Christine stared again at the grasshopper and the scorpion, faced with the choice to turn one of them. Strange, she thought, Raoul had mentioned something about Erik being shot in the eyes, perhaps? Mestophiles in the production of Faust too had comitted suicide. And someone had said that when they laid him to rest, he bled from his eyes… that were wide open.
Christine shrugged, but she looked at the models again. These jewels were so exquisite, so shiny…
Almost making them seem alive.
The grasshopper had green eyes. Like Mestophiles.
She laughed nervously to herself, chiding herself for being childish. Then she turned the scorpion with those golden eyes…
Erik gave her the scorpion too along with the ring before she left. And what haunted her as she left, was the fact that he said he would always see her to her death…
She shrugged it off back then, but she never really saw the scorpion with its golden eyes after that, even when she went to bury him.
A/N: I hope you don't get this until you PM me for the fun of it :P Its scary to me even while I was writing it.