Disclaimer: I do not own anything POTO
Welcome, my good
readers and hopefully reviewers!.
As is my style of writing, I
like to blend the movie, and my favorite two Phantom books - Kay's
and Leroux's. This story is no exception. I adore the movie, but I
dont like Erik's lair. Therefore, you can imagine the lair in this
story as Leroux's. If you havent read the book, just imagine the same
thing, with another bedroom, a bath, and a kitchen...oh yes, and the
lovely, yet deadly hot torture chamber.
Face Your
Fate
'Let you Darker side give in...'
Introduction:
"I'm proud of you, Erik. You did what was right and what was proper instead of letting your selfishness get in the way. Think of it - she'll be happy now. You wont have to worry about that. The Vicomte is a good, lovesick boy. They'll never have to worry about money - she'll never starve or go without. You did right." Nadir said, sitting across from Erik in his apartment, his back to the fireplace. Erik, shadows playing on his face, continued to look tortured. His hands were raised to his forehead, hiding his emotional eyes. He had been sitting in silence for so long, not uttering a word. It was starting to even scare Nadir. Surely Erik must have something to say! Finally, after what seemed like a thousand eternities, he spoke.
"You say you're proud, what I did was right by...society. Do you still know nothing about me, Daroga? My life is now worthless. Life has no meaning at all because of what I have done. I am hollow inside, now as ugly there as I am on the surface. I was foolish to let her go...and yet..."
"And yet you know she is happy."
Erik looked up at him in pure anguish, then stood up. "You are little help to my misery, Daroga. I suppose I'll just have to find my own way to cope."
Poor Nadir...he knew nothing of what Erik's true intentions were as he walked out of his door...
Nights, days, each filled with darkness - they all melted into each other. Erik found trying to sleep useless, and trying to compose music failed him for the first time. Each night he wrestled with himself, trying to convince his mind that he should be happy - Christine was happy, so should he. For years, he lived through her - when she was upset, so would he; he'd pace and his heart would ache until she would be better again. When she cried, tears of his own could fill his lake. And when she sang in rejoice, he'd be there to make his organ sing in harmony. Now she's happy, she has everything she needs - so should he.
Then why, deep inside, as the days went by, could he not convince himself that she really was happy? What if she wasn't?
One day too many being alone in the darkness with nothing to look forward to made him make his next decision so irrationally - he'd just have to find out for himself how she was fairing these days. And then, only then, could he put his heart to rest.
