What Dreams
May Come
Chapter 10
First Attack
AN: Yeah another chapter down, thousands to go…that's not sarcasm…literally thousands to go. This rp/story spans into the thousands…maybe farther than that…oh well. Thank you everyone for reading and I'm glad your all enjoying this story.
Special shout outs go to: Mad-Idina-Fan98, yeah we know how protective Erik is of Elphaba *wink* and we know how insufferable he can be too. Doglover645, you'll just have to keep reading to find out. There's a lot of angst that surrounds Erik and Elphaba's relationship, so yeah…that's all I'm going to say. Thanks for reading and staying with this story! Elphaba'sGirl, you'll find out now who it is exactly has dared journey to the destroyed catacombs. Thank you so much for reading and staying with this, and no, Fiyero won't be making an appearance yet. But he will be soon. NiatheWickedLover, Phantom hunters? Hmm curious. Lol. Glad your loving the facts and thank you so much for your reviews! And L8zlytwner, thank you so much for your review kiddo.
Phantom Fact 3: Once when Huh Panaro played the Phantom of the Opera on broadway he had a make up malfunction. It happened at the very end of the final lair scene when Christine kissed the Phantom and they pulled apart, he had realized that his prosthetic lip had come off his face, and was stuck to the bottom of her lip. To quote Panaro; "It looked like she had a leach attached to her chin" and him being the constant professional that he is…started laughing…way to break the Phantom's image…
Elphaba's heart quickened in her chest, and her breathes quickened and her mind reels. She had no idea what was happening, for all she could hear was the silence, save for the distant sound of water dripping off in the distance, and the soft whistle of a faint breeze.
"Erik?" she whispers. Absently, she leans closer to the masked man sitting beside her.
Erik leans further and turning his ears towards the darkness, closes his eyes and listens. A pregnant pause and he suddenly whips around and grabs Elphaba firmly by her good arm.
"Go…run!" he says urgently.
Elphaba could see the fear flash briefly within his eyes. Nodding, she gingerly rose from the bench, turned and ran, disappearing quickly into the shadows.
Erik watched the darkness swallow Elphaba's lithe figure before turning back towards the sounds of encroaching footsteps, echoing loudly against the glistening walls of the catacombs.
Rising to his full height, he turned and quickly dashed into the darkness; billowing like mist as the footsteps drew closer.
Darting through the shadows, Elphaba turned, her eyes frantically finding something, anything to which to hide behind. A faint whisper of a moan danced past her, ticking her ear. Turning, her eyes fell upon a mirror half hidden beneath a red cloth, draped over its silver surface.
"The wretched beast is here alright…I've seen his footprints in the ash above" growled a man in a saw dusty tone of voice.
Stiffening, Elphaba dashed towards the mirror and pulling the curtain back, slipped behind it, just as the men approached. Holding her breath, she pressed her back against the glass and stilled.
"How can you be so sure it wasn't another scavenger" came another voice.
Two men step out of the shadows, one was tall with a muscular built and sandy blonde hair. His dark blue eyes scanned the decrepit remains of the Phantom's lair. Squinting his eyes, he lifted the lantern higher, and casting away the shadows.
The other, a slightly shorter man stepped in time with the first. He was pudgier and had dark scraggly brown hair and a musty beard. Nervously, his dark brown eyes scanned the catacombs.
"No…it's him…the Devil himself," snarls the first, "and I'm going to find him…gut that wretched demon and hang him before the people of Paris"
Unconsciously, Elphaba clenched her jaw in anger at hearing the men's conversation. Truthfully she didn't know why what the men had said had infuriated her, and probably never would. All she knew was that she wanted nothing more, than to bash their brains in.
Erik skulks the men in the shadows, his dark, chocolate eyes watching their every move in anticipation. Every now and again his eyes would glance towards the mirror.
"Hang him before the people of France? Why on Earth would you do that?" frowned the other.
"The wretched aberration needs to pay for his sins! Or have you forgotten how he nearly killed the Vicomte de Chagny…or the poor young chorus girl?" snarls the taller man.
"Err…no" dumbly the second man scratches his bald head.
"He kidnapped her…almost forced her to marry him! The man's insane! I mean for the love of Heaven he killed several people out of pure bloodlust! He's a menace…a pure product of the Devil himself!"
Clenching her jaw, Elphaba absently flicks her wrist towards the smaller man, knocking him to the ground unconscious.
"What the hell!?" turning, the man cocks the hammer of his gun and fires, the bullet nearly missing the top of Elphaba's head.
Enraged, Erik leaps from the shadows and tackles the man to the ground.
"How dare you come into my domain!" he roars. Instantly his hands close around the man's neck.
"It's true! Your…your alive!" chokes out the man.
"Yes...a revelation you shall take to your grave" snarls Erik darkly. Gasping, the man brings his fist up and punches Erik hard in the face, half knocking his mask off his face.
Caught off balance, Erik falters before regaining his balance. Turning, he glares maniacally down at the man and clenching his teeth, squeezes the man's neck.
"Oh God!" chokes out the man. His eyes widen, beholding the disfigurement once hidden beneath the mask, "its…it's hideous!"
"This is the last face you shall gaze upon ever!" roars Erik.
Gasping, the man's eyes shift down towards his hand. A strange, wicked smile crosses his face, seeing the gun laying halfcocked in the palm of his hand. Grinning, he grabs the gun and takes aim and fires.