All That The Phantom Asked Of You!
By: Lemony Apple
A One Shot
"Christine…"
As he said those words, his breath seemed to float into his face, like an invisible cloud. It was snowing, and his breath was visible, he was not imagining it. That meant that the dream of Christine –his Christine- and that stupid Viscount boy was not a dream- it had been real. As real as the rose that was in her hands a few minutes ago.
Erik was still pressed against the statue. Christine and him had long since left the rooftop, and he had been hiding like a fool behind a statue. It angered him that the Viscount made passes at his girl. He flaunted her like he owned her! Kissed her even!
"I gave you my music… made your song take wing…"
It was more than he could bear. How could anyone bear that? He felt blind fury- the fury he felt when he killed Buquet. He would take that Viscount on, and this time he would not fail. He would get him for making Christine deny him. He knew where Christine stood, and the Viscount would pay. He moved out from behind the shadows of the statue and into the light, about to follow them, and made good distance before he found the rose.
It had been left on the snow. It was abandoned.
Abandoned like Erik.
"You repay me…deny me and betray me…"
He could understand, a strange part of him reasoned. He too, fell in love with her, with her singing, her demure manner, her loving nature, and her lovely face. Any man in his right mind would…
"He was bound to love you when he heard you sing…"
He slowly reached toward it, his arms shaking. "Christine…" he said again, it was almost a relief to say the words, like the anger was slipping away. She was like a strong drug that he could only dream of.
Erik was sick of dreaming. The mannequin was the last thing… he refused to dream anymore. Slowly, leaning his head down, he began to weep on to his outstretched arm.
He remembered the words that were spoken between Christine and the boy. He remembered the passion, the dreams they had spoken of, and how they wanted to be together forever. The drug that Christine had supplied him was wearing off. He tried to repress the memory, forever more, but it wasn't working. He remembered everything. Erik was shaking all over now.
"No, no!"
Subconsciously, he crushed the rose's soft petals in his hand, and let it fall to the ground. He threw the stem to the ground, he hated it. He was running over to the angel statue on the corner of the Opera Populaire- his opera. He refused to be alone any more. He had enough of writing polite letters. He had enough hypnotizing her just so he could touch her face. It was all over. He had given her his music, he had given her everything she said she wanted. It was time for her to give him her love, and he would settle for no less.
Erik looked down at them leaving the building- Christine was about to get into the carriage… the Viscount himself was driving it. He let out a wild growl and shouted:
"YOU WILL CURSE THE DAY YOU DID NOT DO ALL THAT THE PHANTOM ASKED OF YOU!"
He hurled a fireball out of his cane. The horses were scared and reared away. The Viscount jumped off of the carriage driver's seat and attempted to calm them. Christine looked up, scared for her life. He had half a mind to laugh.
"GO!" He said, daring them to defy him one more time.
He was ready.