Eeeee! Everyone, guess what! I went to see Phantom on Saturday, at Her Majesty's theatre in London, and got to see the wonderful Marcus Lovett again as Erik. And WOW, he is amazing, seriously he had me in tears in MOTN, and his passion and acting were just unbelievable.

I also got to meet him afterwards, and he was such a gentleman, so adorable and kind, and he gave me lots of cuddles, and called me 'hunny,' he is in my new avatar on my profile! Such an amazing day!

Please go and watch him on Youtube, he is amazing, and brings so much to the character!

Thank you all for your immense support, I know the character Georgio has made you wonder, and I want to warn you this chapter is the beginning of the darker chapters, so just a little warning, I will include *'s for when gory bits are coming.

Thank you all so much!

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Chapter 38-Erik's POV

I rode furiously, never had I ridden like this before in my life, I leant off Purdy's back, wrapping my long legs around her, and pushing into her sides like I had never done before, I needed speed and Purdy had provided it.

I had not wanted to leave Christine and Amir, I was worried about the procedure of the blood transfusion, so much could go wrong, I worried for Christine, she was so delicate so pure, her beaten face made my inner rages hot and terrible rise within me begging to be released, I knew the Shah had haunted her dreams, I had spent the night, though thankfully she seemed to not remember, cooing her, singing and rocking her tiny childlike frame, stroking her hair, and her cheeks, amazed by her beauty, and at how something as perfect as her could be on the Earth, and standing beside something as hideous as me.

I never wanted her hurt again, never. Her face showed me so much more than simple bruises it showed me that the Shah's mind had turned, and now he was ready, ready to take Christine wholly. To make her impure like me, I clenched my fists into Purdy's silver hair at the thought, I had been forced upon, raped, and it had destroyed me, the mere thought made vomit rise to my throat, the deep scars on back raise slightly, and the sensation of blood running down the back of my legs, I wavered, but pushed Purdy harder. Riding even more fiercely, as if trying to out run the thoughts, I knew the Shah was more than capable of providing such a torture to Christine, and I was sickened by the thought.

I loved Christine, oh god did I love her, more than anything in the world, every part of Christine, her sparkling eyes, her smiley mouth, her tiny nose, all were bruised now due to the hand of a man who knew no boundaries.

Yet here I was, the palace in sight pushing Purdy to a point where her neck was foaming, riding to meet the man who had lain his hands upon my angel. I was enraged, trying to condense it as my anger grew black, threatening to bubble over, I knew t would only be a telling off, that he would simply warn me of my love for Christine, tell me off so to speak, I knew he would only do that as I would not allow him to hurt her, I made a vow as I pulled Purdy to a stop, that the Shah would never hurt Christine again.

I leapt from Purdy's back, I needed to return to Christine and Amir and fast, I thanked Purdy kissing her nose, as she tossed her sweating face proudly, she was such a beautiful creature even when she was panting hard and sweating heavily.

'Thank you.' I whispered to her, taking a handful of sugar from my pocket, allowing the beautiful mare to lick it of my long palm.

I then turned, and ran through the doors of the palace, the hour was early, so slaves worked busily to get morning preparations done, the air was heavy and hot the threat of rain there, so within the palace it was almost unbearable.

I pushed through the slaves as they ran every way with arms full of goods, from table cloths to foods which looked ready for a feast. I had been summoned to the Shah, yet I could not see him. My rage was boiling now, I needed to return to Christine and Amir.

'Magician, the Shah awaits for you in the courts.' Said a voice I spun, and saw it was a young guard who dropped his eyes as soon as I looked at him, I could feel my rage pouring like fire from every inch of me.

'Let us go.' I growled, and followed behind him.

The guard I noticed as we walked, kept turning to look at me over his shoulder, I noticed his hands were shaking as they kept pushing back his slipping helmet. A guard had never reacted to me in such a way, they always had respect for me, but this was fear, pure fear. I put it down to the man being young, and the likely hood of him hearing the stories about me. I realised now, we were not going to the marble courts, but to the ones outside.

The guard opened the door, and I froze. I knew what was outside, the monstrosity, that awaited just beyond the detailed door. The torture chambers were no complete, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before the Shah and his mother would wish to trial them. A lump formed in my throat, perhaps it was just a talk, perhaps it would be simply that, a congratulations on my creating such a disgusting piece of equipment. I could hardly stand now, what was going to do? I had built from my mind, possessed almost by my releasing of the pains from within me, never had I known before creating this beast how much the tortures had consumed me within, and how hard the grip was they had on me, but now could be the time the tortures I had faced would be placed upon another.

I felt sick.

'Magician?' the young guard said looking scared, pushing open the door.

'I-I wanted to stop him.' He added randomly as I went to walk through the door.

I turned to him, looking confused.

'He-he hit your loved one, the young girl, I know she loves you, I tried to see if she was okay, but she ran.' He said in a whisper.

