to ever exist?” He teases. 

You bite your lip and shake your head, “I don’t think the things I’m feeling is considered tame at all,” you coo. 

He chuckles and pushes your hair off your shoulders. He loves to see your beautiful skin on display and how he still wants to take a bite out of you. 

“And what are you feeling?” He asks. 

“I… I just want to touch you. It’s like I’m seeing you for the first time,” you explain. 

He completely understands that feeling. All your senses are so much more heightened that even the most basic things seem new. Your fingertips graze his jawline and move down to his neck. His high collared shirt covered most of it and you don’t like that. You make a disgruntled sound and your hands work to quickly unbutton his shirt. He helps you pull his shirt off his body and you stop and stare at him. 

There is still that instinct to cower away from you and not let you see him like this but he knows you’re not disgusted. Both of your hands lay on his chest and trace some of his scars. Your touch feels so good, so addicting. He wants to be greedy and ask for more. 

Without a hitch, you lips press against his chest, savoring the closeness of his skin. He gently places his hand on your head, caressing you as your lips leave wet kisses behind. He holds back his groans, trying to hold it together. 

“You’re so handsome my Angel,” you whimper. 

He smiles at you and has trouble breathing with you being this close. 

“Thank you darling.”

Your hands continue to explore his body, rediscovering every inch of him with your hands and lips. You stop when they meet the waistband of his pants. You both stop breathing and look into each others eyes. 

“Do you want me still?” You ask. 

He nods his head, lust clouding every judgment of his. 

“Yes, so much,” he says low, pulling you in and placing wet kisses all down your neck. He feels your heart race against him and make these beautiful little cries for more from him. 

He quickly turns you around, unlacing your dress and pulls it down your torso. He takes his time kissing the back of your neck and along you back. He groans when he feels his cock getting hard and pressing against his slacks, begging to come free. He wraps his arms around you and pushes his cock against your ass, making you make the most salacious moan. His hands snake down to your hips, to the top of your mound and back to your breasts. He squeezes you softly and loves the way you feel like putty in his hands already.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, his hand wraps around the front of your throat and lightly squeezes. You groan slightly and your whole body freezes against him. 

“How do you want me darling? Do want me to take you nice and slow? Or do you me to show you how I want to make you cry out my name in agony?” He asks slyly. 

You whimper in response and he feels your body grow weaker in his hands. 

“Y-yes… the last one… I want you.” 

He loved that answer, he couldn’t help but groan at the thought of squirming underneath him. 

“Go lay down,” he commands, biting the shell of your ear. 

You step out of your dress and crawl in the middle of the bed, your backside on full display. His cock twitches at the thought of covering you in his cum. It made him just about lose all control. Oh to watch you beg for more made him so damn needy. He had to focus on you though. He has so much time and so many different ways to make you his, but tonight, he wants to start with teasing you as much as possible. 

He unbuttons his pants and hears you groan at the sight of him. It has been too long since he’s had you and you could tell. His cock throbbed the longer it was untouched and watching you sprawled out on the bed with you legs open and that needy look in your eye for him drove him mad. You were wet already as arousal began to spill out of you. Jesus he didn’t know if he wanted to make a feast out of you or have you wrapped around his cock. You looked so beautiful and enticing. 

“Do you know what you’ve done to me?” He asks as he climbs into bed and takes his cock in his hand, slowly rubbing it. You swallow a moan watching him touch himself. 

“Mhmm… I do my Angel,” you whimper. 

“Mhmm… you light me on fire and never put it out.”

“Let me keep the fire roaring then,” you smirk. 

He swore he couldn’t love you more but every moment he spends with you, it only gets stronger. He loved you so wholeheartedly and completely, he would do anything for you until the end of time. 

He leans down and covers you in kisses, not being able to get enough of you. He can’t help but want more. So much more. His tongue slips into your mouth and you welcome it, moaning as he kisses and licks what’s his. You both were the same temperature now, but you still felt like your skin was burning against his. 

His hands continued to consume every bit of your flesh and make you cry for more from him. He couldn’t deny you anything and had to please you like his life depended on it. He pushes your legs up to your chest and stills you. 

“Hold your legs like this, be good,” he coos. You nod your head and hold your legs like he says with your hands.

He pushes his cock inside you and your warm, tight walls squeeze around him. You make a short, high cry when you feel him inside you again. He cusses under his breath, trying to keep going but you are so taught around him, it feels too good to stay quiet. You’re so wet and hungry for him, stretching around him so easily.

“Fuck honey, you feel so good.” He groans and snaps his hips harder into you. You gasp at the forcefulness of him and he watches your eyes roll back. God you were so bad. You just loved to get ruined by him in the most lewd ways. 

He knows what you like. 

He watches your jaw drop as he pushes more inside you and groan louder. God he could watch you come undone like this all day. He finds your aching bud and pushes his thumb to it, rubbing in slow circles. Your hip lift up slightly and cry out for him. 

“Oh God yes,” you moan.

It was addicting seeing you like this, you felt like heaven and you begged him for more. You look so good with his cock stuffed inside you, throbbing around him as you’re trying to not fall apart. He pulls your legs toward him and makes you wrap them around his waist. He quickly stuffs you to the hilt and you whimper in agony. That sound was like music to his ears.

He places a urgent kiss on your lips, moaning with you too. You heave for breath and scratch at his back, overwhelmed with him. His hips begin to move at a slow but commanding pace, making you groan at every move. He loves watching your face become veiled with unbridled ecstasy and need. He bites his lip slightly as he takes in the sight. 

“Mmm…that’s it honey. You remember how to take me so well don’t you? I just love to fill your little wet, dripping cunt with my cock.” He groans in your ear. 

You erupt in a cry and he feels your walls flutter around him, needing to come undone. You try to pull his hips in with your legs, needing him deeper. 

“Yes, yes you feel so good,” you whimper. 

He moves excruciatingly slow, it even made him have to hold back from finishing. You protest at this and don’t want him to do take you this slow. He can't help but tease you. You would have a lifetime of getting what you want so you could take a little teasing too. 

“What am I to do with you? You’re asking to be ruined hmm? You like it when l’m buried inside you,” he growls and snaps his hips into, making sure to keep still when he’s fully inside you.

You thrash your head against the pillows and moan for him. 

“Yes! You’re going to make me cum. Please,” you beg. 

He loves when you beg and it feels like a bolt of lightning shoots through him when you do. His hands trail down to your hips and squeezes them, getting a good grip on you. 

His hips claim what’s his, letting the monster out for this. You grew wetter and he let his head fall back as he pounds into you. Oh you were perfect, you looked perfect, sounded perfect, felt perfect. There was nothing else he could want. Your walls continued to flutter then with a cry, he feels you squeeze around him. You whimper in agony and writhe underneath him, begging for more. You looked beautiful as ecstasy washed over you and your body moved with him.

