I am only turning this into more than a one-shot because my (only) fan, V. Cullen begged me to do it. So, it probably won't be as good, because I had the first one pop into my head in the middle of the night two nights ago, and I just woke up and wrote it down, crazy, right? Actually not as crazy as my sister, Queen of the Skye, you should check her out, her stories are really good!
Disclaimer: I don't own POTO. Or Eric. Or Christine. Or that stupid little pansy-fop, Raoul. (he should really do something with his hair. Like, seriously.)
That was where Meg found them. Erik was sitting on his little stool, with Christine in his arms. They both looked idyllically happy, but jumped up as soon as they saw Christine's friend.
"Christine, what are you doing?" Meg hissed, nearly as surprised as Christine, "That's the Phantom of the Opera!"
"No, Meg, it's not the Phantom. The Phantom doesn't exist anymore. This is Erik." Christine replied calmly, looking Meg in the eye
"But –what about the opera? What about all the people he's killed?" Meg leaned on the table for support. She knew Christine had known about the Phantom –and been terrified of him!
"Meg, he only killed one person. You know Joseph Buquet was evil!" Christine reached out and took Meg's hand. "Remember when I said that I'd been visited by the Angel of Music? And you told me that it was impossible? The story came true."
"Mlle. Giry," this time Erik spoke, his voice a little gravelly from crying so recently, "You must lead the mob away from my home. Here –take my mask, it will help you convince them that I am dead. But you must go. Hurry!" He stood, and tried to pull Meg up from where she had sat at the edge of the table. Before he could push her gently towards the lake cavern, she and Christine were in each other's arms, saying goodbye.
"Oh, Meg, I'll miss you! Thank you for being so brave for me!" Christine was holding Meg, who was sobbing into her shoulder, "I'll come up to the surface, I promise!"
"I know, Christine. But –be careful, all right? Until this has all settled down. You're my best friend!"
"Mlle. Giry, Christine, we really must hurry. The men will send someone in after her soon!"
With one last hug, Meg picked up Erik's white leather mask and trotted out into the lake cavern. Erik and Christine heard the men exclaim, presumably over Erik's mask. Erik and Christine stood off in a dark corner of the room, arms around each other. They stayed that way for several minutes after Meg and the mob had left, until Erik broke the silence with a question.
"So, what happened to Raoul?" he wondered out loud
"I... let him go, you might say," Christine replied, "I just told him that you needed someone, and that he could always find another. You do know that Vicomtes are in very high demand, correct?"
"Correct," Erik said, "But I'm a little surprised. I really thought you loved him. For instance, you were prepared to spend your life with me, to save him."
"Don't say that!" Christine exclaimed indignantly, "Never say that. I love you."
Erik turned his face away, a tear making its way slowly down his face. Christine hugged him, pulling his face down to her shoulder, and rocking him as one might a baby.
"Ssh, ssh, it's alright, my Angel. I love you."
Erik looked up, a strange emotion coming over his face. It was as if he realized for the first time... that she did!
There, it's the second chapter. I don't have to go on with this, only if you want me to. Please review!
SDC
XOXO
