So, um, I heard from a friend of mine that there was a 100 Theme prompt, and I had started writing this last fall. But, I, uh, didn't find it until just now, and I'm still stuck on Breaking Dawn... So, um... ideas would be very much appreciated! I don't own Twilight or the Phantom of the Opera!

Oh, and I, ah, updated it like it was requested to! I switched the topic over from "8: Innocence" to the one it is now because Vampires have to "breathe again" as they take in their new world, almost like being born again... um... I'm sorry if that's a lame reason, it was the only one I could find that I have out of the ones that were left that fit!

10: Breathe Again

Erik had hated having to let Raoul take Christine. He loved her, of that he was sure, but the pain hadn't dulled. Yet here he was a year later still trying to come to terms with her leaving with that thrice-accursed Vicomte de Chagny. Time had only made the ache worse for him, and finally he considered even taking his own life.

But just as he was about to hang himself with his trusted Punjab lasso, he found himself jerked out of his lair faster than he could say "Opera" only to find that he was in pain.

...

Erik opened his eyes and began looking around. His lair was so much dirtier than he remembered, and he immediately went to get into the boat on the lake, only to accidentally break it and fall in. he growled in frustration and then stormed off through the lake, shocked that he was at the edge much faster than he expected. He took a deep breath and went upstairs to his favorite area, the place where the lead singers would always be preparing themselves. He sighed and went back to his lair. He looked at himself in the mirror and nearly gasped at what he saw inside his reflection.

"Hello, Monsieur," he heard, and wheeled around to find a strange blonde staring at him. "Perhaps you would like to know what happened while you were unconscious."

"That would be nice," he admitted, knowing he wouldn't get a straight answer.

"Please, have a seat, you have much to learn my friend," the blonde said kindly, and Erik snarled. "I understand of course that this is your territory, I just mean that you begin learning about who you are now that the world thinks you are dead."

"What are you talking about?" Erik snarled.

"This will take a long time, please, have a seat," the blonde insisted, and Erik grudgingly sat down on his bed's edge.

...

Years passed, and eventually Erik grew bored. Trickery, music making, scaring the newest managers into submission, terrorizing the cast that displeased you – he was beginning to grow bored of it, or at least in France. He wanted a new home, one with a better outlook, but of course that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"Hello, Erik," the blonde greeted, and Erik looked over his shoulder and smiled wistfully at his mentor and former companion. "It's been an awful long time, hasn't it? Are you ready?"

"No, but I still want a change of scenery," Erik sighed wistfully. "Where are you living now?"

"Washington, in the United States," the blonde smiled wistfully. "Would you like to join us?"

"Is there an opera house?"

"No, but I'm sure we can get one built with how much money we have," he laughed slyly, and Erik beamed at his companion in trouble-making.

"It's quite lonely," Erik admitted at last. "I wish I didn't have…"

"It isn't all bad," the blonde smiled gently. "You could always live with us."

"Oh? You're married now? My congratulations," Erik snarled immediately building up the walls of hatred that he had come to use whenever he saw a couple together.

"Erik, please, we can arrange for there to be catacombs for you, we could build it ourselves," he offered, his eyes pleading. "Please, I've looked to you as a brother this entire time, Erik…"

"If there are catacombs, I will come," Erik complied, completely unused to being treated as an equal by another living being. "Otherwise, you will have to wait."

"Thank you, my dear friend!" the blonde beamed. "You won't regret this. You'll find someone special, I am sure."

"Why do I highly doubt that?" Erik muttered angrily.

...

Years passed again, and Erik eventually found a girl, but this time it came as a shock to him what she looked and sounded like. She was beautiful to him, and when he heard her sing he knew she was the one for him. He sighed and relaxed as she began to look around, even having wandered into his box on a couple of occasions. This had startled the managers, but it wouldn't for long if he had his way.

"Ah, how I wish we were compatible," he murmured gently to himself. "If only…"

He looked and watched over her, destroying anyone who dared get close to her enough to kiss her on the lips. Men soon began avoiding her, calling her many things, ranging from "the black widow" to "the human vampire". He had chuckled at that last one, but she was so beautiful that it was enthralling to him.

He stayed near his mentor and his family every so often, but never really enough to get to know his mentor's family. After all, he was a solitary man that was shunned by society at large, he wanted nothing to do with them at all, and he had every good reason to.

"Hello, child," he said to the young child, who stared at him in awe. "May I inquire as to what your name is?"

"S-Sarah," she stammered, her eyes looking him over terrified but awestruck. "You-you're as pretty as an angel…"

"Thank you," he said, feeling his heartstrings jerk and latch themselves onto this young girl, who was no older than three or four. "If you like you may call me that."

"Angel," she smiled reaching her arms up, and he was about to pick her up before he got wind of her hair, realizing that she must have been summoned up from his own personal hell. "Angel?"

"Hm? Oh," he smiled, swallowing back the urge to hurt her as he picked her up. "Would you like to come to my home?"

"Yes," she beamed. "Can mommy come, too?"

"No, this is a special trip just for you, only pretty and unmarried girls are allowed to come into an angel's home," he said firmly, swallowing again. "Come, I won't hurt you. Your mommy won't get mad at all, I can assure you."

"Kay!" she smiled, not entirely sure of what he was saying but still excited nonetheless. Erik smiled and carried the child down to his home, his heart racing and his world being tilted on its very axis. He had hated the rejection her mother had given him, but now that she was here, he felt strange, as if she were here to complete him.

He smiled to himself at the thought of turning her now, but he knew better and that it was against the laws. He would simply have to be patient and help her grow up. He chuckled to himself – the girl was so cute and innocent now, he didn't want to ruin it, but in the end the world would destroy her innocence as it had him if he didn't do that for her.

So, I, Um... yeah... I'm sorry if it's not very good! But, um... What do you think? This is one of the fanfics that I have on my flash drive that I just discovered when I was going through it to clean it off. I, um... yeah... I'm not a very good writer, I'm sorry...

Um... can you review, please? I'd like to know how to better improve my writings, and to be able to make more stories that you all would enjoy...