“Mine,” he growls, feeling the heat of his orgasm coming.

Your eyes pop open from his words, looking into his lust-filled eyes. 

“Yes, I’m yours,” you cry.

He leans down and kisses you, so overwhelmed with this all. Your hands caress both sides of his face and kiss him with a fervor that made him feel on fire. He buries himself deep inside you and feels his own release wash over him. He moves slower and groans in your mouth as his cock pulses inside you. He moans your name like you’re his saving grace, needing more and not wanting this to end. Your hips move against him and gasp at the way he feels.

You break the kiss and look at him, keeping your hands on his face. He searches in your eyes, trying to see if something is wrong. Your fingers gently graze his mask and peel it off his face. He looks down, not wanting to see your reaction. But you tilt his chin up to look at you.

Your soft eyes saw him for what he really is and accepted him. Your fingers gently graze his face and smile at him.

“You don’t ever need to hide your true self from me. I love you exactly like this."

His heart couldn't handle this and kisses you more, grateful for your love and kindness. He holds you in his arms as your body trembles under him. There wasn't anything else he could ask for. He has a piece of heaven and earth in his arms.

"And I love you my darling, your love redeems me. I'll never stop reminding you of that." He leans in and places a kiss on your forehead.

"Kiss me more and continue to remind me..." you whisper. He doesn't leave you waiting, he kisses you softly and tenderly. He enjoys every second of this, loving and comforting you in his arms.

Being his forever.

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Your eyes try to flutter open, but feel too heavy to keep consciousness. You were in a bed, rough sheets wrapped around you, and the faintest smell of candle wax burning. A hand caresses your face, warm and gentle. 

You couldn’t figure out whose it was, but you hoped it was him touching you. You wanted his touch. You turn your head to the side and sigh, not wanting to open your eyes. 

“Christine, are you awake? Let me see you look at me,” the voice says softly. 

You felt dazed, still not fully out of your sleep. But you slowly start to open your eyes and blink a few times to focus your vision. Raoul sat next to you, his eyes lighting up when he looked at you. 

“Oh my God, oh thank God you’re okay. I’ve been so worried.” He said shakily. He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it.

Your mind was fuzzy with everything he said. You felt like you slept way too long, and your body feels even more tired somehow. 

“Where are we?” You say hoarsely. 

“You’re in the hospital. You collapsed, remember? I couldn’t wake you up, so I took you here to get some help. You’ve been out for three days… what do you remember?” He asks gently, watching how your expressions tell him you have no idea what he’s talking about. 

“I remember dinner and then… going to bed.. then…” You drift off and remember all of it. 

Tossing and turning that night, staring up at the ceiling and thinking of him… thinking about him in too much detail that pushed you over the edge. Then he was there… and you let him do the most naughty, dirty things to you. The things you loved him doing to you. 

You stare at him, mortified, not sure what to say to him. 

“What did you see?” You ask timidly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“I saw enough,” he says stiffly. 

“No, what did you see?!” You snap. You needed to know. It wasn’t like he walked in on just a kiss happening. This was bad.

“I saw him defile you! Like some animal taking his prize. And you-… You were liking it. I didn’t understand what was happening. Why would you let that monster do that to you? You say he’s dangerous, so why do you want him near?” He says with a tinge of disgust. 

“He’s not a monster,” you snip. 

“You’re not answering my questions,” he says, frustrated. 

“Don't call him a monster!” You hiss.

He glares at you, not thrilled with the way you’re talking to him. 

“I don’t have to talk to you about him with you,” you grumble. “I want to go home, let’s go.”

“No, you have to get checked out before you leave. You were asleep for three days, which can’t be good for you. Something is wrong,” he tells you as his eyes drift to your neck. 

Oh god. 

How could you forget? 

Your hand raises to the side of your neck, and you feel a soft bandage on it. Your heart beats out of your chest. You remember it clear as day, his soft lips that felt so good, kissing and nipping on your neck. Oh no- he couldn’t have… he couldn’t have bitten you. You felt perfectly normal. He must have just broken the skin. He's done it before with your lip when he kissed you too hard.

You look back at Raoul and try not to look too alarmed. You still wanted to protect his secret and not tell him about anything else you’ve seen. 

“Then get the doctor and have them let me out of here,” you say shortly.

Raoul looks away and nods his head.

“Okay, I’ll go tell them you’re awake,” he sighs.

You felt your anxiety rise. You didn’t like how Raoul was talking to you or even how he was looking at you. He didn’t trust you, it seems… You couldn’t pinpoint it. It made you feel uneasy either way. Minutes go by, and he’s still not back. You could tell your body felt weak, and you were starving. Starving for food, that is. The idea of blood disgusted you like it always did. 

Your mind wandered, wondering where he was. What happened after you fainted? Is he back at the opera house waiting for you to come back? Or has he come here and checked on you? That thought gave you an uneasy feeling. You didn’t think being close to him so soon would be a good idea. Especially with Raoul around…

A soft knock on the door made you jump from your thoughts and look in that direction. Raoul steps back inside, and a man follows behind him. He was middle-aged, dressed in all black with a large cross hanging in the middle of his torso. You glance at Raoul, expecting an explanation.

“Christine, I’m Father Breyer. How are you feeling?” He asks gently.

“I’m fine,” you say shortly and pull your attention back to Raoul. “Where’s the doctor? You said you’d get them to check me out.” 

“I thought you could talk to Father Breyer first…” he says 

“What is there to talk about? I just want to go home,” you say stiffly. 

Father Breyer butts in, “and you will. We just wanted to make sure you were okay. Any headache?”

“No, my head is fine.” You respond, not even looking at either of them.

“Good, anything else feel different?” He asks cautiously.

“No, I’m the same person who fainted, and now I’m fine. Can we please get me out of here!”

Father Breyer sits by your side and sets his bible down on the bed. 

“How long have you known this monster?”

You were taken aback by the brazen question.

“Excuse me? What monster?” You sneer.

“The one that lurks in the shadows of the opera house. How long have you known him?”

“A while.”

“I see. And how long have you been under his spell?” He asks, opening his bible and scanning the pages.

“Spell? There is no spell! What are you talking about?” You say exacerbated.

“Christine, please, we’re just trying to help,” Raoul interjects.

“Stop then! I don’t want your help. Do you think I’m cursed? Possessed? Is that what you think is wrong with me?” You snarl at him.

“Something is wrong! Why else would you willingly be around that man, that thing!”

“Don’t call him that-.”

“He’s not human, Christine! I saw his eyes! They glowed yellow! And the way he looked at you, I’ve never seen anything like that! It was like he had some claim on you.”

You felt sick; you didn’t know what to do anymore, but you hated the way he was talking to you, that’s for sure. Raoul goes to you on the opposite side of the bed and takes your hand.

