His golden eyes flickered meaningfully at Christine, and she nervously
looked down to avoid his unnerving gaze when she realized that he was
holding his hand out for her to take. She slowly reached for his hand,
knowing that it wasn't a choice in her case, but hesitated right
before she actually put her hand in his. He, however, had obviously
grown tired of her hesitation and took her hand in his. Without a
word, he turned away from her slightly shocked expression and led her
out of the room.
It seemed to Christine that the man literally had money growing on
trees... for she had truly never seen a more expensive interior design
than this. The staircase he was currently leading her down seemed to
be made of marble, and the rail itself was trimmed with pure gold.
When they reached the bottom of the staircase, Christine nearly
thought she was going to lose her balance, because of how thick the
carpet was beneath her feet. Looking down at it, she vaguely wondered
where it had come from. Rome? Italy? Persia? She honestly had no clue,
but her attention was immediately snapped away from the carpet as they
entered what she assumed to be the dining room.
Marble tiles covered the floor, a huge dark wooden table stood off to
the side of the room, its legs trimmed in silver, which contrasted
nicely with the silver-edged paintings lining the walls. But the first
thing that actually truly caught her attention was the huge and very
extravagant chandelier hanging from the very center of the ceiling,
its light giving the room a very intriguing feeling.
Thousands of candles lined the walls around the room, each one lit and
flickering at her with unspoken secrets, and they gave the room a very
magical glow to it.
Christine was so taken up with the design of the room that she
flinched when he snapped his fingers, surprised by the sound. But what
shocked her even more was when suddenly the chandelier's light
disappeared, leaving the room to be lit only by the candles'
flickering flames.
She tilted her head backwards to look up at the chandelier, wondering
why it had suddenly stopped giving light.
"Magic."
She felt chills go down her spine at his low tone, and turned to look
up at him in wonder. Magic? Magic wasn't real... was it? She never had
believed in magic before.. but then again she had never believed she
would be kidnapped by some rich guy that offered her an entire life
full of luxury for simply agreeing to marry him..
"Come, Christine, you must stop your daydreaming or we shall never
have time to eat."
He almost seemed to purr as he talked, and it left a very strange
feeling in the bottom of Christine's stomach, though she couldn't put
her finger on what the feeling was.
She followed him silently as he led her to the table, and nodded ever
so slightly at him in thanks when he pulled her chair out for her. He
gave her a heart-wrenching smirk before walking around the table and
sitting down in the chair opposite from her.
To her slight dismay, the food was already on the table, which meant
that she had neither no more time to admire the room she was in or
find out more about her captor. Not that she had learned anything
about him anyways... Well besides the constant
sending-chills-down-her-spine smirk and his dark,
smooth-as-chocolate-and-caramel-mixed-together voice.
Holding back a sigh, she looked down at her plate, but was extremely
surprised to find that it was her favorite meal. Looking up at him,
she narrowed her eyes slightly. "How did you know..? How did you know
what I liked to eat?"
The corners of his lips turned upwards slightly in that smirk, and
Christine forced herself to keep calm and not let him know how his
gorgeous smirk was affecting her.
"I know every single thing about you, my Christine."
She stared at him for a moment, then quickly averted her gaze from his
powerfully alluring one, and began to eat.
Thankfully, he remained silent while she ate, but she did notice
something extremely odd about their... eating situation. She had a huge
plate in front of her while he... had nothing but a pure silver wine
glass in front of him. She opened her mouth to ask him why he wasn't
eating, but thought better of it and continued eating her food.
Though she tried her best to ignore it, his constant gazing at her was
starting to have a major affect on her nerves... and not just the kind
that controlled her body movements either....
Finally she dropped her spoon down onto her plate and glared at him,
feeling suddenly feisty. "Is my hair all frizzy or something?" She
asked, her tone not even trying to conceal her obvious irritation.
He smirked, and slowly let his gaze travel over her hair, to which she
frowned, forcing herself not to feel flattered by it.
"Not at all, my dear. It looks absolutely perfect... just as you do."
She felt the blush creeping up on her cheeks, and she tried to
restrain it.. but really how does one restrain a blush?
