I was listening to the Sweeney Todd album and the song epiphany reminded me of Erik somehow, and from my brain this was created, please R&R enjoy!
(One shot, before I continue writing be mine forever)
Erik the infamous Phantom of the opera was pacing around his lair angrily, tossing music sheets in the air and knocking over candelabras
"How dare he!" He roared
"How dare she..."
Erik pulled off his mask and looked in the mirror admiring his repulsive features,
"I had them!"
"I had him"
Erik recalled on how he could of simply jumped from the statue and broke the boys neck...the boy who proposed ever so poetically to his Christine, he promised her to take Her away from darkness and from him.
Erik pulled out a small silver blade from his pocket admiring it as it reflected the faint glow of the candles
"I'll use this next time I have him"
The opera ghost stopped and dropped his arm as he heard a clash behind him, he turned to see the small black silhouette of his only companion Ayesha who jumped upon his table.
He made his way closer to the black cat and lifted the blade once more
"So what do you think my girl?" He growled, seeming more like a beast than man
The cat simply lifted its paw licked it then let out a soft meow
"Yes...I thought so too" he then let out a demonic laugh, facing his cat once more
"I'll tell you why Ayesha...because, they all deserve to die!"
His eyes now seeming to Pierce through the darkness, full of madness.
"Oh they all deserve to die, all the scum of the earth roam up above, and I'll tell you my girl, they don't give a damn about those beneath them...not for long though soon they will all cower and scream before the almighty opera ghost!"
He screamed the last Words... Before his face, turned from immense joy to sorrow, he dropped. His arm To his side once again placing one gloved hand over his heart and whispering
"But...I'll never see my angel, no I'll never hear her sing again"
The thought of raoul came back into his head again, Erik was now a man possessed, he was crazy...mad, a lunatic, he pulled the blade back up and spun towards the table again
"FINISHED!"
He shouted, with a slight laugh, throwing the blade towards the table, the cat hissing and jumping away before the silver dared struck it...there the blade stuck, stuck center in a drawing of his dear christine.
I know it's short but oh, well please check out my newest story Be mine Forever!