“What has he done to you?! Why can’t you let him go?”

“He hasn’t done anything to me-.” You say, pulling your hand away from his.

“Why can’t you see how evil he is! He hurt you!” he says, pointing to your neck. “You can never go back to that place, not while he’s alive.” He says angrily.

Your heart stops, and you look at him with a new disdain you never thought you’d ever feel for him. He was unrecognizable, ugly even. This hatred he had was the most unbecoming thing. The Raoul you knew years ago would have some compassion, not this morbid attitude he was possessed with.

“I’m going back. I have shows to do. You have no right to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do!”

“So you’re going to walk right back into his trap?! He wants you all to himself, Christine, and he doesn’t care who gets in his way. Why can’t you see that?!” He says, raising his voice.

You had enough. Your patience ran dry, and your anger reached its peak.

“Because I love him!” You scream at him. His face turns a ghastly pale color, and he stands up again. Even Father Breyer stood back.

“I love him. I don’t care if he’s evil or whatever you think he is. I can’t get away from him. I want him. He makes me feel something I’ve never experienced before. He makes me feel alive.” You tremble.

They both look at you, stunned, unable to respond to what you’ve said. Raoul looks at you with fear in his eyes.

“My God, he’s completely taken control of you, hasn’t he?”

You had had enough of all of this. You needed to get out of here and away from them. You had a rough nightgown on that the hospital probably gave to you. You peel back the blankets off of you and slowly get out of bed, feeling a bit weak, having not walked in a few days.

“Where are you going?” He asks. 

“Away from all of you. I can’t be here another second.” 

Raoul holds your arm for balance and tries to sit you back down.

“You are in no condition to go anywhere without some help. We’ll go once they clear you, then we’ll go to your apartment.”

“Apartment? What are you talking about?”

“I got you a little room outside of town, so you can stay safe,” he explains.

You didn’t want any of this. You never asked him to do this. But you knew that arguing any further would only delay your time getting back to him.

You look up at Raoul, tears welling in your eyes.

“You think I’m crazy. Fine, keep me away from everyone.”

*

Months of solitude

*

You stayed out of sight. No one knew where you were other than your friend Meg. You met each other years ago dancing at the Opera House, as she was Madame Giry’s daughter. She stopped to pursue other things and lived outside of town. She was the only friend you knew who would keep you safe. You didn't want to set foot in that apartment Raoul got you. She was happy to see you again and was more than eager to have you stay with her. 

She was always so kind to you and was excited to know what you’ve been up to these last few years. You told her everything that happened when you were away and the things that happened since you’ve gotten back. Meg was in shock. You obviously didn’t tell her everything about him, but you explained how you’ve been seeing him and the things that transpired after. 

She had a new disgust for Raoul, and honestly, so do you. His intentions were controlling and callous. He thought you were insane and had been controlled by him. It wasn’t like that at all. You wanted to be with him. You wanted to be his. 

You thought of him constantly. You wanted to sneak away and find him, but you knew that might be dangerous. People would ask too many questions. You just wanted to run away with him and start a new life. Whether that involved you becoming a vampire… that was tricky.

You barely even spoke, let alone sang.

He gave you the strength to sing, and with his absence, you weren’t the same. 

Until tonight. It was New Year’s Eve, and it was the Masquerade Ball. You wanted to go no matter who thought it was a bad idea. The whole town celebrated, and you weren’t going to miss this one. Meg agreed to go and said she wouldn’t leave your side. 

Things were quiet at the opera house since you’ve been gone. These were only rumors, but it was said no one saw him. That made you uneasy. You knew that was very unlike him. He was bound to be furious that you were gone. You left again without warning, but this time, it wasn’t because of him. Raoul was the one who made you go into hiding. You tried to be understanding of where Raoul was coming from, but he was giving you a choice of what you wanted. He never bothered to ask for you, and you didn’t want to explain your decisions to him either. You knew it was going to always be the same argument, though. You didn’t want to deal with any of that. 

The Masquerade Ball meant the glitzy, vibrant colors you normally wouldn’t wear were on display tonight. Meg let you borrow a dress out of her closet, and you opted for the purple and pink one. It had sparkly jewels sewn down it and had a thick tutu underneath that made it look extra poofy. 

You both made masks on a little stick to put up to your face easily. Your mask was silver and hers was gold. 

The whole city was buzzing with festive spirit, and the closer you got to the Opera House, the louder it only became. The grand foyer was packed with people. Everyone had a drink in their hand and masks hiding their real identity. 

You and Meg were too giddy to sit still. It felt just like old times. There was an orchestra on the second-story balcony that was getting everyone to dance. 

No one recognized you, thankfully, so you were left to have a good time. You danced as much as possible and felt like you were in a different world. You haven’t seen so much joy and happiness in one place in a very long time. 

The band started to play louder as the night progressed, and it was getting closer to midnight. Meg pulls you into the crowd, and you all join the ensemble of dancers. 

Masquerade

Paper faces on parade

Masquerade

Hide your face so the world will never find you

You hadn’t felt this happy and alive in the longest time. Dance was your second love, and you missed having the music sweep you off your feet. You had the biggest smile on your face as the song continued. 

Faces . . . 

Drink it in, drink it up, 

till you've drowned 

in the light . . . 

in the sound . . . 

But who can name the face. 

The crowd moved as one, moving down the staircase and onto the large landing. The warm lights glowed extra bright tonight and made the whole night sparkle. 

Masquerade! 

Burning glances, 

turning heads . . . 

Masquerade! 

Stop and stare 

at the sea of smiles 

around you!

Meg looks over at you with a big smile on her face, looking just as joyous as you. It felt like you were in a dream. The people around you, the music blaring, the atmosphere bright and vibrant, this is what made you happiest. 

Masquerade! 

Grinning yellows, 

spinning reds . . .

You sing louder; it has been so long since you actually sang out loud. It made you realize how much you missed it.

Chills started running down your spine, making every sense inside you come alive. Your heart beat races and you don’t want to look around. There was only one thing that made you react this way…

Masquerade! 

Take your fill - 

let the spectacle 

astound you!

You couldn’t finish that last line. Your throat went dry, and your feet wouldn’t move anymore. Your entire body felt paralyzed. There were gasps behind you at the top of the staircase. 

You didn’t need to turn around to see who it was. You could feel him looking at you. The band abruptly stops playing. All you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. You ever so slowly turn your head, wanting to confirm your suspicions. 

There at the top of the staircase, dressed in all red and a skeletal mask, was him, dressed like red death. His presence terrified you, especially looking like this. The entire crowd parted on either side of the staircase, leaving you in the very middle of the landing. 

You manage to fully turn around and try not to stare. He looked menacing in this color. His high collar framed his fully masked face, and a red cape was draped over his left shoulder. It dragged along the floor behind him as he started making short, abrupt steps down the stairs. Everyone is as rigid as a statue watching his every move. 

