Disclaimer: This story is not set strictly in the Star Trek universe. I am not a hardcore Trekkie and know little beyond the recent JJ Abrams films. This is based on the story 'Phantom of the Opera' by Gaston Leroux. And this WILL NOT have singing, like in the Webber musical.
"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies, but your loved ones." - Anonymous
Prologue
He loved her and now she had betrayed him.
She would not get away easily without comeuppance. How could she be so ungrateful to him?
He had given her everything he had in his possession. His home and his heart…
He had suffered from cruelty and indifference his whole life. She had been the one to shine light upon the darkness in his empty soul.
Ever since he first laid eyes upon her elegance, heard her beautiful voice and observed her graceful body twirl on the stage, he knew she was his purpose for being alive after such a long void of oblivion.
He had let her know of his intentions, but she failed to understand why he had gone to so many measures to ensure that she stayed close.
He had tutored her and aided in furthering her career, making sure she had the best treatment available. She was young and eager to learn more.
All he had desired in return was her love, her companionship. Her mere presence in his life. To be near her was a blessing in itself. The briefest of moments in which he held her in his arms were ones he cherished countless times in his memory as he continued to plan his vengeance.
Everyone involved in thwarting him would pay dearly, starting with her. He would take away her freedom; keep her imprisoned in his – their—home. She would be protected and adored by him, never wanting for anything.
Even if she had to be shackled with chains to the wall, then so be it.
She was a precious entity that belonged to him and he would never release her to the hazards of the merciless world that treated him as an abnormal monster.
He traced a fingertip along the soft fabric of the wedding dress, enjoying the mental image of his prey wearing it over her lovely figure. It was made be the perfect fit for his bride and nobody else. The dress had been placed to rest over a mannequin, waiting for the recipient it was intended for.
Everything was in preparation for his mission.
Soon, he would have her forever and nothing would stop him.
He was a conqueror and his prize would not escape his sights. She would soon be his, adorned in the bridal dress fashioned for her beauty and would comprehend that the world she knew would vanish once she joined him.
She would fear him no longer once she discovered how he would allow the rest of the world burn to ash if she only said the word. He would be prepared to do anything to have her acceptance. Just a small piece of her heart…
If she continued to hate him, his rage would build until he would disintegrate into madness. Accept him or loathe him, it mattered not.
Regardless of what she felt, he would have her as his wife. Let the remainder of the earth be damned…