Lost and Found
Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera. I wish I did, but I don't. This is just me being very creative and being very bored in Biology. It really doesn't go anywhere for the first little bit but please bear with me and read it all the way through. Please Read and Review, as this is my first slash fic and first lengthy story. I love hearing from you peoples. Well on to the slash.
Warning: There are some parts in this that may disturb some people with weak stomachs. It talks about blood and smelly dead bodies you have been warned.
"You try my patience! Make your choice!"
Christine POV
I was really hoping that I would not have to make this decision or rather tell them the truth about where my love really lies. I looked toward Raoul, who was still tied to the gate with Erik holding the rope. I could see in Erik's eyes that he really didn't want to kill Raoul. I saw the sorrow in his eyes and the pain I saw nearly made me rethink my decision. But I knew that they would learn to love again and they would no longer be enemies. A sudden movement in the shadows caught my eye and I knew there was a third person listening in on my decision.
I looked down at the water around my feet and contemplated what to say. I glanced up and noticed Erik and Raoul had both broke into a sweat. I finally decided what to say. I turned so I could face both of them, well technically all three of them. Well anyway I turned to face the men in front of me and said, "This isn't fair to either one of you. Erik was about to say something when I held up my hand and said, "Let me finish, I know that I have been bringing both of you deeper into this mess that I have created. But now I am letting you both out as I finally untangled this mess." I turned my attention to Raoul; he looked so handsome even in the face of death. I suddenly realized that he was still tied up to the gate. I turned to Erik and said, "Erik, as a request from me, please untie Raoul so I can talk to both of you on level ground. Or Water. I saw the fear in his eyes and also the questioning. I knew my eyes were pleading because his eyes softened and he untied Raoul.
Raoul was on his feet and started to walk toward me when I stopped him. I took a deep breath and thought, 'This is it…this is the end. I can't stall anymore. I have to tell them.' Gasp! I turned to Erik and slowly walked up to him. I brought my arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. I broke the kiss and then, with more confidence, I kissed him again, this time deeply and passionately. When the kiss broke, Erik was breathing hard, well so was I, then I turned to Raoul, much to Erik's surprise, I kissed him just as deeply and passionately. When the kiss broke I stepped back and faced both again.
I looked at them for a minute and then I said, "I am sorry that it had to be like this but I love both of you. Raoul I love you like a brother, and Erik I love you as my mentor. I can only say that I never meant to hurt either of you, but I can't marry either of you." After saying this I took the ring that was around my neck and gave it to Raoul. "Keep this," I said, "as a memory of how much I loved you and still do." I turned toward Erik and took off his ring but he shook his head and said, 'All I want is one last kiss and an answer." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Who owns your heart?" He asked solemnly. I heard the pain in his voice and knew it was time.
"I am sorry that I can't marry either one of you. You are both very honest, kind gentlemen. But as I said, my heart lies with someone else." I stared past them into the shadows which I had seen moving earlier, now I saw them move once again. Erik and Raoul's gazes followed mine. Suddenly the gate opened and my one, true love stepped from the shadows.
I couldn't help myself, I ran toward Meg and she ran toward me, well actually we waded but still. I saw she was still in her costume from Don Juan and I thought to myself, 'Oh God! She looks like walking sex in those pants." I was slightly panting and could feel myself getting wet from the thought of her. 'They show off her curves very well, oh I am so hot for her that I want her right here. But Erik and Raoul are here as well as the mob coming toward us.'
We embraced in the middle of the lake and she held me close and said, "I heard everything and I love you too Christine, so very much." She let her grip loosen and I saw that she had been, and still was, crying. I silently licked away her tears and kissed her passionately. I kissed her with more passion that I had kissed both Raoul and Erik combined. Her hands were all over my body and then she grabbed my arse making me groan while lifting her leg between mine so she could grind me against her. At the sensation I threw my head back, effectively breaking the kiss, and gasped.
Meg attacked my neck furiously making me moan and pant while I ground myself against her. She made her way back to my mouth and claimed it for another fierce kiss, picking me up in her arms sweeping me off my feet. We heard a strangled gasp and small whine and looked up, finally remembering Erik and Raoul, who were both in quite the state of arousal. I giggled about their predicament and also the shock on their faces.
I finally said after catching my breath, "Now you see where my love lies. I wish things could be different for both of you. I sincerely hope that you do not hate me and you can learn to not hate each other, maybe even love each other." That did it, for the first time in all my years of knowing him, I saw Erik blush. It was faint, but a blush no doubt. Then my love turned to them and asked, "Is there a way out of here that we can use that doesn't lead back to the opera house and doesn't lead us to the mob?"