Why so silent, good messieurs? 

Did you think that I had left you for good?

So it was true, he didn’t cause any trouble these last few months and stayed out of sight. You were shocked in comparison when you first left and the things you heard he did then. 

Have you missed me, good messieurs? 

I have written you an opera! 

Here I bring the finished score: 

Don Juan Triumphant!

He threw down the music for it in a leather-bound book and let it fall down the stairs. Some loose paper came out, and he quickly unsheathed his sword that was on his right hip. He pointed it out in front of him, keeping everyone away from him. Everyone gasped and jumped at the sudden sound of the sheet music hitting the floor. 

You still can’t move. You know he knows you’re there. There’s no point in running away now. His eyes scan everyone in the room, making sure no one is making unnecessary moves. 

He continues to make his way down the stairs. He has this wicked smile on his face as he looks around. 

I advise you to comply 

my instructions should be clear, 

remember, there are worse things 

than a shattered chandelier!

Your heart thundered again. You hated the threats. They were so unnecessary and scared you what else he could do to this place. 

He slowly turns his head to you, his black rimmed eyes burning a hole into you. He takes his time walking to you, sheathing his sword at his side once again. Through his heated stare, you can tell he’s in awe of you. You don’t know if it’s because of how you look or because of your racing heart that’s screaming to him. 

He gets close enough that you can hear his ragged breathing. You look into his eyes and hold your breath. 

“Hello, darling,” he sneers. 

You couldn’t form any words. It felt like the first time you saw him when you returned here; completely speechless and in a daze.

“Where have you been, my darling?” He asks low, taking a small step towards you, closing the gap between you two even more. You couldn’t breathe. You swore the man sucked the oxygen out of the room.

“I’m sorry, I had to go,” you whimper weakly. 

He cocks his head, staring at you, looking like he could tear into you if you weren’t careful. 

“It’s been far too long yet again… dance with me,” he whispered. You want to say no. You don’t want to make this any more of a spectacle. 

“No,” you breathe.

He smiles devilishly, pulling you in by the waist and taking one of your hands in his, holding it straight up. 

“Let’s give them a show, darling,” he whispers and spins you in his arms. 

The whole crowd gasps at you being this close to him and touching him. You stare at him in shock and follow his every move. He moved quickly, light on his feet, and you barely had time to keep up with his next turn. He was dancing in pace to a waltz, simple footwork with a few spins. 

He made you do a big spin in front of him and recoil back into his body. His tall, large frame made you shudder at the feeling of it. The feeling you missed so much, you reminded yourself. 

No one from the crowd moved an inch as they watched in shock and a bit of horror. Here was the infamous, blood-thirsty phantom of the opera at the masquerade ball, causing a scene with the tortured soprano. It was a recipe for disaster. 

He pulls you in again, close to his body, taking a deep breath when his face is enveloped in your curls. That sent another chill down your spine. 

“God, I’ve missed you,” he growls. 

“Missed me or my blood?” You say, looking up defiantly into his eyes. 

He smirks again, seeing you're in a particular mood. 

“Is it so bad that it’s both?” He questions menacingly.

You bite the inside of your cheek from snapping at him. As much as you loved him and how undeniable he was, the need he had for your blood would always be in the way of a life with him. He would always want blood first before he wanted you, the girl.  

“Yes, it is. It’s vile,” you say as you twirl away. He quickly pulls you back in by your hand. 

“Mmm… how could I forget what a little viper you are. You just love to test my patience,” he says through his teeth. 

“Yes, because for an immortal being, you’re awfully sensitive and so easy to badger,” you scowl. 

His eyes narrow, sizing you up and debating what his best move would be. He continues to dance though, slowing his movements slightly as he looks at you intensely.

“Do you forget that I am more powerful than you? One wrong move and I can make you crumble to your knees for me like you always do,” he says sharply.

You scoff at him and try not to let your annoyance show. He snickers at your reaction and pulls you briefly, both of your chests touching.

"Has it been that long that you don't remember begging for me to fuck you. You couldn't go to sleep without it, from what I recall."

You feel your cheeks flush and the room instantly gets warmer in here than it was before.

"Stop talking," you spat. His grasp on your waist doesn't loosen and keeps you close to him.

"Oh, come now, darling, don't act like you haven't been dreaming of me. Everything in you is aching to have me bury my cock in that wet little pussy and make you cum like you never have before. I miss those sounds you make when I stuff you to the hilt.”

“Stop being in my head,” you seethe.

“Just tell me how much you miss me. Tell me how much you need me. I’ll give you anything you need, I just need to hear it come from your lips,” he groans.

You grab onto him tightly, his alluring voice making you feel weak and ready to succumb to that thought. But you push at his chest, not wanting him to win.

You turn your face away from him, knowing damn well he’s right about all of that.

“I’m not giving in to you like that. Not when you’re so blood thirsty.”

He makes you spin and doesn’t pull you in right away. Instead, he slowly walks to you, like a wolf cornering its prey. 

“I’m always hungry for you. You have no idea how much I missed the way you taste.” He places his hand on the small of your back and dips you making your back arch. He presses his body against yours, and you take in a sharp breath when you feel his mouth get dangerously close to your neck. 

“And I miss the way your blood tastes, too,” he growls low. 

Your heart drops to your stomach. The man was dangerous, and as much as you tried to see the good, he craved you in a way that no man ever would. You swear this man is going to make your heart stop one day. Your hands pull at his red coat, your palms beginning to become clammy. 

"Let me go," you tremble as you become increasingly aware of the hundreds of eyes on you.

He hums, contemplating whether he should even listen to you. He has you stand upright once again and holds your chin on his two fingers, making you look into his dark eyes.

“You’re mine, there’s no denying it,” he growls, possessiveness lacing every single word and the air around you. You felt like you could crumble at his feet.

“I know.” You say weakly.

"Sing for me," he commands.

You swallow harshly and grab onto his wrist.

"You can't make me do anything," you challenge.

"I wrote this for you, you will sing for me and breathe life back into me. Or-," he abruptly stops.

"Or what?" you ask softly, not wanting to know the ultimatum.

"I don't think you want to know the alternative."

He quickly takes a step back from you, a tad out of breath and walks up the stairs, turning back to face you, and disappearing into a big puff of red smoke.

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You don’t know how much time passed before he came and got you to leave but the sun was coming up very soon. The last few stars twinkled in the sky and the moon began to dim. You didn’t look at him on the ride back. You stared out the window and tried to focus on how you were going to leave him. It was going to be almost impossible, but you had to try. 

Back in his lair, the cool, wet air seemed to suffocate you. You could barely ground your feet on the uneven surface but stand by the piano with your back to him. 

“Darling?” He says quietly. 

“Don’t,” you snap.

You hear his footsteps start to slowly come toward you, cautious and nervous.

