Dream 4: The Damned Boy

By PittsBurghFuzz

Dear Diary,

Christine enjoyed a huge success in "Hannibal", with an overwhelming applause. I am so happy for her. I told Christine to wait for me at the mirror, so that I may reveal myself to her. In any case, she kept her promise, and came with me. She seemed entranced by my body language. I also revealed my mannequin of her in a wedding dress. She fainted and I took her to the room I had prepared for us. Christine looked adorable while she slept, and I didn't want to leave the room. However, I knew I had to make some minor touch ups on Don Juan. While making minor changes, I was thinking about my biggest threat right now, the de Chagny boy. He was a man who also had feeling for my beloved Christine. How dare that damned boy touched my Christine before I did! I was making Don Juan, into the ultimate expression of anger and lust. It was already an angry piece of music, but that "Raoul" made me compose something that even scares me. I didn't care at the moment, I was so angry at this prick, that I could care less. I don't think I was ever this angry, and the sad thing is that he probably isn't worth the time. Besides, Christine was trying to get the boy out of the room, trying to hide me. I soon passed out after getting so angry.

My dream started where the last one ended. Christine and I were still in an embrace, night had fallen. We held hands as we looked at the stars. I was teaching her some of the constellations and their stories, as she nodded.

"I apologize if this is boring you," I told her, "I'll stop."

"I don't care," she told me, "I am enjoying your sexy voice."

I laughed. "You find it..."

"Yes, its so powerful, yet has a certain gentleness, something humble about it." Christine said as she was turning to her side. "It's as if you were part God, part man."

"I don't consider myself either." I replied.

"Why can't you?" Christine yelled at me.

"I always had a feeling of detachment of the human race. You, my dear Christine, are my only remaining claim to being human."

"Oh, shut up Erik." Christine cried, defiantly. She turned around, sitting Indian style, and crossed her arms and pouted.

I immediately went over to Christine, begging for forgiveness. She chuckled.

"What's so funny, Christine?" I asked her.

"Oh nothing, I just love you so much, and I hate it when your are so critical of yourself."

"What have I accomplished, other than the murder of others." I said looking into the distance.

"Well, you revived the architecture of Persia, you made deceived people into thinking you were the 10th graduate of some sorcerer school, and you also made me a star."

"I can only be satisfied with the last thing you said." I told her. "By the way, how did you know about my so called, 'accomplishments'?" I asked her.

"Um, I don't know, its not like I hear you in your sleep."

"I really do talk to myself while sleeping?"

"Yeah, but its okay, I find it cute." Christine said smiling.

All was well, until a maniacal laugh in the distance. It wasn't as terrifying as mine, but there was something ominous about it. A man approached us. He was around 5'9, and had a little mustache. He was a fat little man, but much more attractive than my abhorrent face.

"Hello Christine." he said to my sweet Christine.

"Raoul, what are you doing here?" Christine asked him.

"Why are you with this man? I can give you so much more." he told her.

"Yeah, sure you can, a fat little stuck up fat French boy who is a dirty son of a-" I said, until

"Erik, please don't curse, I hate it when you do that. I will take care of this." she told me.

"What is there to take care of, when I could just take you away from this dying old man?" he asked her.

"I love him Raoul."

"You love this freak? Oh how you've stooped so low."

"Choose your words wisely my boy, for in this realm, I can imagine 1,000 lovely deaths I can grant you. By lovely, I mean that you would wish you were burning in hell with Satan himself giving you a terrible punishment himself." I yelled at the ignorant fool.

"Oh Erik, you are just jealous because you do not have much time left on this earth, and I can have Christine longer than you can!"

"I'll end you now if you don't close your damned mouth my boy. Then, I will have Christine to myself, longer than you ever will. Next time, double check your math."

The stupid boy laughed. "Wow, a twenty year old at his prime, versus a fifty year old freak! Marvelous!"

"It seems like you had one too many croissants there, de Chagny."

Raoul then took out a sword, and invited me to fight. I accepted the challenge.

"Where is your sword, you great beast?" he asked me.

"Erik, please don't do this." Christine begged me.

Ignoring her, for I was too angry at the boy, I said, "I shall use my weapon of choice, my Punjab Lasso."

The boy charged at me, but he found himself on the ground. He heard my maniacal laugh. He had ran into a reflection of himself. Clearly, he was scared.

"Erik please, end this now." Christine begged me.

"I will, as long as Raoul surrenders himself." I replied.

"I will never end this battle until one of us is dead on the ground." he yelled. "I will kill you, whatever it it takes."

"Raoul, just say surrender. Erik please stop this!" Christine cried out to me. "Erik, you once said I was your only link to humanity. Please end this if you truly love me."

I breathed heavily and looked at my reflection. I almost wanted to look away. I lowered the mirrors, so me and the boy could look at each other, face to face.

"Raoul, I regret what I have said to you, I am sorry if I insulted you. Now let us shake hands and end this like real men."

Raoul looked angry. "You nearly killed me so that you just take it all away for a stupid handshake? I don't think so. I will now slay you, ugly beast!"

The boy charged at me, but something came between us. Christine. Raoul disappeared. I held my dying love in ,my arms, crying.

"Why Christine? Why must you go now? You can;t leave me now?"

"Erik, I will see you. Maybe not in this world, but the next." she told me.

We shared one kiss before she died.

I looked at the sword that Raoul dropped, and took it for myself. I tried to stab myself, but it bent every time I tried to kill myself. I tried for several minutes. I gave up that attempt, and decided to drown myself. That didn't work either.

"What is it now God? Do you despise me so much, that you won't even let me die? Damn you! God, damn you!"

I woke up crying. I looked at Ayesha and picked her up.

"Why couldn't you wake me up then, you damned cat?" I yelled to her. I went back to my music.