Guile
One Thousand Club
The shimmering of that ring brought a new fury back into Erik. It was agonizing to look at and it was something that he refused to let her wear. Grabbing her wrist, much more gentle than, but as firmly as, before, Erik stopped her from walking away from him just yet. "No." Was what he growled before he reached up and ripped the necklace from her neck - the chain snapping with ease. He tossed it onto the ground, making his distaste in the object obvious, and hissed in her ear. "If you ever wish to see your Angel of Music again, you will not let him catch you wearing such a thing ever again." Standing upright, and backing a few paces away, Erik spoke again to her - much less menacing, more painful. "I believe you're right, Christine. You never should have asked me to come. You have caused us all nothing but heartache, thanks to your little invite. At least you are able to be comforted in the arms of someone who loves you. You know very well what I have to comfort me..." Nothing. Erik had nothing and no one. His life was meaningless without Christine. However, he didn't wait around any longer - he couldn't be in Christine's presence for another minute. It was far too painful. Within seconds he had turned and walked out, disappearing into the mass of people. He found his way back to his familiar shadows easily, knowing no one would find him and that he would be safe until he could get back home.