What If?

by Bronze-and-Navy-is-Creating

What happens when Christine learns what a real monster is, and comes back only to find her angel of music is battling demons of his own. The demons of illness. Also, awesome friend made the cover art. Warning: This contains really dark and heavy concepts, viewer discretion is advised

1. Chapter 1

I wish I could say I owned something, but I don't. Enjoy.

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Chapter One, Silent House

"Erik?" Christine whispered into the dark house. Madam Giery had given her directions down to his lair. She had to see him. So much had happened… No one had answered so she ventured to the front door of Erik's little cottage, stumbling over old diversions he had used when the mob came, and knocked. There again was no dwellings of life. Then she heard a muffled scratching noise. A cat perhaps? Or… rats?

She turned the knob which was left open. Inside was dark, except for her small lanterns light. The furniture looked untouched since the night she had left, over a month ago. She traveled further to his room and walked in. There was as she knew, a great black coffin lying in the middle of the room. Her nerves seemed to quiver in the silence. What if he had died and she was about to pull back the lid and find…? What if he wasn't here?

She paused in the silence, and then walked over to open the coffin.

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