Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the opera characters, but they do
belong in my heart, just as much as I believe they did belong to their
original writer Gaston Leroux. And if you haven't read the original book
before reading this phanfic: SHAME ON YOU! Enjoy!
~ Chapter one ~
"Erik! I have turned the scorpion!" her voice expressed all the horror, fear, and desperation she felt. The cry was a pleading for mercy, a cry for Erik to stop the madness. What was his plan for her? For all of them? The torture-chamber was awfully quiet.
"Erik, now you must let Raoul go!"
"Well, Christine, you know now that you have consented to be my wife, through your own free will, through the very fact that you turned the scorpion. And now you are engaged to me. Surely you don't need two men engaged to you?" he said with a smirk.
Christine stepped closer to Erik and looked him straight in the eyes. Her blue teary eyes met his yellow.
"I refuse to have two murdered men as my wedding present! Let them go, Erik. If you love me, Erik, you will let them go. I've given you what you wanted, and now it's your turn to give me what I want. It's the only fair thing to do, and you know it!"
Erik hesitated for a minute, looked Christine deeply into the eyes, then he threw up his arms in a surrendering gesture.
"Fine! As you wish, my wife."
Christine exhaled out of relief, but didn't have time to go look in the little window to see if her love was still alive, for Erik had grabbed her by the wrist with his bony, ice-cold hand. They had left the house, and before she knew it, they were at the altar in Madeleine church.
They were now married. He had led her with a steady hand to Madeleine church, but once they were there, he didn't seam to know what to do. He just asked her again if she was agreeing to marry him, to become his living wife, and she had, trembling of fear had shook her head and said yes. After that he had turned away his hideous head. He hadn't even tried to kiss her.
She was so very thankful for that.
He had then played her the most beautiful wedding-mass she had ever heard, and it almost brought tears to her eyes, for it was so wrong. A wedding- mass was supposed to be merry and gay, and surely, this one was. Erik's voice was like silent thunder. But this wasn't a real wedding, so it all felt so wrong. Everything felt wrong. He was a murdering monster! And now they were married!? After the great performance he had taken her right back to the Opera House. He was such an extraordinary man.
He had said that now they were all free to leave, soon. That he should free the prisoners in the torture-chamber just to please her, that he would do anything to please her, since she now was his wife. He had opened the door to the torture-chamber and carried out the two men that had been trapped inside. The Persian and her Raoul.
Raoul had at first appeared drowned to her, but she soon realised that Erik knew medicine much better than she did, and that he were much more worried over the Persian. When Raoul had woken up again, she thanked God inside for letting him live. She had then sat down with one of Erik's many books in her lap, trying to think of anything else than the fact that Erik might still change his mind, and that he might still be the murderer of the Persian. Oh, he was a terrible man! But he seamed to know how to save people just as good as he seamed to know how to send them to their death. The Persian soon woke up also, but Christine didn't dare to speak to him, even though she knew he tried to communicate with her. She didn't want to risk anything. Erik's temper wasn't something to play around with, so she did everything Erik told her to do, without any questions. After a while the Persian slept heavily, and Erik then took him and carried him off. When he came back he said he had sent the "Daroga" to his flat on Rue de Rivoli, and that they didn't need to worry about him anymore. Christine just nodded in reply and hoped that was the right thing to do. She would do anything to keep Erik to his promise to let both her and Raoul go.
When Raoul after a short while started to wake up again, Erik dragged him, away. It was just temporarily, he said, so they could have some privacy before she left too.
So they could have a proper wedding-night.
Wedding-night? She hadn't even thought about that. She was almost certain though, that he wouldn't do anything to her. Erik had almost seamed too scared to look at her since they "got married". Whenever she had looked up from the book he had turned his head away. He was wearing his black mask again, so it wasn't because he was afraid to show her his face he turned away. It was almost as if he was ashamed over what he had done, but she wasn't sure.
When Erik had left with Raoul she was happy over being left alone for a while. She needed some time to think. She was so glad that Erik had let the Persian and Raoul out from the torture-chamber. She was so relieved that they were both alive. She was so glad that Erik seamed to have decided to finally let them go. Both her and Raoul. Now all she had to do was just to survive their "wedding-night". Erik scared her so, and yet, he had sounded so sincere when he said he was not really wicked. But then he got so angry, and his temper really scared her more than anything. He had almost killed Raoul and the Persian. Would he really do anything for her? He would let her go out of love, just to please her, or so he said. But then again: was he to be trusted? Where was Raoul now? Where was the Persian now? He might have killed them outside the house for all she knew! But no. She had to believe in his word. Why should he have had such a hard time bringing them both back to life, if he was just going to try to kill them again? It didn't make any sense, so she decided that Erik must have been honest when he said he should let them go. What would happen then? With her? With Erik? With all of them?
