A/n: Yes,I know..I just keep posting stories,don't I? Well maybe this one will get more reviews than my baby, Erik's Little Sister..which -noone- seems to be reading. *pouts,puts more shameless plugs up for her favorite* *Plug plug plug* ^_^ Anyhow,I still don't own anything.
Oh!And by the way . should you want more stories by me,click on the little icon that says L.M and it'll take you to some! *begs everyone to read Pearl's story* It's not that bad...really! *more plugs* Erik's little sister,Erik's Little Sister,erik's little sister!
Comtess Christine De Chagny,a former diva of the Paris Opera,stood silently by as the auctioneer started the Comte's estate sale. Raoul had died only two weeks ago from a single gunshot wound to the head,the shot fired by one of his own pistols. The few people who had attended the funeral,and the police,assumed it had been suicide,Christine knew Raoul wouldn't have killed himself no matter what. She stayed silent as every remaining item of her former husband vanished from her life into the hands of complete strangers. A bid of 100,000 pounds won the large house in London,where they had been staying since...Erik.
Still the thought of her angel haunted her. Every move her husband had made,every song she had sung afterward,every time she dreamt,everything related to the Phantom. She brushed a tear from her cheek as the people began to disperse to pick up their new belongings. "Poor Raoul.."The 32 year old whispered under her breath. They had been married 10 years,and Christine had miscarried 4 children in that time,hurting Raoul just a little more each time. He had known she couldn't help what her body did,but the doctors continued to tell them both there was no reason she shouldn't be able to birth a child. A year ago they had moved into seperate rooms,he hadn't even kissed her since their last child,the only girl,had died 8 months into Christine's pregnancy. His voice had been dull and soft whenever he spoke,his fair hair had been flecked with gray and he had lost at least 50 pounds.
Christine shook her head,"It wasn't my fault.." She smoothed the skirt of her black dress out and tried to calm herself. Her hands were trembling..the last time her hands had trembled had been when she'd kissed Erik. Thinking,as she walked to her new apartment,she would have never let thoughts of Erik enter her mind while Raoul was alive. She would have never thought of the soft,almost caresses,the lessons,the feelings they'd both shared. Why had she left him? Why had she run away with Raoul? Did she really love the Comte,Viscomte at the time,that much more than her angel? She nodded,"Yes,I did..do." 'Ah...it's why you think of Erik so much...why you always felt you should go back to him..why you plan on going back to Paris now?' That annoying little voice in the back of her head whispered viciously. "Be quiet." Christine muttered firmly as her pulled the door to the apartment building open. Two people,who had been in mid conversation,turned and blinked at her. She blinked back and blushed,hanging her head,"I'm sorry..I didn't mean you..I was talking to myself..." As soon as she was gone,the people looked at one another and one of them snickered as the other said,"Bloomin' mental case,isn't she?"
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Ayesha lept lightly onto the chair her master slept in,jolting him awake. "Oh..it's only you,Ayesha.."Erik mumbled softly,stroking the 17 year old cat's head. For the animal's age,she still acted like a kitten. He had lived beneath the opera house so many years now,he sometimes could not remember when he hadn't. The memory of Miss Christine Daae didn't sting as it had when she'd first left,as a matter of fact,the only time he thought of her is when Don Juan Triumphant was put on five floors above his head. Andre and Firmin were long gone,especially after Ublado Piangi had gotten in an 'accident'. The new managers had,thankfully,fired the croaking wench and brought in a few wonderful new people. Marcus Veraz,a man of Spanish descent with thick black hair and dark brown eyes,a charming voice,a sarcastic smile,and a body almost as thin as Erik,had been the first manager hired. The second was a rather burly man named Evan Stone. He hadn't seen much of Evan,or his wife,Jeanette,though they were quite a lot older than Marcus,and they had a daughter,Diana,after all.
The man who had taken over for Piangi was of medium size,with a very clear voice,though it was nothing compaired to Erik's. Michael Veraz,Marcus' younger brother,was rather kinder than the tenor before him,always willing to lend a helping hand,especially to a young lady named Alyssa Dunnet. She was thin and rather bendy,she also had a voice of pure gold. If Christine had been made to compete with her,instead of Carlotta,the deceptive bitch wouldn't have had a chance. At least,that was Erik's opinion.
Ayesha shot him a dark look,almost as if punishing him for the thought. He had always suspected his faithful pet could read minds,by now he was almost sure of it. "I know Ayesha..I know..I won't do it again.."Erik mumbled as he ran his long fingers through her coat. She sneezed. She believed him as much as she could lift the opera house by herself. The Phantom glared down at her,"I'm very much allowed to be a cynical,bitter bastard whenever I wish,Ayesha." She mewed,clearly saying,'No you're not.' and rubbed against his hand. Erik sighed and looked toward the floor where a small puddle of blood,long dry,lay. "Christine.....I hate you.." He whispered. Ayesha left.
A/n: Okay. More coming. T_T I NEED REVIEWS. Please give me reviews. To anyone who's now read Erik's Little Sister,yes,I borrowed a couple of my own characters. Evan and Jeanette,as well as Diana..but at this point,only Jeanette is involved in the story. I'm aware this is a spoiler to my own story..but it's not that big of one. ^_^ Review!
