Summery: Erik is once again alone, but with no Christine to comfort him. He is exiting the Opera Populaire, after the fire, when he hears a young women speaking of things only Christine would know. Or is it pure coincidence that's this women loves an Erik and left with a Raoul. Plus this Erik once inspired her voice.
A/N: I don't own Erik or any relations to the play, the musical or the book "the phantom of the opera".
Chapter one.
Erik made sure the mob was gone before entering his home again. He come out of the closet and looked about his room. They had destroyed everything. Down to the very last candlestick. Not that any of this matters not that she's gone. All this was for her. If she's not around to enjoy it might as well be destroyed. Erik thought bitterly. For a moment Erik was lost in a memory…..
"You try my patience make your choice!" Erik spat at Christine. He tugged the noose on Raoul's neck a bit harder.
He realized he acted abominably. How could he ever expect Christine to choose him? She, an angel, the light of his life, choose him, a demon, the darkness of her life.
"Pitiful creature of darkness. What kind of life have you known? God gave me courage to show you, you are not alone!" Along with that Christine kissed Erik full long on the lips. It felt as if she really loved me. Now I see she had pity for me and hope for Raoul.
Erik couldn't stand it. This may be his home but it reminds him too much of Christine. He left everything there. There was a passage way to a back ally he could exit from un noticed. Luckily he still had his mask on. When he felt the cool winter air caress his skin he felt home. Unfortunately comforts don't last. He got a whiff of what the air around him smells like. It was rank with human and animal waste alike. Plus rotten food. It seems everything in Erik's life is rotten.
He had no destination but knew he could not stay there. There was no one around to notice the mask he wore. Therefore he just started walking. As he was passing by a young women huddled into herself he heard his name,
"Erik I loved you." It sounded like Christine. Getting his hopes up he turned around looking for his angel of music. She was nowhere to be found.
"If you hadn't of threatened Raoul I would have come to you willingly. I've loved you all my life. It's you I truly want not Raoul."
"Christine where are you?" Erik yelled into the blackness of the night. "Why do you insist on torturing me like this?"
"Erik please come fight for me. I don't want to be idle all my life. No luxury could change my feelings for you."
He was alone on this strip of ally way besides this woman.He had a hunch so just stayed there staring at her. All of a sudden the women, still sitting, opened herself up and yelled at nothing unparticular.
"I loved you. You say I betrayed you but it was you, you betrayed me! I was about to give you everything. You're just a selfish bastard. I try your patience? Try looking at our situation from my perspective." The women started sobbing uncontrollably. Her head bent heavily on her hands. Since she was a stranger Erik couldn't really comfort her. Erik for sure knew this was the women talking like Christine about there dealings. Yet how did she know our situation. Could it be possible? No not possible. His thought were interrupted when the young women got up off the ground, wiped away all tears, straightened her dress and started walking away. Yet as she drifted away he heard her tell herself, sounding as if this never happened,
"Not again. You should try to control it somehow. I mean." He didn't hear the rest. She was too far away. Was she really talking about Christine and me? Was I really that selfish? Then that would mean she loves me! She wants to come back to me! His face lit up at the prospect. Yet how would he act. He was a wanted man so he couldn't just stroll up to there door. No he had to be precise and sneaky. Of course since they're not married yet she would not be sleeping in the same room as Raoul so this should be easy.
Christine…..
Oh Erik why didn't you fight for me. That kiss I gave you was to tell you to let Raoul go and let me stay. Oh I love you dearly. You'll always have my body mind and soul. Erik I loved you. If you hadn't of threatened Raoul I would have come to you willingly. I've loved you all my life. It's you I truly want not Raoul. Erik please come fight for me. I don't want to be idle all my life. No luxury could change my feelings for you. I loved you. You say I betrayed you but it was you, you betrayed me! I was about to give you everything. You're just a selfish bastard. I try your patience? Try looking at our situation from my perspective. I'm sorry my dearest. If he doesn't come get me in three days hence I shall run away. I will go to him willingly. (The other side of her mind says.) What about Raoul. You cannot leave him. He fought for you. Risked his life neared death for you. You'll throw that in his face if you run. (Other side) I know but my angel deserves my love. Raoul can find someone willing to marry him. His feelings for me will pass. If you look at it he didn't notice me when I was just a chorus girl. Yet when I became the prima Donna of the stage, then his memories come flooding back. Only when he knows I'm worth something will he waste time on me. My angel loved me when I was no one. He was always there for me. He never pressured me to love him until Raoul came. (Back to other side of mind.) There will be consequences for leaving. If you live with your angel you'll have to flee. Be in constant fear of him getting caught. (Back again.) Yes but……… She never finished for there was a rapping at the door.