~ Chapter one ~
"Erik! I have turned the scorpion!" her voice expressed all the horror, fear, and desperation she felt. The cry was a pleading for mercy, a cry for Erik to stop the madness. What was his plan for her? For all of them? The torture-chamber was awfully quiet.
"Erik, now you must let Raoul go!"
"Well, Christine, you know now that you have consented to be my wife, through your own free will, through the very fact that you turned the scorpion. And now you are engaged to me. Surely you don't need two men engaged to you?" he said with a smirk.
Christine stepped closer to Erik and looked him straight in the eyes. Her blue teary eyes met his yellow.
"I refuse to have two murdered men as my wedding present! Let them go, Erik. If you love me, Erik, you will let them go. I've given you what you wanted, and now it's your turn to give me what I want. It's the only fair thing to do, and you know it!"
Erik hesitated for a minute, looked Christine deeply into the eyes, then he threw up his arms in a surrendering gesture.
"Fine! As you wish, my wife."
Christine exhaled out of relief, but didn't have time to go look in the little window to see if her love was still alive, for Erik had grabbed her by the wrist with his bony, ice-cold hand. They had left the house, and before she knew it, they were at the altar in Madeleine church.
They were now married. He had led her with a steady hand to Madeleine church, but once they were there, he didn't seam to know what to do. He just asked her again if she was agreeing to marry him, to become his living wife, and she had, trembling of fear had shook her head and said yes. After that he had turned away his hideous head. He hadn't even tried to kiss her.
She was so very thankful for that.
He had then played her the most beautiful wedding-mass she had ever heard, and it almost brought tears to her eyes, for it was so wrong. A wedding- mass was supposed to be merry and gay, and surely, this one was. Erik's voice was like silent thunder. But this wasn't a real wedding, so it all felt so wrong. Everything felt wrong. He was a murdering monster! And now they were married!? After the great performance he had taken her right back to the Opera House. He was such an extraordinary man.
He had said that now they were all free to leave, soon. That he should free the prisoners in the torture-chamber just to please her, that he would do anything to please her, since she now was his wife. He had opened the door to the torture-chamber and carried out the two men that had been trapped inside. The Persian and her Raoul.
Raoul had at first appeared drowned to her, but she soon realised that Erik knew medicine much better than she did, and that he were much more worried over the Persian. When Raoul had woken up again, she thanked God inside for letting him live. She had then sat down with one of Erik's many books in her lap, trying to think of anything else than the fact that Erik might still change his mind, and that he might still be the murderer of the Persian. Oh, he was a terrible man! But he seamed to know how to save people just as good as he seamed to know how to send them to their death. The Persian soon woke up also, but Christine didn't dare to speak to him, even though she knew he tried to communicate with her. She didn't want to risk anything. Erik's temper wasn't something to play around with, so she did everything Erik told her to do, without any questions. After a while the Persian slept heavily, and Erik then took him and carried him off. When he came back he said he had sent the "Daroga" to his flat on Rue de Rivoli, and that they didn't need to worry about him anymore. Christine just nodded in reply and hoped that was the right thing to do. She would do anything to keep Erik to his promise to let both her and Raoul go.
When Raoul after a short while started to wake up again, Erik dragged him, away. It was just temporarily, he said, so they could have some privacy before she left too.
So they could have a proper wedding-night.
Wedding-night? She hadn't even thought about that. She was almost certain though, that he wouldn't do anything to her. Erik had almost seamed too scared to look at her since they "got married". Whenever she had looked up from the book he had turned his head away. He was wearing his black mask again, so it wasn't because he was afraid to show her his face he turned away. It was almost as if he was ashamed over what he had done, but she wasn't sure.
When Erik had left with Raoul she was happy over being left alone for a while. She needed some time to think. She was so glad that Erik had let the Persian and Raoul out from the torture-chamber. She was so relieved that they were both alive. She was so glad that Erik seamed to have decided to finally let them go. Both her and Raoul. Now all she had to do was just to survive their "wedding-night". Erik scared her so, and yet, he had sounded so sincere when he said he was not really wicked. But then he got so angry, and his temper really scared her more than anything. He had almost killed Raoul and the Persian. Would he really do anything for her? He would let her go out of love, just to please her, or so he said. But then again: was he to be trusted? Where was Raoul now? Where was the Persian now? He might have killed them outside the house for all she knew! But no. She had to believe in his word. Why should he have had such a hard time bringing them both back to life, if he was just going to try to kill them again? It didn't make any sense, so she decided that Erik must have been honest when he said he should let them go. What would happen then? With her? With Erik? With all of them?