Disclaimer: I have asked Erik time and time again, but he will not concur to being mine. So alas, Phantom of the Opera does not belong to me.
Mactabilis Venia
His grace.
His charm.
Even his god darned eyes.
Every single element draws me to him.
Irresistible.
Seductive.
Horrible.
Part of me has always wondered whether or not he is human.
For no human has ever possessed such…appeal.
Such elegance.
As far as I know, no human has ever boasted a voice like his.
And as far as I know, no human has ever had such a horror for a face.
They say he is the Devil's Spawn.
Yet his voice echoes like the Angels in Heaven.
They say his genius was brought from Satan.
Yet his master pieces can put the Pearl Gates to shame.
Ah, they talk of him.
But do they know him?
Do I know him?
No.
I will not pretend to say I know more than the barest surface knowledge about him.
But I cannot lie and say I have no interest.
For this man is an enigma.
A terrible, horrifying mystery, but a mystery nonetheless.
And he's a mystery I'm determined to solve.
For none I have seen in my life can hold such deadly grace.
A/N: A very short one-shot. Told from Nadir's POV. I've had this in my head for a while now, but I only just got it out.
Title means 'Deadly Grace'.
I'm also going to use this as an appology for not updating my otehr story, What If. I have been suffering a huge writer's block, and I've had almost no inspiration until two days ago. And on top of that, school work has beefast catching up to me, so I've had no time either. So yes, I a currently half way through writing the next chapter, so please be patient, and I will try and get it up very very soon!
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this! Please R&R, it would mean a lot to me!!