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The needle sunk itself deep into the pale flesh of Erik's forearm. With firm prompting from his thumb, the syringe emptied its contents into his veins, and he let out a sigh through gritted teeth. The morphine numbed its way up his shoulder, tracing a path of constricting warmth toward his heart. Though it eased the tremors that shook his thin frame, it did little to soften the edges of the icy fury that had pooled in the pit of his stomach. He sat back stiffly in his armchair, impatient for the drug to take its full effect.
The toxic words he had heard from Apollo's Lyre drifted through his mind like stormclouds, saccharine in their sentiments and a biting reminder of his own unenviable isolation. Hearing the words "I love you" from Christine's lips had snapped something deep within him, and there was no going back to the veneer of life he had known previously. There were some things even the Opera Ghost could not rise above.
Between Buquet and the chandelier, the helplessness he felt had been repaid in death, the last bit of his world in which he could find control. He wanted to move, to scream into the night and bring about destruction and carnage, to feel godlike and bestial in response to his torturous inability to be enough of a good man to turn Christine's heart. He wanted to feel something other than sadness, and for now, his only route was the sexual bliss of death, and morphine.
The high still did not come, and anger bubbled inside him. With a snarl, he savagely reloaded the syringe with no small measure of the opiate and tightened the tourniquet on his arm, clenching his fist. His many collapsed veins stood out hideously against the white skin and sinewy biceps. With a vicious stab, the needle found one of the few healthy vessels left in his arm and expunged its seductive poison into his bloodstream.
He hoped it would be enough to slake the red haze of furious bloodlust that clouded his vision, and more than that, the aching in his chest
The morphine found his heart and the world went black.