Okay. This is my first shot at a POTO fic. It'll be mainly based on the movie, but with some Leroux elements. And I don't expect everyone to like this, as it is an O.C, but I don't know if it will actually have fluff yet. Depends on what you guys say. If it even slightly sparks your interest, please leave a review. It would make me so very happy!
Well, here we go…
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In the stagnant darkness he lay, clawing at the earth, racking sobs possessing his body. He could hear them, all of them, taking his Paradise.
Let them. The Angel was gone…
All the fierceness had left with her. The humanity, the last element of him that could be called Man, compressed in that white, soft hand that she'd given to another.
Temptress. Siren. Calling him to doom.
"Christine…"
Just speaking her name was enough to make him burn. If only she had scorned him, lashed at him with those hidden claws. If only he could hate her…
"Christine!"
He was a child, a wailing babe, cloaked in inky blackness, spiralling in his own sorrow. He forgot the cold ground beneath him, the icy sweat running down his head, his neck. Like that cool finger tracing it's way over his skin with a pitying sigh. Her touch, that last, lingering look. Was it for him, that song, as she gazed upon him so softly?
Shrinking away, melting into the tunnel with that fop!
"CHRISTINE!"
Let them find him. Nothing else mattered anymore…