Erik laid back in his coffin, at last it would be put to good use, and clutched the pages of Don Juan to his chest. He felt a sense of calmness and slight excitement come over him as he began to gasp his last breaths. At last! Death, which he had so eagerly anticipated for so long, was nearly upon him. He felt himself fading, the combined effects of starvation, fatigue from staying awake for a week and half straight, and old age beginning to take their toll. Erik felt a smile come over his twisted, unmasked visage, knowing he would soon be out of his misery. He was dying of love indeed, for love had caused him to ignore all his basic needs, leading to these final minutes. Sometime very soon, he would die and Christine would come back to bury him. Of course, he would probably be in Hell by then, so he wouldn't notice, but the thought of her as the last creature to be near him...
Suddenly Erik found himself unable to breathe anymore. A great sense of overwhelming tiredness came over him and he succumbed to it, not fighting one bit. He felt himself fade completely and the world went black.
Quick flashes of his life flew past as Erik felt himself falling ever down, into a pit with no end. He saw bits of his childhood, his mother turning away in shame from her child. He saw himself in Persia, building great palaces and torturing people while the Sultana watched on eagerly. He saw himself fleeing Persia to escape the death that had been sentenced him. He saw himself building ordinary houses in Paris, then working on the Opera House. He saw himself seeing Christine for the first time, then tutoring her through the mirror. He saw Christine's triumph and watched himself watch her and Raoul, jealousy stabbing at him like a knife. He saw himself tricking the mangers and laughing in glee about his little trick, making grand plans with Christine as his wife and happily telling the Persian about them. He saw Raoul and the daroga in the torture chamber while he and Christine watched them. Finally he saw himself lying in his coffin with Don Juan clutched to his chest, dying.
The endless pit seemed to reach an end and Erik landed on hard, pointed rocks that jabbed at his body. It was impossibly hot, so hot he thought he would die if he had not already been dead. It seemed quite like the torture chamber, but without the jungle illusion and iron tree. Overall, it was rather an unpleasant place. But, Erik thought, it was what he deserved. He looked around at the blistering rock walls of what seemed a cave and decided he might as well find some way to entertain himself. He was going to be stuck in this place for eternity, after all.
Just as Erik was getting off the ground and standing up, he felt his feet knocked from under him as a pleasantly cool something began to suck him up. He watched as the rocky cave fell away and he found himself in some sort of vertical tunnel that was pulling him up. His cheeks were being pulled away from his face in a slightly disconcerting fashion, so Erik attempted to pull them back down, but it was no use. He gave up and watched the scenery pass by in winding, swirling colours and what looked oddly like a rectangular blue box. As Erik was beginning to puzzle over the strange shape, he suddenly found himself being pulled out of the tunnel and into a compressing black tube, which was really quite uncomfortable. Then he popped out.
This is based on an idea I had after watching the movie "Ghost" with some influence from an RPG on LJ that I have nothing to do with but came across one day and a movie about the tooth fairy that I can't remember the name of. Yes, the tooth fairy. Anyway, various crossovers will be coming up eventually, along with more information about where exactly Erik has landed.