“I’m sorry for how everything turned out tonight. I should have known better than to bring you to a place like that.” You could tell his words were genuine, you didn’t need to face him to see that. 

“Yes, bringing in a human to a den full of vampires should have been more carefully thought through,” you say annoyed. 

His hands carefully caress your shoulders, his fingertip squeezing you gently. 

“What’s wrong,” he says low, his voice doing that abhorrent thing to your body. 

You step forward to get out of his grasp and turn around to face him. 

“Why am I here?! Tell me,” you snap. 

“I-I don’t know w-what you mean,” he stammers nervously. 

“Why are you keeping me here? The real reason?”

His jaw clenches and the look in his eyes grow dark. 

“I told you, you know too much.”

“Just like Ambre knew too much?” You throw at him. 

He looks at you like he’s in pain, unable to move. 

“She was different,” he begins to say. 

“How? Tell me how she was different?! You showed her what you were and didn’t keep her down here.”

Anger starts to show on his face and he takes a few steps away from you. 

“Everything is different when it comes to her. You don’t need to bring her up,” he says restrained. 

“I do though. Why must you be this way with me?! You could have a life with her. She adores you and would give you anything you want. Why choose me?” You say exasperated.

“Are you hearing yourself? Why would I want you?! You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he confesses. 

“But I’m human, I can’t be everything you wanted when I grow old and die. With Ambre, she can give you that. She’ll love forever.”

“I don’t want her! There’s nothing about her that makes me want her like I want you. Why can’t you see how desperately I-,” he stops quickly and holds his breath before saying anything else. 

“How desperately what?! How desperately do you want to feed off me and turn me?” You hiss. 

His face falls ashen and looks at you like he has seen a ghost. He stays silent and in shock, unsure what to say. 

“Who said that?” He mutters. 

“Ambre told me. That’s the impression you’ve given everyone with keeping me around. Keeping me human as long as possible to get your fill,” you say loudly. 

“That’s enough!” He bellows. 

You take a few steps back, feeling overwhelmed by him. Your palms became clammy as the silence suffocated you both down here. You watched him battle it out in his head, starting a thought and then quickly shutting it down. 

“Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t have feelings for Ambre. Maybe briefly a long time ago but it’s gone now. I feel a responsibility for her, yes. I was the one who bit her. And a part of me feels guilty for turning her “ he says weakly. 

You look at him confused, not sure why this guilt has stuck with him. 

“In some ways, it reminds me of how I was turned. I falsely gave her my attention and made her fall in love with me when I had no intention of loving her back. She begged for a new life and that was the least I could give her,” he says solemnly. 

You felt bad for him, hating how harsh he was on himself. There weren’t any words you could say to fix this. He takes a few steps closer to you and you stagger back more until you hit the wall. Your chest heaves for air as he starts to become even closer. 

“And as far as turning you…” he says low, raising his hand to caress your cheek. Your body freezes under his touch and try to slowly turn your head away from him. He pulls your gaze right back to him though. Those blue eyes are misted with weakness and longing. 

“Just know I want you forever. The way I need you, no, crave you, goes so much further than wanting your blood. It’s the most paralyzing thing I’ve ever felt. Nothing feels right until I feel you close to me. I need your skin on mine. Like this,” he coos, slithering his hands along your waist and pulling you closer to his body. 

You hold onto his forearms, trying to fight that pull he has on you. He lets out a deep sigh as he feels your hands on him. 

“Don’t, please you’re making this difficult. I can’t think with your hands on me,” you grumbled. 

“Don’t think. I told you… touch me, trust me, savor each sensation,” he says as he leans in pressing a kiss on your neck and your body flush to his chest. 

Your body leans into him, sighing with his lips stinging on your skin. Your hand claws at his jacket, fighting the agonizing need for him.

“I can’t, please,” you whimper.

“Darling please, let me take care of you forever,” he murmurs in your ear. He pushes his hips into you, making you groan when you feel how hard he’s become.

You grab onto him tighter, loving the idea of his promises. He rips at the lace around your neck and works his way down, making a deep groaning sound when he sees your bare breasts. His hands squeeze your breasts and leans down to suck on the sides of them. A spark of lighting runs through you when his mouth is on you like this. Your hand pulls at his hair when he does this, groaning with your eyes closed as he gives you the most agonizing pleasure. His hands slide down to your hips and thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You feel breathless and wrap your arms around his neck.

His mouth ravages your neck, kissing and nipping all along your breasts and moving up. His body pinned you to the wall while his hands frantically tried to get under your dress. The layers of fabric made it a challenge but he managed and his two fingers pressed against your weeping core. 

You cry at the sensation and buck your hips forward at his touch. 

“God you feel so good,” he grumbles in your ear. “So wet for me.”

“Yes, oh God,” you whimper to him. 

He groans softly as his fingers tease, rubbing and curling your sensitive little bud. “This is what I crave. You falling apart in my hand. You crying out my name. Your lips on mine. Your eyes on me. That’s what I need.”

Everything he was saying felt so wrong and yet felt so right. You pull at his shirt, wanting to feel more of his skin on you. 

You craved his touch. You tried not to think about it this whole week but damn it you don’t care. His intoxicating nature has you reeling for more. He let you pull his bow tie off and unbutton his shirt down to his waist. Those scars stared back at you and your fingertips danced along them, wishing you could take those memories away from him.

He quickly worked his pants off, pulling them down enough to free his cock. You whimper at the feeling of his length pressing against your entrance, missing how good he felt. Your whole body freezes and hold onto him tighter. You look into his lust-filled eyes as both of your chests heave against each other. 

“Please,” you whisper in his ear. 

He lets out a deep groan and he pushes his length into you. Pleasure sears through you as he thrusts his long length inside you. This angle had you about to cry to the heavens. You were tight around him and his cock pushed against the most sensitive part inside you that felt like you could cum on his demand.

You could tell he was feeling a mix of emotions because of what happened tonight. One moment he was taking you slow and lovingly, the next he was thrusting his hips into you hard and claiming. Each movement has you losing every ounce of control. With your hands grabbing and scratching at his back, it only pushed him more to keep going. He took you without hesitation. 

You didn’t know what you wanted from him. You didn’t know if you could handle forever or if you could only be present now. All of it scared you but you were being swept up by the heat of it all.

His hands squeezed tightly into your thighs, surely leaving bruises behind. You kiss his soft lips almost starving for their attention. He groans at the way you touch him and kiss him. You open your mouth a bit, inviting his tongue to relish you this way. He doesn’t take a moment to hesitate and his mouth worships you like he’s been dying to do this. 

Between a kiss, you feel his teeth nip at your bottom lip and he stuffs you to the hilt with his cock. You gasp at both of the sensations and open your eyes. He slowly drags his teeth off your lip and groans heavily.

