Chapter 3: Demetrius Beluin
I would soon arrive at my destination and finally I'll be able to rest. The cemetery is not far, only two more blocks. Two more blocks and I'll be where I deserve to be.I pulled my coat more around me, the wind was much harsher then before and it was stinging the only part of my face that was bare.
"Lynette," I whispered to myself. Those beautiful dark eyes will forever be remembered, along with her black as ink, thick curly hair, along with those pink lips and rosy red cheeks. "I'll always remember you."
The beautiful little girl Lynette has showed me what most people deny me. She has showed me kindness; she has showed me the real beauty within. Lynette was deep within my mind, was she alright? Will she be alright? I suddenly chuckle. How amazing it was that one little girl can show so much compassion to a complete stranger.
"I could be a very bad man you know."
"It didn't seem like it,"
Her words were sweet I recall. She'll grow up to become a beautiful woman, and make some man the happiest man alive. I could only hope that she would keep that silly sense of humor, that she would keep that kindness which makes all warm in the heart.
I only hope she remains safe and unharmed.
I glanced up squinting and found myself entering the cemetery; I walked and walked till I reached the end of the road. I walked to the Daae tomb. Unsure of how to act I just sat silently on the cold steps and remembered, remembered how everything once was, how everything was perfect for me and my Christine.
I sat staring at the ground, and that was when I realized that the wind had died down, but cold breeze was still about. But just like that, it stopped. No sound, no breeze, no nothing.
"Was it all really perfect?"
I sprung from the steps and focused on the man in front of me. He held a sly smirk as he took a step forward. That one step woke something up inside me and I quickly took a step back.
"Don't be afraid, I just wish to know…was it all really perfect?" He asked again. I took a better look at him; he had brown hair slicked back. He has green eyes going along with a deathly pale face. He wore a dark green coat, brown vest, black trousers, and yet he possessed no cloak to block the coldness. He looked like a filthy rich man, I thought.
"Yes well, I may look like a filthy rich man but does that mean I am really like all the others? You know the ones that don't give a damn about anyone?"
My eyes widen as my thoughts were spoken aloud by someone else besides me.
"Now answer my question Erik, was it or was it not perfect?" He asked again.
"How do you know my name?" I asked the stranger.
"Oh for goodness sakes just answer my question!" He said irritated.
"No!" I answered shouting. I suddenly fell silent, did I really just state that I was not happy with my Christine in the beginning? How could I say that?
"Because it's true Erik,"
"Enough! How do you know me?" I asked my hands clenched. He then chuckled.
"Now this is the right time for an introduction, Erik my name is Demetrius Beluin." He said bowing with delight. All I did was stare at him; one name doesn't tell me a thing.
I told myself to walk away but my feet would not move. I then suddenly could not think.
"Can you tell me when a perfect time in your life was?" The man who claims to be Demetrius Beluin asked. I slowly shook my head as I felt my eyes slightly close. "You shake your head because there was no perfect time for you, not once in your life." He states.
My heart began to beat and I can barley see the look in Demetrius' eyes. My hand rushes to my head and I feel myself fall to my knees. A thousand memories that I tried to forget all came flooding back. The beating my mother gave me, the laughter the crowd made at the freak show, the scream Christine made when she saw my face… the screams the people made when the love of my life ripped my mask off for all to see.
I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder; I glance up into deep green eyes.
"What if I can make everyday a perfect day for you Erik?" He asks. I frowned at his words.
"You wish to forget these memories, don't you?" He asks. I felt myself begin to breathe heavily. Then suddenly nod. "Do you wish to have it all? To be wanted?"
He stood on one knee, his hand on my shoulder, and patiently waited for my answer.
I wanted nothing more but to push this man away and flee, but I began to wonder.
To have it all? To be wanted? These things couldn't possibly happen. Or could it? Why would he offer if it was impossible? Why am I even thinking about it? I am a monster, the monster to never fall in love. It is just like in the stories. A beautiful woman gets kidnapped by the evil monster. It is then the handsome prince comes and rescues her and destroys the monster.
Raoul fit the part of the handsome prince, the only thing he didn't do was finish me off.
Was it really what I wanted? To waist my life and be nothing but a beast? No.
I do want it all; I do want to be sought…
"Yes…" I heard myself say.
The man grinned.
"Take another walk around Paris Erik; take a walk around what will become past. I'll be waiting…"
I heard no more, and as I glanced up I saw no more. Demetrius was gone.
Hi everyone,
you have to forgive me for not updating in a long A$$ time! There is just so much drama going on and...its driving me crazy and I am having writer's block like the plague! I'll try and update sooner!
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Crystal A.
"Life is a mask, it's our job to take it off and discover the journey behind it not in front for there is nothing there but a mask"