He chuckled as he watched her cheeks turn crimson, and she immediately
looked down at her lap, the mere sound of his chuckle making her
thoughts scrambled and forcing her heart to start racing in her chest.
What was it about this man that made her start to have these strange
feelings? Why could a mere compliment force her emotions to become
undone?
But her feelings started to quickly change when she realized that he
was in complete and total control of her, both of her soul and her
bodily emotions and feelings.
Pushing her chair back, she stood up and glared at him from across the
table, her gaze turning spiteful when she saw he was once again
wearing his ever-constant smirk. "Do you wear your smirk as a uniform
or is that just another weapon against my emotions to try and succumb
to you and beg you to marry me tonight and carry me off to your bed?!"
She forced herself to keep from shouting at him but still spat the
words hatefully across the table at the man who was still as calm as
ever.
"My Christine.." he purred deeply, standing from his chair gracefully
and walking towards her, the smirk still on his face. "If you had so
wished for me to marry you and take you to my bed you had only needed
ask for it.." he slowly wrapped his arms around her small form,
bringing her to him easily as he started to stroke her hair. "Nothing
would give me greater pleasure than to teach you just exactly how..." he
paused, his hand snaking down her arm slowly. "wonderful life's
experiences can be."
Christine started to lean backwards into him, her body enjoying his
touch far too much for her comfort, when she suddenly pulled away from
him, her gaze furious as she took several steps away from the man who
had kidnapped her.
"You're doing it again! Taking control of my thoughts, my emotions, my
body! And I'm tired of it! I'm tired of this! It's only been two days
and already I feel as though I am losing my mind, because all I can
think about is you and I don't want to think about you but I can't
help it because you have some weird control over my mind!"
He smirked, and chuckled darkly, and started to ascend towards her
slowly, his cape billowing behind him majestically, his dark and
powerful aura surrounding her almost to the point that she felt she
would succumb to it once more.
But Christine was strong-willed when it came to certain things, and
she very much wanted to keep control of her mind and her actions, and
so for every step he took towards her, she took two backwards.
Of course, that plan failed as all her others did when she felt her
back hit a wall. He smirked, and stepped towards her one last time,
successfully trapping her into the corner of the room.
"Does my Christine have a plan B or is she content and willing to
listen to me now?"
"I will never be 'willing to listen to you'!" she yelled, pushing
against his solid form to try to get out of the corner, but he easily
took her hands in one of his and grasped her wrists, lifting them
above her head.
"Are you willing now, Mademoiselle Daae?"
She was trapped in a corner, her hands above her head, gazing into the
golden eyes of her captor with no other plans of escape. But she would
absolutely die before she would willingly admit to listen to him, so
she did the most logical thing she could think of... kicked him, in his
groin.
He let out a moan of pain and dropped her wrists, and she was relieved
to see that he was not as unharmable as he seemed.
She scooted away from the wall, but to her misfortune, It didn't take
him very long to recover, for he was soon chasing after her once more,
walking slowly and moving gracefully towards her, like the Angel of
Death coming to take what was his.
His powerful stare was locked onto her gaze, and she felt as if she
was literally shrinking under that gaze.
"You will never try to resist me again, do you hear me Christine?" he
growled, and she cowered under the intensity of his tone.
"I'm sorry!" she whimpered, casting her eyes down at the ground to
avoid his gaze.
His gaze softened ever so slightly, and he gently tilted her chin up
with his fingers. Gazing calmly into her eyes, he leaned towards her
ever so slowly, so that she would know exactly what he was doing.
She instinctively let her eyes close as his lips touched hers, his
touch soft and gentle. She resisted the urge to kiss him back, but
found herself giving in and started to return his kiss when he pulled
away.
"No Christine," he murmured, his voice low and surprisingly gentle.
"it is I who was in the wrong. Forgive me, my Angel."
And with that and a flash of smoke, he disappeared.
{I am so so so so so sorry that I haven't updated in so long! I had an
extreme change in my life, and I moved over a thousand miles away.... So
yeah. I'm sorry but I promise to update regularly from now on and
hopefully I'll get another chapter up this week! Anyways.... Review and
let me know what you think of this chapter? :) }