Okay, people. My new phanfic. Ta da! does daft twiddly bow thing Um, yeah. So. It's entitled…. Um, I'm not sure. I suppose it is called, NAME TO BE INSERTED. Tell you what, anyone with any suggestion as to what I should call it, post them on this thread. Please. I need a name for this fic!
A few hours after the disaster and Christine leaving….
Even in his lair, Erik could hear the screams of people above him in the opera house.
'How many have died?' he wondered to himself. Not that he cared. It really wasn't an issue. The only thing on his mind was his angel, his Christine.
How could she choose the fop over him? Erik banged down on the organ, and a foul noise emitted from it. The screams could still be heard. He sighed. The opening night of his opera had certainly not gone to plan. Well, it wasn't his fault….
Christine.
After all he'd done for her. Why? Why?
"WHY?"
Erik had not realised that the word had escaped himself. Again, he brought his fist down on the organ. He allowed himself to collapse and sob uncontrollably. Erik was never a man to cry-he considered it to be something that only the weak did. Yet he continued to weep, the tears running down his cheeks.
He sat up for a moment and touched his lips with two fingers.
The kiss.
The memory of it replayed over and over in his mind. His angel. It was the one time she had showed him any true sign of love.
And she had faked it. She chose the Vicomte.
The kiss had triggered such an explosion of passion for Erik, but it obviously meant nothing to her. She left. She only did it to save her one and only, her fop. There was no chance of her returning.
He was alone. Once again, Erik was alone.
So, do I need to carry on? Do you want more?