“Mine,” he growls with another sharp thrust of his hips. You can barely catch your breath with the way he fucked you. He swivels his hips slowly as he fills you to the brink and makes you look into his eyes. It was agonizingly good and all the heat throbbed at your core.

“But are you mine?” You ask weakly. 

He buries his nose in your neck and sucks on your sensitive skin. You feel breathless. 

“Of course, of course I am. Anything you need is yours,” he grumbles as he moves more, the wetness pooling out of you with every inch he gives you. 

Your heart hammered away and you felt your walls begin to squeeze around him. You were so close. You cry for him to keep going, not wanting to forget what he feels like in this moment. 

He stays silent and slowly looks into your eyes. You melt at the sight of him and feel your release come crashing down hard. You felt your body get shot up into the stars and he kept you there, making your whole world bright and full of starlight. His hips were relentless, on a mission to make you fall apart like never before. 

He cussed under his breath as your core tightly squeezed around him. You held onto him as tight as you could and felt all your emotions well up to the surface. You kiss on his neck and breathe in his scent, making a mental note of how he smelled of cedar wood and sage. You could bask in it all day. 

He let his head fall back as you kissed him and his hips began to stutter. 

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, wanting him to fall apart like you. 

He growls violently and thrusts inside you a few more times before spilling his warm release inside you. You groan at the feeling and are taken by surprise. As wrong as it should be, it felt so right. You were connected in the most intimate of ways and he felt too damn good. Your walls fluttered around him too as his pace slowed and took his time enjoying the last moments with you. 

You let your head fall back against the cold stone and look at him. He looks at you like you’re the most beautiful creature on earth and looks spent. Some strands of black hair fell down across his mask and his breathing was sparse. 

“Angel,” you cry, feeling yourself ready to give in to him.

“Yes, tell me, my Angel,” he coos, placing one of his hands against your cheek.

“Do you… love me?” You say softly.

He stills and takes a sharp breath in when he hears your question. 

“Y-yes, I do love you,” he trembles. His whole demeanor shifted from in control to a scared, unsure boy. Your heart galloped at his words, never thinking you’d hear them from him. After all this time together, you never knew how he really felt. 

Your hand tangles in his hair at the back of his neck. You try to find the words but fail every time. 

“Then if you love me, you’ll let me go,” you say softly. 

He searches your eyes, not understanding what you just said. 

You place your hand on his cheek, as he did to you and silently plead for him to understand. 

“Please, don’t do this,” he says softly. 

“Please listen. If you love me you’ll let me go. I won’t say anything to anyone I promise. I need you to trust me like you trusted Ambre with your secret,” you explain. 

He carefully pulls out of you and sets your feet back on the ground. He looks down at the ground, almost ashamed of himself. He fastens his pants and sits on the piano bench behind him. His shoulders slump and he lets out a long sigh before looking at you. 

Those eyes burn into you and leave an everlasting mark on you. Your dress was in tatters and you tried to cover yourself but it was no use. 

You carefully took a few steps toward him and tried to look at his face. 

“Please, my Angel, let me go,” you say again. He won’t look at you still. You decide to kneel in front of him and take his hands in yours. This gets his attention and you finally see his pleading eyes. 

It broke your heart, but you couldn’t be down here any longer. 

“I don’t want you to leave me,” he says sorrowfully. 

“I’ll come back, I promise to come back to you. I just can’t stay down here forever. Please understand. Give me a choice like you gave Ambre,” you pleaded, squeezing his hands tighter. 

There was apprehension in his face. He wasn’t sure what to do. But you kiss him one more time and plead with him that way. His whole body tensed underneath your touch.

“Please,” you moaned into his mouth. 

He pulls away from the kiss and takes a sharp breath in. He looks into your eyes and nods. 

“I’ll get the boat ready while you go change,” he says low. 

Your heart soared with relief and kiss the back of his hand, thanking him relentlessly. You quickly ran to your room and picked the first thing you saw and threw it on. You were so relieved he listened and you could leave and see the sunlight again. 

By the time you were done changing, he was in the boat waiting for you. He didn’t have an expression on his face but he held out his hand for you to come in the boat. You step in and sit down on the pillows. It felt colder than normal as you wrapped the blanket he had in the boat for you. He started to wade the boat through the water with his back toward you. 

You knew this wasn’t easy for him. You made him admit he loved you and you couldn’t say it back. You were too scared to know what would happen if you did say it back… You needed to get space and figure out what you wanted. There was no escaping him however… it would only be a matter of time before he demanded a decision.

The boat reached the opposite end of the lake and he helped you get out and you began to walk the way back to the mirror. He held your hand loosely, not looking back at you this time. You see the glow of light around the mirror’s frame and can’t believe you’re here at last. He doesn’t take you as close to the mirror as he normally does, he stays back and doesn’t let go of your hand.

You thanked him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. His leather-gloved hands graze your jaw and keeps your gaze locked on him.

“Come back to me, please. I need you,” he sighs.

“I will, I promise,” you say sincerely.

He looks at the mirror and makes this disgruntled sound. It scared you.

“What? What is it?” You ask shakily.

“Someone’s been waiting for you,” he says disgusted.

You glance at the mirror and nerves rattle through you. You go to look back at him but he’s disappeared in a cold gush of wind. 

Your fingertips peel the mirror away from the frame and step through it. There were a dozen candles lit and there at the vanity sat Raoul.

His face lights up when he sees you and quickly stands up.

“Christine?”

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His eyes draw a map on you, taking notes of all his favorite places. He cleaned the mess off your tummy and laid next to you for quite some time. There was room between you two as he gently rubbed his hands up your thigh and across your chest. He hums softly to himself when he sees your body get goosebumps over his slightest touch. 

You stare at his long black eyelashes fluttering in a daze when he’s looking at you. 

“So pretty…” he whispers as his finger circles your nipple. You whimper softly and reach out to caress his face. 

“You’re too kind to me.”

“You deserve it all my Angel.”

He places kisses on your neck before covering your naked body with his cape. The material was heavy and weighed you down. You weren’t sure how he walked around wearing this looking so graceful. 

“You’re going to have to go back soon my darling. You have another show tomorrow,” he tells you while he kisses your cheek. 

“No, I don’t want to go yet,” you pout. 

“You need your rest,” he insists. 

“Let me rest here,” you beg even though you already know the answer. You’ve asked him to let you stay the night before and he always gave you the same excuse. 

“No my Angel, you need to rest in your bed.”

“This is a perfectly good bed to rest in,” you quip cheekily. 

This sound comes from his chest that makes every hair on you stand up. It was like a hissing sound a dangerous animal would make. He pins you down again and pulls at your hair to make sure you’re looking at him. 

“Because I wouldn’t let you rest in this bed. I’ve already made a mess in it, I would want to keep ruining it.” He growls in your ear. 

