First course of business: disclaimer
First course of business: disclaimer
None of this is real, all fabrications on my part. I own nothing. Phantom belongs to Leroux and ALW. Darn I never have any luck. This story it is just pure fiction and fun. Please read and review. Remember this is after all, my first story.
Important announcement: I beg you indulgence. I have changed the names around for Erik/Peter. He will be known as Erik in the story with references only to his acting name Peter once in a great while. I was finding it hard to maintain the switch as I wanted it to be. I do ask for your forgiveness. I wanted to help make it clear before we proceeded too far into this story. First time writer's nerves I guess.
E/C (Kristine) I changed spelling. I should add this is an A/U story.
Rating: M- there will be some violence and forced sexual relations later in the chapters, be warned.
I have worked on this for two years. It was written for a friend of mine, Kristi. Another friend is editing this for me, Hope. Without her help, I wouldn't have gotten this far. She has been teaching me what was lacking in my HS education, when it came to English. We won't talk how long ago that was. If in the course of our editing, we missed anything, PM me about the mistakes.
Summary: This story takes place in modern day Telluride, Colorado. We find Erik Destler the musician aka Peter Malcolm the actor, as he prepares to start work on a film. Raoul de Chagny shows us a wild side to this rich, spoiled, arrogant, twisted person. Kristine Daae sets out to apply for a job in her hometown, after she has graduated from college. Early in Erik's stay their paths cross. Drawn to one another the couple starts a romance. From the shadows, someone observes. Others that join in the fun are Kristine's best friend Meg Giry and Erik's boss and friend Nadir Khan. Into the mix with Meg is her mother Marie who adds a little spice. Join them on a journey where romance, love, heat, tension, angst, and action take place. I switched the story around to make it interesting. You will see as you read it.
If you don't like Raoul portrayed this way, maybe you shouldn't read. He just evolved that way. But, if someone does flame me, we will just barbecue. How do you like your hamburgers cooked? Everyone has a right to their opinion, I respect yours, please respect mine.
Now, be my guest, read and review.
Chapter 1 Erik Destler/musician aka Peter Malcolm/actor
A day before his flight to Telluride, Colorado, and Erik was restless. He had begun to pack. He was bored. He felt like a caged animal that needed out to prowl. The need to hunt was calling him, this dark primal need deep inside. Calling his friend James, he suggested they hit the clubs.
He dressed in his signature color black -- trousers and shirt, and of course a leather jacket. James was waiting for him in the lobby of his LA apartment building. James was a buddy that he liked to take hunting, and Erik was good at this sport.
One great thing about LA, the women came in every imaginable shape, and size.
Most of them appeared to be right here in 'Spencer's'. Fun was looking for someone, anyone and the 'Game' was the pursuit of nightly satisfaction.
James watched his friend order drinks. Erik carried a kind of confidence that oozed out of him. His body was honed and chiseled to perfection. Women were drawn to him. His innate charm could entice any woman to his bed without giving it a second thought. Or, could it be the flesh colored mask on the right side of his face? It did emit a certain mystery by itself. Mix and you had one unique male, unlike any other in LA. Erik was a walking invitation no woman could turn down.
A blonde walked over and stood between the men and leaned back against the bar. Her best assets were on display. It was a tantalizing sight and James watched as Erik was pulled in.
He asked her what she would like to drink. She replied very breathlessly, "A Cosmopolitan would be nice, thank you. My name is Vesta. What is yours?" she brought her hand up to Peter's for a soft delicate handshake.
He replied leaning into her ear, "My name is...Peter." Yes, tonight I'm Peter, just one more time as I enjoy my last fling before work starts, he thought.
He took it in his hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. She giggled and her breast jiggled. He liked that.
James just shook his head. Someone walked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
She was tall, dark and exotic. She motioned to the bartender, and asked for a rum and coke. I'm called Monique. What are you doing once you leave here tonight? Care to come to my apartment?" She wasted no time, that was for sure, thought James.
The conversation with Peter was about the same, but the other way around.
"Care to take this up to my place? I have plenty of Cosmopolitan mix there," he said wetting his lips. She leaned over, placed a kiss on them, and whispered, "Sure lead the way."
