He was filled with a burning... exhilarated by this twist of cruelty and genius. The boy was trapped. Christine... she was upset... even distraught. But her despair wouldn't move Erik to change his mind. It was too late. This was the choice.
This is the point of no return.
The Vicomte flinched. Good. Let him fear. His life was in the balance and he was rightfully afraid. What could he do now? Erik could taste his triumph in the air... it was like dread crashing into realization.
Tears welling up in her eyes, Christine at last spoke, "the tears... I might have shed... for your dark fate..." she drew in a breath, "grow cold... and turn to tears of hate!"
Erik stiffened. She will despise you.
She does not deserve this.
"Christine, forgive me..." Raoul managed as he struggled to free himself of the ropes binding his arms. "Please forgive me!"
Christine moved forward to stop Erik, but he raised his hand swiftly, nearly hitting her. Words poured out of her i