Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, it's characters, or ...anything along those lines.
Again, this sucks.
Please. Constructive criticism. EPIC amounts. It's good for the soul. It's quite poorly written, so there should be plenty to pick on. Like, the end.
To my dearest Phantom;
This'll teach you not to repay your debts. I've given you the ultimate gift now.
The gift of life.
- Wick
Erik read the note. And then he read it again. And again, and again and again, while he stood at a good two metres distance from the box he had discovered in his lair upon returning home in the evening. He hadn't touched it, yet, as he was rather nervous about what could be in the box.
"Ultimate gift, gift of life... " He muttered, his eyes travelling over the box again.
The box gave a slight jolt, a slight squeak coming from inside. Erik jumped slightly, his hand reaching out and grabbing for his punjab. With it in hand, he began approaching the box.
"Baby alligator, perhaps." He said, tilting his head to one side. He was quite sure Wick appreciated baby alligators as much as he did.
"Please, let it be a baby alligator."
Erik finally stood next to the box. He gave it a gentle nudge, flinching slightly when he heard another squeak. He bent over, and began the tiresome task of removing the sticky tape on the box. It began to rock slightly, causing him to scowl.
"Hold still, damnit." He muttered. The box stilled for a moment, and he continued his work. The box began to squirm a bit, and he pulled back as the top of the box flew open.
His eyes immediately widened, and every muscle in his body seemed to tense- For there, sitting infront of him, was his worst nightmare.
He'd describe it as a strange little human, with blonde hair that curled into ringlets. Bright blue eyes that constantly jumped from thing to thing, examining everything with a close intensity, and the body of a young woman.
"Hi, I'm Rain!" He took in the strange, chipper tone that the girl seemed to use. It reminded him of the younger ballet dancers gossiping and giggling together behind the stage.
"Do you have cookies?"
Erik gritted his teeth together, scrunching the note up in his hand. He looked towards the gate, throwing the crumpled up note into the water.
"Wick, I am not amused!" He called out, his powerful voice ringing through the chamber. He stalked over to the box, staring down at the girl.
"Where do you come from, child?" He had every intention of returning her home immediately, or at the least putting her upstairs in the care of Giry.
"Egg?" She replied. Giggling, she sank back down into her box, staring up at Erik.
Erik stared back for a moment, before leaning over and reaching into the box. Gripping under her arms, he lifted her out of the box and set her on the ground.
"Where were you before this?" He then attempted to ask.
"In the box."
Erik groaned and turned away from her, putting a gloved hand to his forehead. Something told him that this would take some time.