End POV
'The mob' Erik thought. He had been so shocked by Christine and Meg's display that he had completely forgotten about the mob that would be coming this way. Erik cursed under his breath, and hearing this Raoul came out of his dazed state. 'He looks so cute when he is dazed,' Erik thought, 'wait… where the hell did that come from? No I will not allow myself to think like that, but how did Christine know that I…Shit I blushed too. Why did she have to say that? I can only hope that she didn't see me blush.' Erik walked ashore and went to one of the curtains along the wall. He pulled the curtain aside uncovering a full length mirror. He found the latch on the mirror to open it. Meg went through first still carrying Christine, and then Raoul and Erik followed closing the curtain and mirror behind him.
Lighting a lantern, Erik lead Meg with Christine and Raoul down the winding passageway. Raoul stopped suddenly and drew his sword and started to make small shallow cuts all over himself before turning to Erik and saying, "Give me your arm." Erik looked at him quizzically but realized what Raoul was doing and held out his arm. Raoul made a shallow cut with his sword and let the blood run down the blade. Then Raoul turned around and ran back down the passageway toward the opera house.
Erik continued to lead Meg and Christine to the end of the passageway, and opened the hidden door to let them out a few blocks away from the opera house. Meg put Christine down and gave Erik a hard hug in thanks. Christine came up and kissed Erik again with such passion that he didn't want it to end. After the kiss broke Erik asked her, "How did you know?" she smiled and hugged him saying, "It was your eyes Erik, and with eyes like yours you are a hopeless liar to people who know you." Erik blushed harder than before, Christine noticed and said, "Don't worry Erik, I won't tell Raoul!" Erik glared at her and Meg started to giggle. Shortly after both Christine and Meg stopped giggling they exited the passageway.
Erik went back down the passageway to wait for Raoul. As he watched Raoul walking back down the passageway Erik noticed that Raoul stumbled slightly, but even still he looked like a god. Suddenly Erik got a feeling that Raoul was being followed and reached into his vest for his Punjab lasso. Before he could indicate anything to Raoul, a man appeared behind Raoul and aimed a gun straight at him and pulled the trigger.
Everything seemed to be going in slow motion for Erik as he watched Raoul drop helplessly to the ground. Before he knew it Erik had pulled his Punjab lasso out completely and wrapped it around the man's neck and pulled. Within a few seconds there was a sickening crack and the man was dead. Erik went and picked up the lantern that Raoul had dropped and went over to the man he had just killed. His face didn't look familiar but Erik noticed that the man was wearing a police uniform.
"Shit!" he swore under his breath, even though there was no one who could hear him. People would most likely come back looking for this man; he looked to be in a position of authority. 'As soon as I get Raoul to safety and checked over, I will come back and dispose of the body,' Erik thought as he went over to Raoul and picked him up. 'I will put in one of my traps, it wouldn't be unusual for someone to 'accidentally' step on one and fall to their death.' Erik smiled at his thoughts.
Erik then remembered that Raoul was there on the ground and had been shot. 'Oh My God!' he thought, 'How could I forget about him?' He turned to the injured Raoul and saw that he was barely conscious. He quickly looked for where Raoul had been shot and was relieved to find that he was shot in the shoulder, though he may not be able to use his arm for a while he won't die.
Erik realized that he was still holding his lasso so he quickly put it away and picked up Raoul, who was now unconscious. He carried him quickly down the tunnel and into a hidden room that Erik had set up for an emergency, just like this. He carefully laid Raoul on the bed and turned his attention to Raoul's shoulder and arm. His arm had not stopped bleeding from where he had cut himself with the sword.
Erik quickly tore off Raoul's shirt, but couldn't help notice his strong arm muscles and his hard chest and flat stomach. Mentally Erik compared his body to Raoul's and was impressed that he was able to keep in shape as the Vicomte, as well as the sponsor of the Opera house. Erik pulled his mind back to what he was doing and began to examine the shoulder. While examining he noticed that the bullet had not gone all the way through his shoulder, but it wasn't going to come out the same direction it went in, he would have to dig it out from the front.
Before he started digging the bullet out he bandaged Raoul's forearm to stop the bleeding and keep it clean. With that done, Erik quickly wrapped the shoulder and made him comfortable. 'He really does look like an angel,' Erik thought as he stood. He had to go get his medical supplies from this home so he could actually do something to help Raoul. He quickly left the small room and made his way back to his home. On his way there he encountered the officer he had killed. It hadn't even been an hour yet and the body was already starting to smell.