I dropped my eyes, and some of my rage and fear left me.

'Thank you. That is kind of you.' I said quietly, and honestly.

He nodded back at me.

I then walked through the door, it shut behind me, with a slam, and that slam was like the beginning and an ending all at once.

My mind raced as I walked around the court, the huge torture chamber, the child of my mind, lay before me, black and menacing much like me, its father. I looked at it with hatred, probably the same hatred my mother had in her eyes as she had looked at me for the first time. A drizzle of rain was beginning to fall, and mist formed over the roof of the torture chamber, as if the devil himself had come.

I was feeling as though I was going to choke to death. But then the voice came, and my fear and recelation went away, replaced by hatred.

'Magician, well done, this is beyond what I could have ever wanted.'

The Khanum's voice came, I looked up through the mist and drizzle, yes the devil had come, and there she stood, in ruby red, matching her son, she glared down onto me from the balcony.

I said nothing, my fist clenching.

'Bow to your queen freak.' She spat.

I did not bow; I did nothing, my lips snarling, as I looked at the Shah whose forehead was covered in rubies upon a golden band.

The Khanum laughed, it came down upon me like the rain which now fell. My rage intensified.

'Oh, my son told me what he did to your sweethearts face, apparently he tells me you love her.' She cackled now, I was frozen to the spot, staring up.

'Oh is it possible for monsters to love? How very sweet.' She laughed again. 'But come, come, let us not ponder upon love, for we all know monster's do not do so. We are here with a dilemma monster, now you see, I have learnt recently of a man, who on my last visit managed to steal off me, I have now found this man and he is to be dealt with, we have him here, and I thought what a better way to deal with him, than your beautiful torture chambers.'

She leant back in her throne, smiling so widely I wanted to slash her face. But sweat was falling from me now, fear filling my every sense.

'I was under the impression the tortures were to be used for extreme cases. Not petty theft!' I roared back up through the rain.

'Silence! You will torture who I damn well tell you to! You must wonder why I allow you to keep your precious girl with you? Because believe me I can easily take away her life, I will happily lock the doors and burn the house with her inside, I know you like her voice, how would you like to hear her scream?' the Khanum said in that voice that made me fall to my knees.

'Good, I see you have finally bowed, bring him forward.' The Khanum shouted.

I was on my knees, my mind spinning so fast it was aching, I could not process a single thought, images of Christine being burnt, killed, and hurt all filled my mind. But the forefront was the thought of the man I was about to send to his probable death, I knew what it was like to suffer, and now this man was to.

A door opened and I turned to look, and saw two guards dragging a man on his knees, the man was dripping with sweat, his hair slightly long, just above his shoulders, and of a deep mahogany brown, almost chestnut, his eyes were deep brown also, showing me he was Persian, but his eyes were filled with fear, and pain.

'Leave him.' The Khanum shouted down through the drizzle to the guards, who dropped the man, who coughed violently, I now noticed his white shirt was splattered with blood, and my throat went tight.

I rose to my feet now, looking at the young man, he did not scream, did not shout, but sat crouching down on his knees, his hands bound behind his back.

'Gerogio Oragarni, you are a thief! A thief and you know it, but I being a merciful queen, have provided you with one last chance, you will be remembered with honour, here is my new toy, my torture chambers, and you dear Georgio will be the first to try them.' The Khanum licked her lips as she leant down, the rain pouring now.

I backed away, looking at the young man before me, no this wasn't right, he was only young, he had only stolen, a petty crime!

'My Queen, I have a son! My little boy, he is not even one, and what of my wife?' the young man begged, now I could see him panicking.

'Do I look like I care?' The Khanum bellowed. 'You stole from me, now I shall take from you.'

'But that was so very long ago! I will do anything, anything at all.' The Persian now screamed, tears own his face, I found myself completely frozen as I watched him thrash as the guards lifted him once more, dragging him to the torture chamber.

'Please, have mercy.' He screamed reaching for me, I staggered back, looking up at the Shah and Khanum, the Shah's face smiling like a cat that had got at the cream.

'No use begging for mercy from him, he is the creature that built these chambers.' The Shah laughed, the man was flung into the chamber, his hands un bound now, the guards slamming the black door.

'No!' I shouted at them, the stopped and looked at me fearfully. 'Have mercy on him! For god sake!' I roared up at the Khanum through the rain.

'Never! Now, let the tortures begin, you shall sit with me and watch freak.' The Khanum purred through the rain, the screams of the man began now, with violent sobs, the guards hurried away looking at the chambers walls which seemed to vibrate with the man's sobs.

'No! I would rather die than sit with you!' I shouted back, rage filling me, the rain distorting my vision.

But I could hear the bellowing laugh fill all around me.

'Like I would kill you, I would simply have my son take your lover in front of you!' The Khanum screeched back, the Shah licking his lips.