Your body shutters underneath him and stare at him in disbelief. You knew he meant it as a threat but you had never been so intrigued. You squirm a bit and look drunkenly at him. 

“Is that a new promise you’re making to me?” You whisper. 

His eyes darken and his jaw clenches. 

“You’re really asking for it you know? You’re asking for me to lose all the control  I have when it comes to you,” he snaps as he pulls your hair tighter. A slight whimper escapes your mouth and you look at him helplessly. 

“What do you want from me? You’ve deprived me of you for so long,” you say sourly. 

“You were the one that left, not me,” he bellows. 

“Well I’m here now… and things are different,” you throw back. 

“Yes they are…” he says gruffly, “you’ve let the beast come out and see the light.”

Your hands squeeze onto his biceps as his words make your heart fly out of your chest. 

“Don’t hold it back,” you whimper. 

His hand trails down to your breasts and squeezes them firmly, making you moan slightly. His mouth is back on you, sucking on your nipple and groaning heavily. He puts more pressure on you and you feel that familiar electric tingle zap through your body. He lets out his own satisfied moans like you’re a meal. 

He looks up at you with those dangerous blue eyes and bites his lip before speaking. 

“You can’t say things like that to me… you have no idea what I want to do to you…” he rumbles in your ear. 

You can’t even breathe when he says that to you. You feel your heart pound away in your chest and crumble under him. You feel your core throb as he continues to lick and suckle on your breasts. 

“Oh God,” you sigh. 

You wanted him all over again. You didn’t care if you had to beg, you wanted him all to yourself. After all those years of him keeping his distance and trying not to touch you, the dam broke and you needed him like air. 

“What do you want from me?” You breathe. 

“I want all of you. I shouldn’t tell you what I need.”

“Take what you want,” you sigh, kissing his arms where the various curved scars reside on his skin. 

You broke him with that. He loved hearing you want him so much. He got back in between your legs and spread them open. You look down and see his cock is hard again. He teased it at your entrance and groaned because of it. 

“I’ve ruined you enough, I can’t go any further,” he grumbles to himself.

“You haven’t ruined me, you’ve given me exactly want. There’s nothing wrong with that,” you try to convince him.

You push your hips forward to feel more of him but he doesn’t give you the satisfaction. Instead, he sits you up and takes your face in his hand and has you look into his eyes.

“Go to the piano,” he commands.

You weren’t expecting such a demand and weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. “What?” You tremble. 

“Go. To. The. Piano,” he growls through his teeth. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You feel like mush. You can’t move your legs even if you tried. The way he’s looking at you is treacherous and is barely breathing. You get off the bed and feel his hand lightly brush your back. Everything in you wanted to stay in that bed and have him do whatever he wanted but you knew you better listen. 

The cold stone floor under your feet made you feel even more on edge. You didn’t know what he wanted from you. You don’t dare look to see if he is behind you. You would probably feel him anyway but you couldn’t look into that man’s eyes anymore tonight. The candles were still lit in the lair and the distant trickle of water falling from the walls echoed loudly. 

You look down at the piano and see various sheets of music spread across the back of it with dark red roses lying on top of them. The scent of them filled your senses and transported you to his underground world. Your body shivers when you feel him get close. His hands wrap around your body like ivy, pulling you in tighter until you can hardly breathe. His hand slithers down to your sensitive bud and finds the dripping mess he’s created. You want to look at him, watch his face turn into ecstasy as he enjoys you. You start to twist your body to face him but he stops you. 

“No, stay like this, be good, and listen to me,” he instructs. You turn back to face the piano and shakily wait for his next instruction. You feel his cool hands on your hips and pull them back to his. His hard length pushes against you and makes you tremble with need. You quickly grasp onto the edge of the piano for balance. Glancing over your shoulder, he’s looking divine. So powerful and in need of you. He pushes his tip to your entrance and you gasp. 

“Be a good girl for me and stay still. Don’t look back at me, just keep your head down,” he groans as he bends your leg up to kneel on the piano bench. You whimper loudly and listen to him, letting your head hang down. You feel him push almost his entire cock inside you and his groans echo throughout. You’re shocked again with the way he feels, so perfect, and yet all too much. He fills you quickly and he squeezes your hips tightly. You’re panting panting for breath as you try to relax around him. You weren’t expecting him to be so forceful and dominant.

“Ah, Jesus Angel… your pussy is so goddamn tight…” he grovels. You cry out when you hear him curse such vulgar things. It was so filthy but you loved to hear it come from his mouth. He moves slowly and rolls his hips with every thrust. 

You tried to stay still but you found it so hard, he was fucking you to the brink and you liked it too much to stay still and silent.

“So good-… you feel so good,” you pant. 

He hums delighted and moves faster. The way he moves his hips was criminally addictive. It’s like he knew exactly where to move to make you moan louder for him. And this angle he had you at, with your head down, your arms stretched out before you tightly grabbing the piano. Your backside was completely bare to him and the sticky mess dripping from your core was obscene as he stuffed you with his hard cock. It has you feeling like you are about to pass out. It was all too much and could barely handle this man. 

His fingers trace the curve of your spine and makes your whole body feel on edge. You start to bring your hips back with every thrust he gives you, unable to deny yourself of such pleasure. He groans as he watches you do this, greedily taking what you want too. He plunges his length inside you quickly and holds your hips firmly. The air gets sucked out of you when he does this and makes you bite your tender lip. 

“I thought I told you to hold still,” he says darkly.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. You try to look at him behind you to show your apologies but grabs you by the hair instead and makes you yelp. 

“You just can’t listen today, can you?” He snarls in your ear. Your head is looking at the ceiling and your hands are grabbing onto the piano ledge even harder. The sheet music is crumpling in your hands as he starts to move again. You weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. He was so focused on making you listen to him.

“I’ll listen- please, I’m being good for you Angel.” You cry.

He lets go of your hair and slows down a bit. 

“Good, that’s a good girl.” He groans.

The sound of his gruff voice has you dying of release. And calling you a good girl… Jesus, you couldn’t handle his praise. You’d only want more of it from him. That’s what you were slowly realizing, you couldn’t get enough of him. Everything about him pulled you in and made you kneel to his any need. Your walls fluttered with every thrust he gave and you knew he was able to feel it too. 

One of his hands finds your clit once again and rubs it the only way he can. Pure pleasure radiates through you and your cry echoes loudly through the lair. 

“Oh God please!”

You so desperately wanted to see his face and be able to beg him to let you cum. You knew how much he liked that when you did it. But he doesn’t pay any attention to your cries and keeps driving his hips harder into you. 

His hands trail down a bit further to discover where you two are connected. He groans when he finds your dripping wet cunt wrapped around him. The sensation of his hands and his cock thrusting in and out of you had you dying. You feel him grab one of your arms and lead it to your clit. He gently has you rub there then has you trail down to feel where you two are intertwined.

