Phantom 2000
Author's Note: Hi everybody. This started as a Vampire/Phantom story, but the more I thought about it the more it became a Dracula 2000 & Phantom of the Opera crossover. So here it is…
P.S. I am forbidden to watch Dracula 2000, so I'm basing this story off odd snippets I've seen & read.
P.P.S. Erik will at some point make an appearance with no shirt on.
P.P.P.S. And there will be no promises of regular updates
Chapter 1
This Is Not Over (I am not talking about the introduction)
A knock resounded off the walls in the De Chagny manor. The maid nearest to the door opened it revealing a gypsy women standing in the early bleak twilight. "Can I help you?" sweet Marie asked.
"I need to speak with Christine Daae." Her accent was thick and foreign, most likely from a place the young servant girl had never even heard of.
"Do come in." Protocol demand that Marie leave the guest outside until her master granted permission to enter, but it was cold outside and M. De Chagny was a very kind man, so the young girl allowed her into the entrance hall.
"Thank you very much." Once inside, the gypsy woman took the maid's hand and began patting her palm with two fingers mumbling in her native tongue, "A kindness for a kindness."
Marie withdrew her hand and nodded, not know how to respond. "Please wait here while I alert Mlle. Daae of your arrival….."
"Christine Daae does not know me, but I come with urgency."
Remembering that just the week before the lady of question was kidnapped by a madman who burnt down the Opera House, Marie thought this woman perhaps had vital information.
"You are a gypsy fortune-teller," the Vicomte De Chagny stated with caution. Raoul was never a believer of the supernatural so he thought this to be a scam of sorts.
"Yes, but please call me Caliptis and please monsieur I seek no profit from my visit here." De Chagny raised his eyebrow, wondering how she had guessed his thoughts.
"With that being said, why did you seek out my fiancée?" Raoul took a seat next to Christine and held her hand for future support.
Caliptis took a deep breath to steady herself for her story, "I had a vision of a man who lived in an underground cavern, and the right side of his face was ravaged-"
"I am sorry mademoiselle," the Vicomte interrupted, "but you could have easily read this in the paper, can prove this is no gypsy trickery?"
The fortune-teller sighed in annoyance. She was trying to help these people and if such a great evil were not involved, she would have walked out by now. "Because in one corner of his home there were many drawing and sketches of your lady from when she was young to womanhood," the gypsy stated flatly.
"Raoul," Christine almost whispered, reliving the moment when her angel showed her his collection. "She speaks the truth."
Raoul squeezed her hand and nodded for Caliptis to continue.
"What I saw was a man. His cries were inhumanly pitiful. He was a horrible sight not just because of his face, but also the look of despair and sorrow was unbearable to gaze at." Christine felt her stomach churn viciously with guilt at the thought of causing her Angel such pain. The future Vicomtess braced herself for more horrible news.
Erik sat on the edge of the lake, stroking the face of one of his many figurines that resemble Christine, crying his already shattered heart out. That seemed to almost all he could do for the past week, other than sleep. It was never for long and his dreams were always plagued with her and promise of the future that will never be. "Oh, Christine…"
"Ah, so that that is her name." Erik leapt to his feet and faced his intruders, six of them. One man handsome looking and wearing the finest clothes in all of Paris, while the five beautiful women all looked dishevelled and wore the clothes of personal harems, yet all six of them were deathly pale with demon red eyes. "I should have known it was a woman who could bring such a powerful man as the Phantom down to such a pathetic state as you are now," the man continued.
"Who are you and what do you want?!" Erik attempted to roar, but days of crying and lack of sleep, allowed him only to choke.
"I was Sir Thomas Maricardo," the well-dressed man gestured to himself with pride.
"Was?" the Phantom questioned, thinking he did not hear correctly.
"Yes, well you see," Sir Thomas began, "We are dead," he stated nonchalantly.
"What?" Erik gasped in disbelief.
"And as to what we want, we want to make a deal with you."
"What. Are. You?" Erik demanded pressing his hands to the side of his head as he felt his mind reel out of control.
Maricardo sighed in annoyance, seeing this was doing to take longer than he originally intended, "My brides and I are what you call vampires. We are the undead. We all were once alive, but are now caught between life and death. Well, more dead than alive. I was killed two hundred years ago in my own bed, by what I thought was a lady of the night, and I have not aged a day since. Over time I claimed these fine ladies as my brides and possessions, they belong and serve solely me. Being already dead no human weapon can ever hope to destroy us, with the exception of holy artefacts."
"You seem to have everything. What could you possibly want from me? I have nothing!" The Opera Ghost pronounced with anger.
"You have blood."
"Excuse me?"
"Blood. Oh, that is something I forgot to mention. Since we are dead we have no need for food or drink, however we must sustain ourselves by quenching our thirst with human blood."
"So you want to kill me."
"Yes, but if we do, you will become one of us for eternity."
An eternity of this before your eyes… honestly the idea of being ugly forever did not appeal to him, but before he could refuse, Thomas seemed able to read his mind somehow. "If do become one of us, you will twice benefit personally. One: your body shall transform into a perfect version of yourself." Erik raised his only eyebrow. "All of your scars and that thing on the side of your face will just," he paused and waved his hands in the air. "Disappear. As for the second…"
Erik processed what Sir Thomas said for a minute, when he was interrupted again. "Do you love her?" Erik looked up to see Maricardo hold a figurine of Christine in the wedding dress.
"Yes," he said without hesitation.
"Would you die for her?"
"A thousand times over."
"Would you die," Thomas held a doll that resembled the Phantom next to the Christine one, "To be with her?"
I could have her, he thought. I could rid myself of this infection. Live forever… with Christine. The Phantom of the Opera had decided, "All you want is my blood." No this is too good to be true! "How do I know this is not some trick and you plan on killing me?"
"Let's face it Erik, if I did kill you, I would be doing you a favour."
There was a long moment of silence. "Alright, what must I do?"
The head vampire made a gesture for his brides toward their prey, "Lay back and allow them to feed." With lightning speed the five women picked Erik up and began carrying him to his bed; however he had one last inquiry, "Will this be painful?"
Maricardo shrugged, "At first, but after… it will feel like you're making love to five women at the same time."
The next thing Erik knew was being pinned down to his own bed. The harem women each took their positions. Two held him down by his wrists, two others took hold of his upper thighs and the last one placed his head on her lap. "I already feel his pulse quickening," the blonde who held down his left arm crooned. God they even sounded demonic!
"My sisters," the raven haired one began stroking his neck, where his pulse could be found, "Let us feast!" At that their fangs came out and each bride plunged them into their respective places: Two in each wrist, two in his upper thighs, and lastly the lead harem woman bent down and sank her fangs into his jugular. Erik screamed in agonizing pain with each bite.
Finally, after a few moments the Phantom began to feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure. Slowly he could feel the very life drawn right out of him and yet he could not find the will to fight against the feel of slipping into oblivion. Only one last thought past his mind as he gasped his final breath…
Erik is dead…
Yep there you have it. I killed Erik in the first chapter of the first Dracula/Phantom crossover!
Just a couple of notes:
I have no plans for Sir Thomas Maricardo to surface again in this story, but I may change my mind. He is an OC as are his brides.
A Lady of the Night is/was a prostitute or hooker.
Any other questions, feel free to ask.
And speaking of questions has anyone here seen Dracula 2000?
