The Phantom After the Opera
Disclaimer: I don't have Phantom in my possession…that would be sweet but unfortunately I do not have that privilege. Besides I'd like to own just the Phantom. Take me to your lair I wouldn't leave you baby!
A/N: So I realized like half way through the 2nd chapter that when the Opera Populaire burnt down in winter. Then I have a girl swimming…Oh well in my mind the Opera Populaire burnt down in summer. Who really knows…I haven't read to book so don't get angry with me. Well here is the next chapter… read!
Dedication: To my friend Andrew. He's pretty sad all the time and I want him to know I love him and always will.
Chapter 3
Memories
By: Kristen K.
Edited by: Samantha T.
Erik walked back into his home of darkness realizing that it wasn't destroyed. He would have sworn the mob would tear his home apart, but everything was left untouched. He walked to his organ; it still had music on the holder, music he had been working on not too long before. He took the cloth off of his face and looked into the small mirror he had by his miniature stage still set for Don Juan. Still there…the disfiguration was never going to leave him. He looked around the cave once more and smirked. He then walked to his washroom and began to heat water from the lake to run the bath. He still could feel traces of Christine as he walked to his bedroom with the swan bed. The monkey music box still sat on the table with his mask untouched. Erik reached into his pocket and pulled out the necklace and Christine's ring. He set them by his music box, as he remembered the moment she gave him that ring and left him forever.
He went to bathe, letting the water sink into his soul. Erik sat there remembering when he was a boy, scrubbing and rubbing to get rid of his hideous face. All he did was make it raw and red and sore to touch. His face remained the same. Erik touched his devil's cheek, remembering the soft touch Christine gave him when she kissed him.
"I gave you my mind blindly." Christine whispered to Erik.
"You try my patience, make your choice." Erik demanded. She looked from Raoul to Erik then walked toward Erik.
Pitiful Creature of darkness,
What kind of life have you known?
God give me courage to show you,
You are not alone.
She slipped his engagement ring on her finger and kissed him on the lips. It did not last long, but as they broke from their kiss Erik's eyes looked deep in to hers, reading her soul. She grabbed his face again for another kiss, her soft hand caressing his deformed face. This kiss was full of passion and lust. Christine knew in her heart she loved Erik somehow and this kiss showed him it was true. When they broke this time Erik smiled, but soon he began to cry. He sobbed for a moment .The realization that she did love him was almost too much for him to take. He was so caught in emotion he almost lost himself in the whirl of love and fear. He could hear the mob approaching in the distance, but he was frozen in time. He finally got what he wanted but he didn't want her anymore.
How could she love me? I can't take her…I can't make her…Erik thought as so many other thoughts ran though his head. All he wanted to do was take her to the swan bed…but all he could do was let her go.
Take him, forget me, forget all of this.
Erik threw down the rope and walked away, infuriated at himself for being so weak.
Leave me alone; forget all you've seen.
Go now don't let them find you.
His steps were hard to take, almost collapsing with each step. His chest was tight and his eyes glossed over .Is this what dying feels like?
Take the boat swear to me never to tell,
The secrets that you know of the angel in hell.
Erik made it to his bedroom not knowing how long it took or how he got there. He knew he was alone once again; he was there without his Christine. He looked back to see them still there.
GO NOW! GO NOW AND LEAVE ME!
He yelled at them, waving his arms like a mad man. He then crumpled upon the swan bed, and set his music box to play. He listened to his toy of many sorrowful years play Masquerade. My life is now more meaningless than ever, old friend. What am I to do?He thought to himself as he sang along to the sweet melody.
Masquerade, paper faces on parade, masquerade. Hide your face so the world can never find you...
He sobbed again, feeling as though the words were talking about him. Feeling a presence in the room, Erik looked up, his face hot with tears. It was Christine. He said the only thing he could think to say to her.
Christine, I love you.
Christine looked down at her hand then slid the engagement ring off of her finger, then took Erik's hand and placed it in his palm, closing his fingers over it. She then turned and left with Raoul, though her eyes still looked back at Erik for a secret longing of being with him. Erik looked at the ring with love as tears rolled down his face. He walked out of his room and watched Christine sail away from his heart. Forever gone. Forever with Raoul. Erik sang out with deep despair and passion.
You alone can make my sing take flight.
It's over now,
The music of the night!
Erik's eyes flew open. He had fallen asleep in the tub. Freezing cold now from the cool water, he dressed quickly, wearing his usual formal wear, including his cloak. He put on his black wig along with the final touch of his white mask, covering the cursed side of his face, as it completed the ensemble. Erik smiled at his new plan as he sat at his miniature theater and wrote a note, putting the cross inside. He labeled the letter "Mademoiselle of the Lake" and sealed it with his skull seal. He still was unsure whether this was Christine, but in his heart he knew it was. However, he did not want to frighten her away so he referred to her in such a manner to lead her to him instead of him to her. Erik felt such a rush of emotion that he could hardly sit still. He left his lair in a hurry, for it was morning and the young woman would want her necklace back before noon.
A/N: Ok here is Chapter 3…..it's not anything special and I personally don't like it at all but so many people don't know how Erik felt when his heart was broken. It gets more interesting…And just to let you know this story will be very long but the chapters aren't to long that is why they will be so long. I'm sorry if this chapter is boring but really it lets you know how much he truly cares for Christine. Thanks for reading! R&R please?
