Okay so. This is my first fanfiction. Ever. So cut me some slack. I usually don't let anyone read what I write, even my friends.
This is probably one of the first things I've written that I'm actually satisfied with, however, if you have feedback, I'm open to it.
It's based on the end of Gaston Leroux's novel, I just put it in story form, rather than how Erik just tells it to the Persian in the end.
I tried my best not to steal Leroux's exact words other than in quotes, but I did cheat in some places, I hope that's not too horrible.
Well, I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think!
A thousand thoughts flooded Christine's mind all at once, all of them circling Raoul.
They were interrupted when she heard footsteps, surely Erik's, reentering the house on the lake, in which she was prisoner. The door to the room Christine was in opened abruptly and she saw Erik's expression soften as his eyes found her.
Christine slowly rose from her chair and her entire body quivered. Erik took three long strides forward and reached Christine. She stared at the ground, trying to avoid looking at his face. He reached his hand up to her chin and lifted her face until she looked into his glowing eyes. She raised her hand to join his on her face. If she was to become his wife, she might as well accept her future.
His lips came down and touched her forehead, ever so gently, and she felt his tears fall onto her face. Erik smiled and sobbed softly. He fell to his knees and placed small kisses on the girl's feet, his tears splashing her toes. He heard a sob escape Christine's lips and he looked up to see that she was crying as well.
She knelt to the ground to join him and her tears fell on his face. They slid down his forehead, under his mask, and onto his lips. In an attempt not to lose a single one of her precious tears, he tore the mask from his face, and, to his surprise, Christine did not die! She did not shy away from him, or drop dead just from the sight of him! Erik had never been more happy in his entire existence!
Christine slid her hand around his and stared into his eyes.
"Poor, unhappy Erik!" she sobbed.
He slipped the wedding ring which she had so carelessly lost into her hand.
"There!. . . Take it!. . . Take it for you. . . and him!. . . It shall be my wedding present. . . a present from your poor unhappy Erik. . . . I know you love the boy. . . don't cry anymore!"
Christine looked at him, confused, and then, very softly, she asked him, "Erik. . . What do you mean?"
He explained to her that he would die for her, but she could marry the boy whenever she pleased, because she had cried with him and mingled her tears with his.
Erik left the room, leaving Christine to wonder if he had gone to get Raoul.
Her suspicions were confirmed when they both came through the door. The lovers flew into each others arms, and they kissed, causing Erik to turn his face as more tears fell.
"Christine. . ." Erik choked on her name.
He made her promise to come back for him, once he was dead, and to bury him with the gold ring which she was to wear on her finger until that time came. He told her where she could find his body, and how to get there.
Then Christine cupped her palm around the poor phantom's distorted face, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
. . .She kissed him! No one had ever kissed him before! His heart soared.
He spun away as Raoul opened the door and started on his way out of the prison they were in.
Before she left, Christine turned, glancing at Erik's broken face, just as he raised his eyes to catch one last look. Their eyes met, and more tears still fell from Erik's eyes as he gave her a small nod, encouraging her to go. She tore her eyes away and followed quickly after Raoul, leaving Erik, leaving her Angel of Music, forever.