Ok here comes another Chapter! Sorry it took me so long to update, I have had major writers block and finals are coming up making my time limited. I will be better next time I promise!I hope you this latest chapter, I put a lot of thought into it and still went into it without any idea of what would happen. I don't own Phantom of the opera! Wish I did, but…I don't.
Chapter 1:
Phantom Saved
Outside at last my eyes closed as I took a deep breath, this was so hard to go through…I was so alone…so very alone…I hated this life that seemed to be thrust onto me at every twist and turn. There was a God, oh yes he was very real, but he seemed content to make my life hell and in making even the smallest thing in my life so incredibly painful it was a miracle or perhaps a curse I never turned the blade upon myself.
I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't hear the almost silent footsteps behind me until searing pain ripped through my chest and I dropped to my knees with a cry of pain as the knife pulled out of me and I closed my eyes waiting for it to end my life but then there was a woman's voice behind me "Put that down Sam!"
"Emma this is the monster that's been making a mock of the opera day in and day out, he's killed for heaven's sake! He deserves death."
"And I suppose you think you're the one with the right to make this execution?"she asked her voice cold. "Let the poor man go Sam, he wasn't doing any harm here."
"But-"
She stamped her foot "No buts Sam! Just do it, I'll meet you at home." Slowly I felt the pressure of the man release me and he stalked off without a backward glance. I didn't understand it, why would anyone stop my imminent demise? Especially a woman, they are most afraid of me always, even my dear Christine cannot shake her fear of me entirely. It is one of the many reasons why I let her go when it came down to the end. Just let me die…
But this Emma seemed intent on saving me once more from the blissful ending that I craved but had no heart to bring upon myself…I felt her kneel down beside me and lift my arm to examine the stab wound, it was not that bad, I had survived much worse, but I let her do as she pleased for the moment to emotionally worn out to protest. I heard something tare and turned to look at her to see part of her petticoat in her hand. I rose an eyebrow, well this was strange.
Her movements were quick and efficient. She must be some kind of nurse…I did not want to be nursed or coddled back to health. I was the Phantom of the Opera after all! A proud creature who relies on no one and is a law unto himself. With a quick movement I was on my feet once more. "Merci mademoiselle, may I suggest next time you let your husband do as he pleases? Perhaps his prey has no wish to be saved" With that I turned on my heal and stalked away.
I did not hear her following me until she caught my arm "Sir you are injured, please let me escort you home."
I laughed coldly "no, I need no escort especially from the likes of you.
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Emma's POV
I frowned at the mysterious man before me. He had dark brown hair that was almost black, intense stormy blue eyes and an air of power that terrified me, but I refused to yield to it. I had not yielded to it with my father and I would not yield to it with this stranger. "Sir please let me help you, that wound may seem benign but it is deceptively worse than it seems."
"And you would know this how?"he asked in a tone that made my head snap up and my jaw clench slightly "I am a doctor sir"
He laughed "preposterous, women cannot be doctors."
"Oh?"I asked my voice like ice "And I suppose you think that you believe women to be stupid and ignorant then?"
He did not answer me right away and I could see his mind working but at last he shrugged "It is of no consequence what or who you are, you are not coming with me." He was gone so fast I almost lost track of him. I had to run to catch up to him "Yes I am, I am not going to let you collapse on your way home with no one to help you." My tone left no room for argument and yet he still argued, they all did in the end.
"leave me in peace little one, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into."His tone caught me off guard. It was bitter with regret and pain, why? It only made me want to help him more.
"No more of this nonsense, I'm coming with you whether you like it or not. Now where is your home?"
I could almost feel his eyes roll, he seemed almost…amused. "If you insist coming along then you must keep up" And with that he was gone, like a cat sneaking around in the dark. He was nearly impossible to trace and I almost didn't get a chance to take him up on his bet. Thankfully I caught sight of something moving quickly and silently through the shadows and followed him just as quickly, although decisively not as quietly. Compared to him I sounded like a child wailing at the top of its voice. And I had always thought I was the quiet one…
I followed him into the opera house, so had Sam been right? Was this truly the legendary Phantom of the Opera that so many feared and hated? He did seem to carry that air about him, but…something didn't match. There was so much…pain in his eyes, he was undoubtedly human like anyone else. Why did he hide behind a mask then? Why was he so afraid of people seeing him for himself?
I looked around as he pressed a lever and a invisible door opened up to him and I slipped in behind him. He seemed frustrated yet amused at my ability to get this far. I refused to give up, even in the pitch blackness of the catacombs. Down and down we went not speaking a word to the other. The only sound was my ragged breath; I was not used to such a fast journey over such a vast space. I could see light ahead of me…I nearly ran into him when he stopped abruptly in front of me "I am home now, you may go."
I looked around, yeah right, now that I was here I had no idea which way was the exit… "I highly doubt you live in a tunnel sir, keep going until we reach your home" I instructed and heard him sigh. He was obviously not accustomed to company, but I was curious and worried for him, I was not the only one breathing hard and he made this trip daily by the look of it…
"Are you quite well sir?"
"Fine. " And without another word he was off again, I forced my throbbing feet to follow him and caught her breath when we emerged into a beautifully lit room.
It was covered with deep rich rugs, beautiful hangings and paintings. Piles of paper covered the floor and statues and busts peaked around corners. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and all lit with thousands of candles. Mirrors covered the walls and a masterful organ dominated one entire wall. It was breath taking. I took in every nook and cranny as if I had never truly seen before, but my awe was short lived as I heard a thud and turned to see him in a heap on the floor blood seeping from under my bandage. I sighed and went over to him beginning to work my magic.
I couldn't help but notice the majesty of his body. It was well muscled and pronounced. He was in excellent shape and had the build of a God…
There you go! And now you have met dear Emma, what will happen next with Eric unconscious and a curious Emma within his abode. Not even I know! Please R&R! I really would like more than one this time. Thanks to Neverland Child for the thoughts and reviews. It made my night! I hope I continue to keep to your expectations. I am always up for any suggestions you might have or criticism.
Again please R&R and I will try to update again soon. Thanks guys!