Oh!And by the way . should you want more stories by me,click on the little icon that says L.M and it'll take you to some! *begs everyone to read Pearl's story* It's not that bad...really! *more plugs* Erik's little sister,Erik's Little Sister,erik's little sister!
Comtess Christine De Chagny,a former diva of the Paris Opera,stood silently by as the auctioneer started the Comte's estate sale. Raoul had died only two weeks ago from a single gunshot wound to the head,the shot fired by one of his own pistols. The few people who had attended the funeral,and the police,assumed it had been suicide,Christine knew Raoul wouldn't have killed himself no matter what. She stayed silent as every remaining item of her former husband vanished from her life into the hands of complete strangers. A bid of 100,000 pounds won the large house in London,where they had been staying since...Erik.
Still the thought of her angel haunted her. Every move her husband had made,every song she had sung afterward,every time she dreamt,everything related to the Phantom. She brushed a tear from her cheek as the people began to disperse to pick up their new belongings. "Poor Raoul.."The 32 year old whispered under her breath. They had been married 10 years,and Christine had miscarried 4 children in that time,hurting Raoul just a little more each time. He had known she couldn't help what her body did,but the doctors continued to tell them both there was no reason she shouldn't be able to birth a child. A year ago they had moved into seperate rooms,he hadn't even kissed her since their last child,the only girl,had died 8 months into Christine's pregnancy. His voice had been dull and soft whenever he spoke,his fair hair had been flecked with gray and he had lost at least 50 pounds.
Christine shook her head,"It wasn't my fault.." She smoothed the skirt of her black dress out and tried to calm herself. Her hands were trembling..the last time her hands had trembled had been when she'd kissed Erik. Thinking,as she walked to her new apartment,she would have never let thoughts of Erik enter her mind while Raoul was alive. She would have never thought of the soft,almost caresses,the lessons,the feelings they'd both shared. Why had she left him? Why had she run away with Raoul? Did she really love the Comte,Viscomte at the time,that much more than her angel? She nodded,"Yes,I did..do." 'Ah...it's why you think of Erik so much...why you always felt you should go back to him..why you plan on going back to Paris now?' That annoying little voice in the back of her head whispered viciously. "Be quiet." Christine muttered firmly as her pulled the door to the apartment building open. Two people,who had been in mid conversation,turned and blinked at her. She blinked back and blushed,hanging her head,"I'm sorry..I didn't mean you..I was talking to myself..." As soon as she was gone,the people looked at one another and one of them snickered as the other said,"Bloomin' mental case,isn't she?"
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Ayesha lept lightly onto the chair her master slept in,jolting him awake. "Oh..it's only you,Ayesha.."Erik mumbled softly,stroking the 17 year old cat's head. For the animal's age,she still acted like a kitten. He had lived beneath the opera house so many years now,he sometimes could not remember when he hadn't. The memory of Miss Christine Daae didn't sting as it had when she'd first left,as a matter of fact,the only time he thought of her is when Don Juan Triumphant was put on five floors above his head. Andre and Firmin were long gone,especially after Ublado Piangi had gotten in an 'accident'. The new managers had,thankfully,fired the croaking wench and brought in a few wonderful new people. Marcus Veraz,a man of Spanish descent with thick black hair and dark brown eyes,a charming voice,a sarcastic smile,and a body almost as thin as Erik,had been the first manager hired. The second was a rather burly man named Evan Stone. He hadn't seen much of Evan,or his wife,Jeanette,though they were quite a lot older than Marcus,and they had a daughter,Diana,after all.
The man who had taken over for Piangi was of medium size,with a very clear voice,though it was nothing compaired to Erik's. Michael Veraz,Marcus' younger brother,was rather kinder than the tenor before him,always willing to lend a helping hand,especially to a young lady named Alyssa Dunnet. She was thin and rather bendy,she also had a voice of pure gold. If Christine had been made to compete with her,instead of Carlotta,the deceptive bitch wouldn't have had a chance. At least,that was Erik's opinion.
Ayesha shot him a dark look,almost as if punishing him for the thought. He had always suspected his faithful pet could read minds,by now he was almost sure of it. "I know Ayesha..I know..I won't do it again.."Erik mumbled as he ran his long fingers through her coat. She sneezed. She believed him as much as she could lift the opera house by herself. The Phantom glared down at her,"I'm very much allowed to be a cynical,bitter bastard whenever I wish,Ayesha." She mewed,clearly saying,'No you're not.' and rubbed against his hand. Erik sighed and looked toward the floor where a small puddle of blood,long dry,lay. "Christine.....I hate you.." He whispered. Ayesha left.
A/n: Okay. More coming. T_T I NEED REVIEWS. Please give me reviews. To anyone who's now read Erik's Little Sister,yes,I borrowed a couple of my own characters. Evan and Jeanette,as well as Diana..but at this point,only Jeanette is involved in the story. I'm aware this is a spoiler to my own story..but it's not that big of one. ^_^ Review!
