A/N: Just a little blib that popped into my head while I was on the bus one day. Nothing special, really. Just shows my ever growing dislike of the 2004 movie and the new Blood Never Dries (aka LND).
Oh, and last week in Paris! Lookie lookie at my profile! It says I'm from France.
When Christine kissed him, it was all Erik could do but to cry. Even as his murderous hands held the rope tied around the young vicomte's neck, he cried as though he were a child.
How could he have done it, he wondered. How on earth could he have fallen so far, and all for the love of an underdeveloped character? At least she had her handsome charger to care for her if he abandoned her.
He felt Christine's hands caress his mangled cheek, and he only sobbed harder. Swinging around, he turned from her and stormed towards his lair, the rope falling from his numb fingers.
"Go, take her," he snapped to the boy. "Take her and forget me!"
He heard the water slosh and looked back to see Christine in her ruined dress rush over to untie her lover. Her ever-present expression of surprise or awe or deer-in-the-headlights look was pasted across her face. He was disgusted with himself for falling in love with a child – no, not a child. He couldn't quite explain it, but the girl had no mind of her own. If he could wager what was in her mind, it was little bits of cotton and empty air, thoughts of her father long dead, and the faint, echoing sound of music. No wonder Raoul had easily turned her to his plans to frame the Opera Ghost.
Eager for them to leave, he leaned over the railing and screamed: "Go now! Go now and leave me!"
Quick to obey, the climbed into the gondola and he sighed with relief. They were gone – gone forever, and he could now revert to his work as the Opera Ghost. Never again would he fall in love with a Mary Sue, no matter if her name were posed as "Christine" or otherwise.
"Perhaps I should have wished for a Gary Stu," he muttered to himself.
Deep within the caverns, he heard a sudden splash and a cry of dismay. Looking up curiously, he saw Raoul storming back to the lair with Christine trying to pull him in the other direction. The boy pushed her off of him impatiently, and she tumbled in the water and did not resurface.
At first, Erik thought that he was coming back to kill him, but one look at Raoul's hopeful, determined face, and he reconsidered.
Raoul marched to the befuddled Phantom and grabbed him by the lapels.
"You wanted me?" he asked breathlessly before he leaned in to –
Next moment, Raoul was crumpled at Erik's feet, his neck bent at an odd angle and the Webber spell broken. Erik rolled up his Punjab lasso, slowly shaking his death's head.
"Imbeciles," he said, stepping over the body. "Such a pity they ruined it all in the script. Perhaps this voids the new play, too."