You Deceived Me
Hello! Been a while. Sorry this isn't so great- Speechless sort of drained my inspiration. It's a bit AU in ways other than the obvious, for example, the Persian did not speak aloud of his theory.
Anyway, sorry I went so long without writing, and that this story is short.
On with the Story!
"The scorpion or the grasshopper, my dear Christine." Breathed Erik, stepping back from his beloved and retracting his grotesque hands to rest at his sides. It was all up to Christine now. Erik knew in his heart that he could not make the young Swedish soprano do what he wanted her to. Erik could tell from her face that she was thinking of the scorpion, but her eyes settled on the grasshopper. If only he could know what she was thinking.
In her head, Christine heard the echo of what the Persian had said to Raoul. That maybe the scorpion was what would blow the Opera House to the sky. She had no inkling of trust to the Phantom, but would he really kill her? Didn't he love her?
But he said you could die at eleven o' clock tomorrow. Whispered a soft voice from the back of her head. Christine tried to ignore it, but half of her wanted to believe it. She was torn.
She was aware that the Persian was much more trustworthy, but she hadn't known him long and he had said it to be a theory. There really wasn't any evidence to it. But as much as she'd like to think that she knew what Erik could do, Christine had no idea what the Phantom was capable of.
Taking the deepest breath of her life, Christine delicately stepped forward, her eyes on the object she was inching towards. It was leap of faith, but she had to trust that he had said the truth. Closing her eyes, Christine gently ran her long fingers against the mantle, searching for the carving she had chosen.
Near her, Erik closed his eyes as well, guessing what she was about to do. His breath caught in his throat in anticipation. Inside the torture chamber, the Persian and the Vicomte de Changy kept yelling, trying to get the soprano to speak to them, and let them know that she was okay, but Christine didn't reply. Her tongue seemed to glued to the bottom of her mouth and she could not reply.
"Christine, my Christine...no..." finally Raoul fell silent, his heartache practically audible. He could tell what she was about to do. The Persian too stopped talking, sensing that his words were going to waste on her.
Christine reached her object of attention, fingers sliding over the smooth surface, and twisted it gently before turning to Erik.
"I have turned the scorpion." She whispered. "You said that everyone would live if I did. "
Erik gave her a maniacal grin, walking closer to his Angel. "No, I said that you would be my wife."
The ground rumbled under them, and Christine shook in fear.
"You promised!" She cried.
"We will be together in death, my love." Erik breathed, holding her and preventing her from struggling.
A single tear slipped off her cheek.
"You deceived me. I gave my mind blindly."
And under the earth gave way, sending them into an endless abyss of death.