He nodded to James and left with Vesta on his arm. Monique looked at James with an inquiring stare. James put his arm around Monique following Peter and Vesta out the door. When they reached the car, there were Erik and Vesta in the back seat, already locking lips frantically.
The make out session was heating up as James started the car. He wondered if the private party would be over before they made it back to Peter's place. Peter was insatiable but James suspected none of the conquests meant anything to the man.
It has been a long time since Peter had taken a woman back to his place. He was desperate for action and tired of looking for the one woman that would take his breath away. She would never come and he would have to learn to get what he could when he could.
Just then, the car slowed in front of Peter's apartment. Untangling from one another as they exited the car, he slapped James' back saying, "Thanks, later man." and pulled Vesta into his arms. She squealed when he brushed his hands over her exposed breasts.
"Let's take this to another level. Are you with me, darlin'?" Peter kissed Vesta's lips and sucked on her bottom one, as they entered the elevator.
He pressed the button for his floor, then put his hand down the back of Vesta's pants and massaged her rear. She moaned and pressed herself into him.
The bell sounded when the doors opened to his floor. Leaving his hand where it was, he took his other one and reached in his pocket for his keys. With a flick of his wrist, he threw his keys up, caught the right key, and inserted it into the lock. Vesta laughed with this flair of showmanship.
"I am at your service." He said with a grin before kicking the door shut and ravaging her again against the frame.
Taking his free hand, he unbuttoned her vest top. Her breasts spilled out into his free hand. He took one and began to fondle it as his other hand kept playing with her rear. His fingers pushed and played on both ends, just as if he were playing a musical instrument.
Peter bent down to capture a perky mound in his mouth. Forcing her tighter up against the wall, he brought his hand out of her pants, fumbled for the button on the front of her jeans, and slipped his hand down to a very wet and sweet honey pot.
Vesta was beside herself with his expert care in getting her ready for more games. Moaning more as her hips met his hand, he pushed deeper getting a heightened response. She gasped and felt a wondrous orgasm play out as he touched and manipulated her G-spot.
Spent and breathless, she began to unbutton his black shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Reaching further down she unzipped his trousers and pushed them off to find a fabulous sight before her.
Pulsing forth it fascinated her. Dropping to her knees, she reached out to touch it. Peter drew in a deep breath. Encasing it with her hand, she began to pump it. He was losing his mind trying to hold on, he wanted to be inside of her, to feel her warmth, and her inner walls gripping him. He craved it.
Before he could stop her, she let her mouth take over where her hand left off. He was really losing it now. He grasped her head to keep steady against the wall and to give her leverage. She took him deeper inside her mouth. He couldn't take it anymore, he let go with a raging sound that filled the room. She suckled and took in what he put forth. Spent and weak in the legs he slid to the floor beside her.
She became intrigued with the mask he wore. She had seen it when they first met, but didn't have time to mention it. Touching it she felt his hand grip tight around her wrist; she probably would have bruises form. She rubbed it with the other hand.
"No, don't touch it." He growled.
"What do you hide under it?" She asked.
"Nothing you would want to see, believe me!" He hissed. His outburst startled her, causing her to jump back.
Getting his strength back in his legs, he stood and pulled his pants up, but didn't fasten them and walked into the other room. He strolled over to the bar poured a drink of bourbon straight and swallowed it.
Why, he said to himself, can't they just leave it alone and not bother asking about it or seeing what is behind my mask. Can't they look beyond my face?
Hearing a sound behind him, Peter turned to see her standing there, shaking.
His outburst had surprised and frightened her. She didn't know what to do. She wanted out and no part of this man's temper. She had seen enough in her life to know when to cut her loses and go. Now was the time. She buttoned her vest fixed her pants and ran out of the apartment.
The door slammed. Peter closed his eyes shaking in anger over women and their need to know everything. They could never seem to leave things alone.
His mind began screaming at him, This 'Game' has to stop. I can't live this dual personality anymore. I'm only the actor, Peter Malcolm, but the man I should be is, Erik Destler. It has to stop now. No more pretending, only on screen, only for the audience. I hate how empty I have become.