“Feel how perfect we fit together my Angel. You were just made for me to take care of…,” he breathes. Your fingers touch all the mess that is coming out of you and how his long cock stuffs you completely, it's almost too much to handle. You spread your index and middle fingers apart against his cock when he thrusts in and out of you, feeling the sticky mess you’ve made on him. 

“Yes, you feel so good, I need more of you,” you pant.

His hand leads yours back up to your clit and has you rub there. 

“Touch yourself, you’re doing so good listening to me,” he coos.

You had never done this before and it made you become unglued. The way he was rolling his hips and encouraging you to touch yourself made you ready to cum.

“Oh please, please make me finish.” You never thought you’d be so desperate but this man makes you want terrible things.

He was breathing heavily behind you and that’s when you feel him drive harder into you, making you see stars. Your whole body convulsed as he plunges his cock deep inside you. You can barely stand up properly the way he’s taking you. Your shaky hands grapple onto the sheet music as you cry out in ecstasy through your orgasm. A rose gets in your grasp too and one of the thorns nicks your hand momentarily. It thankfully didn’t hurt this time since he was making you feel too good.

“That’s it darling, let me hear how much you enjoy this,” he groans with a snap of his hips. 

Your core clenches around his length and your hands fall to the piano keys, making a loud, chaotic reverberation echo throughout the lair. You can’t stand anymore, your knees feel like they are going to give out any moment.

“Oh Angel- I can’t-, I can’t stand. You’re making me weaker,” you cry.

“Mhmm… I know darling, I know,” he pants.

You still want to see his face, watch pleasure wash over him, and help him cum. 

“You feel so damn good, God what have you done to me,” he moans. 

He pulls you up and makes your body flush with his. You’re on your tippy toes, trying to stay on the ground as he’s buried inside you. You let your head fall against his chest and struggle for breath. His hips moved slower but were still so powerful.

“I shouldn’t want you this much,” he growls in your ear. "This is so dangerous."

“It’s too late, I don’t want anyone the way I want you,” you moan. “I want you like this all the time.”

He quickly thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and turning around. His face was drowning in pleasure and he was squeezing your hips so tight. He looks like he has no control over his body. He just needs you.

“Get on your knees.”

You stare at him wide-eyed but slowly sink down to your knees without hesitation. 

You wanted to touch him so badly, covered in your slick and throbbing with need. Your eyes silently plead for him to let you take care of him. He holds the base of his cock and steps closer to you, grabbing your face gently.

“Open your mouth. Let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours,” he says low. You tilt your head up and do as he says, sticking your tongue out and letting him slip in. You close your eyes and you both groan when you feel his hard length slide along your tongue. The taste of you on him and his precum leaking from his tip is enough to make you moan loudly. You pop your eyes back open and lick the underside of him and watch his jaw fall slack. He pushes his hips a bit further into you and his breathing becomes more ragged. He holds the back of your head and he groans loudly before you feel his length twitch in your mouth.

“Oh God, darling, I’m going to-,” he struggles to breathe and pushes his cock deeper down your throat. You moan when you feel him pulse in your mouth and his warm seed fills your mouth. You grab onto his thighs, bracing yourself for what he’s giving you. His groans fill the empty lair, and the sound of his gruff sighs has you squeezing your thighs together in the hope of some kind of relief. 

“Hold it all in your mouth darling, don’t let a drop of me go untasted.” He sighs before slowly pulling his length out of you.

Your eyes roll back at his instructions and look up at him eagerly. He puts his hand back on your chin and nods approvingly.

“Good, now swallow,” he commands.

You do as he says and swallow everything he gave you in one long gulp. The taste of his salty-sweet cum coats your tongue and you liked how he tasted. You swallow and clear your throat a few times before sitting back on your heelsexhausted. 

He quickly picks you up and he sits on the piano bench, making you straddle his hips and sit on him. Your sensitive core aches from everything he did to you tonight. But that doesn’t stop him from devouring your lips once again and having you wrap your weak arms around him. You find yourself instinctively tangling your hands in his hair and moaning softly against his lips. His hands hold you tightly to him and he doesn’t relent in kissing you softer. Your poor tender lips had never had such treatment. His hands push your hips as close as they can get to him and he presses his forehead to yours. His cold porcelain mask sends shivers through you.

“Do you like how I taste?” He says hoarsely. 

You whimper against his lips, “Yes, yes I do.” 

He sighs contently when he hears your response, “Such a good girl.”

He continues to look at you drunkenly and caresses your hair softly, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it. He breathes in deeply and closes his eyes, “I must get you back now, I can’t keep you here any longer.”

You don’t have any fight left in you to argue with him. He lifts you up off of him and then it hits you.

“Umm… I don’t have anything to wear… You tore my nightgown off of me,” you remind him.

He didn’t think of this clearly and worry smears across his face.

“Damn it…” he mutters to himself. “I’ll have to escort you to your room then.”

Not what you had hoped for but at least you could be with him for a little while longer.

*

He put his clothes back on and wrapped you in this fur-lined blanket that was the warmest thing you had ever had on your body. You sat comfortably in the boat as he pushed it through the hazy water. He lit a torch with one of the flaming candles on the wall and helped you both see your way back clearly. 

You both got to the mirror and it was strange, he normally never stepped past the thresh hold but tonight was different. He stayed extra close to you and kept his hand on the small of your back. He unlocks the dressing room door and steps out first. He extends his arm out with his cape and hides you in his shadow. You both walk silently down the hall, not a soul noticing your presence. You didn’t have to tell him where your room was, he just knew and opened the door as soon as you reached it. 

He lets you step in first and then proceeds to close the door swiftly behind him. Only moonlight shone through the window and his dark eyes stared at you. You don’t know what to say to him after everything that happened tonight. You let the blanket slide off of you and place it behind on the bed. 

“Thank you for getting me back,” you say quietly. He’s struggling to not look at you and his breaths were more like labored sighs. 

“Of course my sweet… now please, get some rest.”

You didn’t want him to go, this was the worst part of the night. You pull at his hand and walk back toward the bed.

“Stay with me until I fall asleep,” you beg.

He takes a deep breath before finally giving in, “Okay fine.”

You keep holding his hand as you slip under the blankets. He kneels beside you and peppers kisses along your arms and down your fingertips. He pauses slightly when he looks down at your hand.

“I must cut those thorns off the roses, you keep hurting yourself my clumsy girl,” he teases as he hums low, placing a kiss where the small scratch resided from earlier.

“I think that would be wise,” you chuckle.

He keeps kissing you softly and looks up with those fiery eyes.

“Close your eyes, my Angel,” he tells you, “you’ll see me even in your dreams.”

You nod your head and let your eyes flutter closed. This blanket of peace and darkness washes over you and you fall into the arms of sleep.

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