I stood over the fool, still grinning my wicked grin. Who knew it would be so easy to kill him? My thoughts were flooded with many things I could do with Raoul's corpse. I could chop off his head and hang it over my mantle back home, skinning him would be a pleasure, after all I was in need of a rug.

My dark thoughts were put away though, because my Christine's sobbing at the fop's demise. Why was she weeping? Now there was nothing standing in between Christine and I! If anything she should be rejoicing! She would soon be enjoying this, because I had made a very critical decision. Tonight, Christine would truly be forever mine, and our wedding was going to be grand! I had everything planned, and all I needed now was my fiancé's cooperation.

"Why do you cry, my love?"

"Raoul's gone..." she sniffled.

"Yes, he is, but you should be happy."

"W-why?" she stuttered.

"Because now we can move on with the wedding." I grinned.

Christine looked at me with a shocked expression. Did she not know this would happen sometime? Did she envision  herself as a prisoner? This had to be fixed.

"Exit the cell." I instructed, unlocking the cell door and holding it open.

Yet, Christine refused to step out. Did she enjoy it in there? She was sometimes a very confusing woman.

"Christine, darling, you've got to come out now." I told her in a playful tone.

Maybe this was some form of game, and if it was, I was very committed to winning it too. So, I quickly grabbed her arm and began to drag her out of the prison. Christine resisted me with all her might but she was no match for my phantom grip.

"Where are you taking me?" she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Home..." I replied taking her through the halls.

Jareth had kept his end of the deal, and now I had a way to transport us back home. It was a trapdoor in the floor, that when someone stepped on it, it would teleport them to my lair. I looked back at my angel. Her eyes were puffy and her chocolate brown curls tangled tremendously, but she still was my perfect bride in my eyes. How long would it take before she knew how important she was to me? Days, weeks, months? Years..? Whatever time period it took her, I'd still be hers. Finally, I found the hidden entrance and I stopped in front of it.

"Stand on that tile, Christine." I ordered.

She shook her head and began to yell for help.

"Do it now!" I yelled at her.

Christine immediately stepped onto the spot and down she went. I smiled when she screamed as she fell. I then jumped down into comforts of my dark lair. Oh how nice it felt to be home again, but this was no time for relaxation. I had to find Christine. She was hiding once again from me.

"Eric..." she whispered low, "Please don't make me..."

"But Christine you love me and I love you..." I explained reasonably, "We must stay together."

"Eric, I don't love you..."

"Y-you... you don't..?" I whimpered.

"No."

She didn't reply back.

My heart broke in two... no... it shattered into millions of pieces. How could she? How could Christine just crush me so cruel? Now my vision of her changed drastically. Christine wasn't my angel anymore. She was my prisoner. All of the gifts I'd given to her, all the devotion, and all the love for her was now destroyed. My inner phantom was finally released, and nothing was preventing it from running loose.

My blood was boiling as I quickly found Christine and yanked her to the mirror where I had left her wedding dress and veil. Her pleads meant nothing to me now.

"Put it on." I commanded, pointing to the outfit.

"No... no Eric.. please..."

"Put. It. On." My tone raised as it was said once again, but more forceful.

Christine shook her head and refused.

I'd had enough of this foolishness. I took a step towards her and gripped the bottom of her gown. Then, my hands slowly started to pull it off her by force, until she cried out.

"Stop, stop, stop! I'll put it on! I'll give in!"

I smiled devilishly and took my hands away from her dress.

"Good girl..." I growled.

As Christine began to get ready, I heard a thud coming from above. My body quickly spun around to see a girl lying on the ground near my organ.

"W-Where am I?" she mumbled.

Sarah...

"At our wedding..." I snarled, beginning to get enraged. Then, I thought better of it. What wedding would be complete without guests?

"You're just in time too. The ceremony is about to begin."

My hands gripped one of my ropes and bound Sarah's wrists together.

"Hey! What are you doing!?" Sarah screamed.

"Just making sure that our guest of honor doesn't get any ideas." my lips curled into an evil smile, " I think my dear, we have a guest!"

I gazed over at the now fully clothes Christine, and her mouth hung wide open.

"Sarah!" Christine yelled.

"That's right, and she's going to be our guest this evening." i beamed proudly, "And for extra measure, let's out some pressure on your final choice."

I swiftly grasped another rope around my belt and swung it around Sarah's neck.

One look at Christine's face and I knew... we've past the point of no return...

(Hey guys! Sorry for the slow updates! I've been on vacation! As you may have noticed, this chapter is titled fallen angel. I want you to comment on who you think was the real 'fallen angel'. Was it Christine? Or was it Eric? Explanations are always appreciated! Comment and vote!!)