A/N: hi folks, this is me first Phanfic. Just so you know, lots of Raoul bashing, insane recluses, a parallel life, and maybe some romance. I own no phantom of the opera, except for a copy of the story which is coming in a couple of days and a copy of the 2005 movie. And My Aretha©. Don't hate me because I am no idea what's going in me head.
Come to me, Strange Angel
Erik's POV
So... tired. I was stupid, you know, the way people are when they're in love. Yeah, I thought she could love me. Now, as I lay here, I realize that I already knew that she wouldn't love me. I couldn't face the music, chuckles, me the "Angel of Music," and the "Opera Ghost" couldn't listen to the insistent strum of my own logic beating a constant dissonance with my mad heart. I know I'm dying, people are so tired right before they die, and they feel no pain. I wonder if she'll bury the ring with me. I almost wish she wouldn't. I say my last farewells to the world, and only regret that no one heard my beautiful music.
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Aretha's POV
Perfect, absolutely perfect. I have everything I need to bring him here. Now for the song. Music of the Night? Nah, how about... The Phantoms Duet! Perfect. Candles here; chalk markings here, here, and here; black silk with a white band; and the song. Takes a deep breath.
In sleep he sang to me
in dreams he came,
That voice which calls to me
and speaks my name.
The phantom of the opera is there,
inside my mind.
Pauses to alter her voice and continues
Sing once again with me
our strange duet
My power over you
grows stronger yet
and though you turn from me
to glance behind
the phantom of the opera is there inside your mind
Pauses again
Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear
I am that mask you wear
It's me they hear
Your spirit and my voice
in one combined
the phantom is here
inside my mind.
He's there
The Phantom of the Opera
Beware the phantom of the opera
Begins vocalizing
Finally, now let's see, wait five minutes and your very own idol/crush with arrive. Sounds good.
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E's POV
It's dark, I always thought Hell was... well... full of fire and screaming souls. Strange. Wait, my eyes are adjusting to the darkness. There's someone there. I wonder what they're waiting for. Can they see me? What are they wearing? I could swear that... "Christine?"
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Normal POV
The girl's laughter surrounded the man before her when he spoke those two syllables. She flicked the switch and the room was bathed in light. He flinched away and cried out, causing her to snicker at his discomfort. She grinned, a lackadaisical, sardonic thing.
"Welcome, Erik, to the year 2000 and six," she said, "I am your host, and please, call me Aretha."
"Where am I? Why have you brought me here? And what are you?" He demanded.
"Tucson, Arizona, to save you from either death, Christine, or a morphine addiction, and a humanoid, lycanthropic, descendant of the people of Vratrasia in, I think, the next fifteen galaxies over who dabbles in the mystic arts. Any more questions?"
"What is two-son? And where exactly on the map is the country of Arizona?"
"Tucson is a city, spelled T-U-C-S-O-N in the State of Arizona of the United States of America."
"Oh, but..."
"It became a state in the nineties I think."
"I see. Well, how do you speak French so well, and without an accent?"
"I'm not. It's part of the spell. It automatically translates anything the castee and castor says to the others most comfortable language. To me, you are speaking a mix of English, Spanish, and Japanese."
"Fascinating."
"I agree. Now, Time to feed."
"What?"
"Eat. You look like I did in my preteens. I hope you like medium well sirloin."
"I don't feel like it."
"You will eat, even if I have to ram it down your throat with a spoon." She stated in a sickly sweet voice that left no room for argument.
"Fine, do you have any wine?"
"Very poetic, and no, I don't. I have a minor problem with alcohol and tend to stay away from it."
"What kind of problem?"
"None of your concern my good man."
"I am not your good man."
"I know. Now let's eat and get acquainted."
Erik felt a strange emotion grip tightly to his gut and realized that is was fear. This was going to be a long... well it was going to be very torturous.
Me: Well folks. It's begun. I feel sorry for the poor madman; he has no idear what he's in for.
Erik: I think I have a fair idea of what you are going to do to me.
Me: Really?
Erik: yup.
ME: Did you know about the fop that is coming up next chapter?
Erik: WHAT!
Me: and no, you can't use your Punjab lasso on him.
Erik: please.
Me: no, I need him.
Erik: Fine. Now where did I put my-
Me: NO! Erik, honey, don't kill my torture toy.
Erik: oh all right.
Me: thank you...