He sank into the thick leather chair off to the side of the bar. He hung his head in his hands and cried for what he didn't have, love. One-night stands were not the way to find it. He wouldn't do it anymore. He'd had enough. Erik was tired of looking for Ms. Goodbar so to speak, a pun if you like, but he was tired of all the chasing. It ended tonight!
He wanted to work harder than ever on the next movie. He wanted to be so tired he wouldn't be able to get out of bed, let alone go to bars and pick up a warm, soft and voluptuous body that would follow him back to his hotel room.
Work was a four-letter word to most, but he loved it and knew it would be his salvation.
Rising, he went into the shower to wash the disgust of the evening off his body. He could still feel her stare. He could still hear her asking about the mask. And he knew he had made the right decision to not remove it. After he finished his shower he wrapped himself in a yellow towel.
When he was dry, he went to bed, making sure his alarm was set for the morning.
He was tired and all he wanted was sleep. At least he was sated. Sleep would come more easily.
Morning came even faster and James was there to pick him up for the ride to the airport.
"How was your evening?" James asked.
"The same as always, but I did get something for my efforts before she ran. So I guess it was not a total waste. How was yours?" Erik tried to make light of things, but James knew.
"It was an interesting evening at best. We did many things before she left. It will hold me for a long while. I can assure you of that." He let Erik know he was tired of this, without making the full statement.
"I read you loud and clear, so am I. Let's get me to the airport, okay!" Erik sighed.
Erik wasn't going to leave a trail of sexually spent women's bodies around Telluride that was for sure. No matter how bad he needed one. Self-satisfaction was better than what he had been doing up to now.
James knew that was the end of this conversation and they drove the rest of the way in silence.
Dropping Erik off at the terminal entrance, he bid him goodbye. He knew he would not hear from Erik again until his driving services were needed. Being a personnel driver had its advantages, but more than that, he valued Erik's friendship. Erik was a loner. He didn't seem to need people. James was honored that Erik considered him a friend.
"See you in 5 months then." James called as he pulled away and pushed the button that rolled up the passenger window.
The flight to Telluride was a nuisance at best. Erik was coming to town to check out the location and get a fix on the character he was to play. At one time using, his professional name instead of his real name would have been important to him. He believed that by having the two worlds separate, he could escape from the hassles of the actor's world and slip into the privacy of the musician's world. He wanted to leave the stress and worry behind. Privacy was the hardest thing to achieve when working in the film industry, especially in Hollywood.
Peter Malcolm was the actor; Erik Destler was the unseen musician and let's be honest, he thought a safe identity in which to hide.
Sleep was not going to be easy tonight. Instead his mind drifted back to the time when he was a child and his parent's gave him his first choice in life. It was when he had to meet a surgeon about his face. His face, he laughed. There was nothing funny about his face. Instead, it was sad to think about it really. His mind slipped back into that distant world he remembered when he was a child.
He never thought much about it growing up. His parents gave him unconditional love. They never seemed to notice his deformity.
As he got older, they took the time to talk about why strangers were looking at him. He would get a pitiful stare or a fake smile of kindness. He never understood until his parents explained that his face bothered people. Being born this way was not his fault, it just happened in life.
Their town was small and most people had known him since birth. They treated him no differently than other children. However, strangers were rude and stared.
The day arrived to see a surgeon about his face. His parents were anxious -- not only about what the doctor would say, but also about how their son would take the news. His parent's wanted him to be the one to make the final decision. After all, he would be the one having his face cut and stitched together again, and enduring the years of surgeries.
After the doctor's visit, he and his parents' left for home. He asked more questions. They listened and did their best to answer them. When they didn't have the answers, they promised to find someone who did. They never lied to him.
When the wheels gripped the tarmac His mind shook off those thoughts and brought him back to the present. The plane door opened and passengers began unloading. Gathering his messenger pouch, he left the plane.
After Erik picked up his luggage from the baggage rotating tram, he loaded it into his rental vehicle, and was off to find his hotel. Settling in his room, he wanted to lounge around the rest of the day, forgetting everything else. He wanted tomorrow to be the best day of his life and to be ready for whatever was in store.
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