Erik's Desire

By: Muse of Destructiveness

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the beautiful legacy and character of the phantom Erik. He and the others belong to themselves and Gaston Leroux for writing their story. The only thing I do own is a high respect for the phantom and my OC's.

Warning: Later there will be much Christine bashing. I despise her for breaking the phantom's heart like she did, and later there will be Raoul bashing. Sympathy pains for these two will be treated with large tranquilizers and flames will be used to burn my old school papers.

Prologue

Erik gazed at the crimson flower in his hands, his face twisted in anguish. Will I ever escape the pain of the past? Or am I cursed to stay in my own personal Hell until I die and find myself in the real thing? His body shook with sobs and his tears fell on the rose, watering the tender petals that were now a painful reminder to him of his affection for another. An affection that was rejected and would always represent a soul betrayed by the cruel emotion of love.

He ripped the mask from his face, the blank hole staring at him, mocking him with its baleful stare. In a fit of anger he threw it across the room, enjoying the sound it made as it fell into a warped mass on the floor. He looked up at the broken mirror that distorted his image so that, in his mind at least, he resembled the disfigured mass that scarred his face and his soul.

He stared into his own golden eyes, seeing their coldness and shedding cold tears at their hostility. He was torn between the passionate creature he was born to be and the cold-hearted murderer that man had made out of him. He told himself that he couldn't help that he was who he had become, that the coldness that resided in him was just a reflection of what his mother had been like.

But what was left of his heart and soul told him otherwise. Deep within him was a shred of passion that could still overrule the turmoil that battled for domination within him. He knew that he was a genius, and used his music to reveal his sensuous side as well as his dark. His masterpiece had enchanted anyone who had heard its twisted yet bewitching musical score. Don Juan had been both his triumph and his downfall. Its opening had cost him his dignity and his heart.

Since then he had stayed away from anyone who had triggered his desire. He had shunned everyone, including his only friends. Never again would he risk his emotions to the hell that was love. Not even for his new protégé. He had learned his lesson from his last folly. Not even his Ravyn, whose presence was sweetly intoxicating, would cloud his vision.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed...read n review or I won't consider putting up the next chappie!