"Who's there?" Christine asked.
"It's Raoul. I was going to head into town would you like to come?"
"I'm too emotionally drained to be able to do much with you but be a burden to day."
"Alright. Then get some rest. Forgive the disturbance." Christine wasn't about to rest. Her recent interaction with her angel just made her feel more alive. Just incase she decided to do something rash she burst open her door and hollered for Raoul. He came sprinting up the stairs to his beloved.
"What's wrong Christine?" he was panting heavily.
"I'm so sorry Raoul for doing this but when will you be back?" She braced herself for whatever might come next.
"I have business so not until around 10 o'clock." He was starting to control his breathing again.
"I'm sorry for making you run up here like that."
"Not at all. I'd run around the world in iron shoes if in the end I could spend just a moment with you." Christine was touched by his words. He had invoked one of her father's favorite folklore stories.
"Well fair thee well. Raoul don't worry about me."
"You should get some rest. Dream happy thoughts." Raoul stole a gentle kiss from Christine before departing. That would be the last time they would see each other forever. Or per chance they should run across each others paths in due time. Yet not for a very long time.
Erik….
He couldn't see what he could do now so he tried to follow the young women. She led him to a shity flat. It would even suit a lone mouse. Yet she went in just the same.
Rouge…..
Rouge has lost her parents. She has no one but her husband. Even he did little for her. She was just 17. She had to marry or starve to death. She chose life yet after things were settled she prayed for death. Her ragged rouge locks plastered to her face as she climbed up the steps to her hell in heaven. She got her name from what color hair she had when she was born. Rouge was as thin as a stick. When she married she was promised she would never starve. Yes she got enough to suffice but not enough to stop the growling in her stomach.
How am I going to explain my lateness to Jorge? He's going to be furious. Wonder how long until my wounds will heal this time. Who's that strange man following me? He should be frozen wearing just breeches and a white dress shirt. Half unbuttoned no less. I have enough to worry about not having him to add to my stack of problems.
She finally reached her flat. She gently caressed the door open.
"Where the hell have you been? I've been home for over an hour. I'm starving so start cooking something wench."
Erik…
Erik heard some man shout at this women. He listened into there conversation.
" I had another today." The women replied sheepishly.
" You think that's an excuse? You owe your life to me. I give you a home," erik gapped at that. This is not a home. He thought as he took in his surroundings.
"I can't stop them they just come with out warning." She replied again.
"How dare you speak to me like that. I'm too hungry to argue right now so get me something to eat."
She took out the meat pie she got from a friend and gave it to her husband. Maybe if I'm lucky I won't get beat up. How wrong she was.
" Wench this pie is cold. You dare serve me something cold." Erik thought this was odd considering they have no heat nor windows. All of a sudden he heard a meaty hand come in contact with a cheek. He really shouldn't interfere. Yet the beating kept going. Erik peeked through a hole in the door to see a small pile of clothes huddled in a corner on the far side of the room. On top of it was a large man with oily black hair and a filthy beard. He just kept hitting her. He was never going to get any answers if his source of information was dead. Erik burst through the door. Demanded the man to stop.
" This is my wife I can do all I want to her." The large man said.
" I need this women. "
" I see. She sold her self to you."
"No but if you hit her one more time I'll be forced to do something drastic."
So what do you people think. I know it's slow and boring and any thoughts help. Constructive critizium please. If you think it is so hopeless not worth trying to fix tell me.
IndiaPyro.