Erik dragged the man to the nearest trap, which was actually rather close considering that it was just down a different passageway, and dumped the body in. Hearing the satisfying splash and clicking of the mechanism to drown anyone he went back to his home to grab his much needed supplies. He was able to dodge the people from the mob that was still looking around in hopes to find something that would point to where he went. He fought the urge to scare everyone out but he knew that he had to lay low if he didn't want to be trapped here.
He slipped into his room and was surprised that they hadn't totally trashed his home yet, he grabbed the box of medical supplies that he always had on hand thanks to his travels with his friend Nadir, and he smiled at the thought of his Arabic friend but knew that now was not the time to reminisce on his travels. He quickly left without being seen and went back to the small safe room where Raoul was.
He came in and sat down next to Raoul and pulled out the morphine he had and gave Raoul a shot. He waited a little bit for it to set in, but even with the morphine it would hurt like hell. It was a good thing that Raoul was still unconscious because Erik really didn't want to hurt him. 'I wish I had something more for the pain,' he thought.
As he sat there he recalled the day's events and smiled slightly. He realized that not even 3 hours ago he had considered Raoul his sworn enemy, and now he was sitting in a room with him not even seven feet in length, and had figured that his love for Christine had been an infatuation. He figured that he had been jealous that Christine had Raoul instead of him, and that he had never hated Raoul. He thought back to when Raoul first came to the Opera Populaire, and he had been an enigma to Erik. So he followed him whenever he was there and found himself impressed with the Vicomte.
Raoul had an air of authority, and a regalness about him that couldn't be ignored. Then Raoul had started seeing Christine and that was where things became confusing. Erick shrugged at this thought and thought back to a night several months ago where he thought he had been looking for Christine, but really he had been looking for Raoul. He had found Christine and Meg in a most compromising position. The thought of that night and the cries that came from both women made him slightly hard, so he quickly shook away that thought and focused back on the present time and Raoul.
Erik looked down at Raoul and noticed a slight glow about the man in the candle light. He caught himself staring and turned to his medical box and pulled out a needle, some matches, his knife and some thread. He threaded the needle and laid it aside and picked up the knife and matches and sterilized the knife and then the needle before setting the matches aside. Erik unwrapped the bandages slowly. When they were off he felt for the bullet. As soon as he felt it he cut in with the knife and dug the bullet out, thinking that if Raoul had been conscious he would have been screaming in pain. He quickly stitched the wound closed on both sides and then rewrapped the shoulder.
After sterilizing the needle again he carefully unwrapped the forearm and quickly stitched that up too. He finally wrapped the forearm again and carefully laid Raoul down to rest comfortably. (I know that you should keep pressure on a bleeding wound until it stops bleeding and not remove the bandages but oh well, I am trying to be technical but it just doesn't work with the timeline and plot. Ok back to the story.) Erik noticed even in the dim lighting that Raoul was still really pale though not as pale as before. He sat beside Raoul and studied him for a while, noting his high cheekbones, aristocratic nose, and square jaw though these were softened by some baby fat making him look slightly boyish. 'He looks younger when he sleeps,' Erik thought as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from Raoul's face.
Erik lay back against the wall on the other side of the room and contemplated things. Soon he was lost in thought thinking about Raoul and everything he had learned about him. Erik thought that Raoul looked like a man who never had a real childhood and had too many responsibilities from a young age.
Erik felt that they could relate to that because the same thing happened to him thirty years ago, he had been around seven or eight years old when he killed for the first time. When Antoinette found him she had brought him to the opera house for safety. He made his home in one of the flooded cellars that no one used. He built his home and traps until he was eighteen and then started to travel.
Erik smiled as he thought of his travels and the people he had met, mainly Nadir, he thought about his life so far and sighed. He thought back to Raoul and remembered that he had heard from Antoinette that Raoul's parents had both died when he was very young and he had only had his older brother. That explained the youngness he was seeing now. Erik lost himself in his thoughts again and slowly drifted to sleep.
Muah ha ha ha ha that was a chapter with a really weird twist, don't you think? That put Christine in quite the predicament. Well I didn't want to have this story be a hate Christine story or a hate/love Raoul, so I decided that having her love Meg would be a good out. I know that some of the history isn't quite right but I couldn't find the year that this was based. Bah. If anyone could help with that I would appreciate it. Its going to bug me for a while. Oh well. Well R&R PLEASE! I love your reviews they make me all warm and fuzzy inside, and they make my stories that much better. Please forgive me for any spelling or grammar errors you find I don't have a betta. Also I have lost my muse for a while so I am rewriting my stories in progress to hopefully help gain another muse! So please tell me what you think.