I felt my back be hit strongly with force, I fell to my knees, and jumped up turning, to see the guards, fear in their eyes as they looked upon me, I towered over them, sweat on my brow as I heard footsteps inside the chamber, knowing that the man would soon meet the first of the tortures. I looked up through the rain.

'I will escort myself.' I hissed at the guards, and flew up the stairs, my hands twitching ready to kill the Shah and his mother, their faces alight with joy as I stood before them, the slave girls who were paled faced and terrified, drenched in the rain all took a step back as I walked to the Shah and Khanum's side, the balcony providing a perfect view down into the chambers. I looked and saw the young man, now rising, sobbing loudly, and walking towards the room of heat, he staggered sobbing, calling for 'Hassan,' I felt a lump in my throat form, Hassan was obviously his son.

'Relax magician, watch your creation at work.' The Khanum purred, drinking from a large goblet, it was all so sickening, the screams began now, I looked down the rain creating a shield almost.

The young man was visibly in pain, the first chamber was black, entirely black, and on his entry to the room, without him knowing he had trod on a lever that caused the heat to rise, the room was rigged with steam, and boiling water, as soon as the lever was touched the heat rose.

The young man was slumped in the middle of the room, I could see him panting now, his face reddening, yes, he could not, but I could see that there was steam around the edges of the room, sweat poured from him despite the rain, he soon stripped his shirt from his back, showing me the heavy bruising, that was much the same as my darling Christine's face. Sick rose to my throat, I shot a look to the Khanum, my hands tightening around the balconies bar, the man was wheezing now, his sight deceiving him, as his body fitted now due to the extraordinary heat. I knew full well what was happening to him.

'Have mercy on him.' I shouted at the Khanum, I was shaking, twitching my body disgusted at my creation, hating myself, and it, wishing for us both to be destroyed.

'Never!' The Khanum screamed back at me, I was about to turn and flee down the steps when I felt a dagger poke my back, the Shah standing behind me, I turned savagely, ripping the dagger from his grasp.

'Put it down boy!' I roared, but there was a crack, an oh so familiar crack, and I fell to my knees, as I had done as a child, the lashing pain was similar, the strange stinging sensation, the licking of a whip.

'You will watch!' the Khanum cracked the whip again, across my back, causing me to screech. I rose to my feet, shaking to a point of near collapse, and lent over the balcony, considering the drop, wondering if I should end it all.

But then the first sickening scream came, I wobbled as I looked down, the man was now on the floor, the concrete stained red, that ruby red of blood. He was in the room of mirrors, I could see from where I stood the bloody hand prints on the mirrors themselves, the walls getting smaller and smaller, until they touched the young man who was face down, sobbing in his own blood, begging for Hassan to forgive him.

It then became very much like a dream, everything seemed to slow, I turned on my heel, knowing what I had to do, but as I did I saw the scene before me, the slave girls, the shivering young girls all sobbed, looking terrified, the politicians all back away in horror, their mouths covered.

The girls screamed and pointed, sending my mind into over drive, these screams I knew them, but also in the back of my strange blurred vision, I heard laughter, two tones of horrific laughter, they belonged to the Shah and the Khanum that I knew, as they laughed again, and again, I heard my pet name be called 'Magician,' but I did not come, the girls screamed and fled as I walked down to the stairs, dragging my feet, stumbling, what had I done? Sweet Jesus what had I done! I had created this, this monster, in some strange belief it would give me a release perhaps from my past, but now watching those tortures be inflicted upon another, I knew how wrong this all was. I fell against the post as I stood ground level with the chamber itself, it seemed to grin at me like some sickeningly ugly child, trying to make me proud, perhaps this feeling I was experiencing was like what my mother had when she looked upon me. My stomach was squirming, I was alone with the beast now.

I could not hear the screams any longer, but a strange clapping, they came from above me, and I looked up in my blurred vision to see the Khanum and Shah clapping.

'You have done me more than well. But you have one final task, remove his body, perhaps he is still alive, perhaps his family would like to see him now, and understand what traitors get.' That Khanum's voice came from behind my blurred eyes, from behind the curtain of rain. An object fell from her hands to my feet, a large diamond, I did not even pick it up.

'Well done, my angel of death.' She purred, turning away and leaving.

I did not even argue, I went to the flank of the chamber, and opened the door, folding over gagging, I couldn't do this, I could not bear to see this man.

I gave a sob at the thought, entering the chamber itself, the mirrors moved back into place at the press of a lever, I twitched and flinched at the sight of the hard glass, but then I looked down and saw him, the man who my creation has destroyed, he lay face down, his back dripping with sweat, and a puddle was surrounding him, of red blood. I avoided looking at the shards of mirror that lay around him also; I swayed at the thought of them.

I crashed to my knees, sobbing loudly, my mind a labyrinth, sending me over the edge, my past came back to me, every bad word, every bad look, scream, shout, they all came back, and Christine, oh my sweet darling, her face, her voice, she entered my mind as I sobbed in the blood of the man I had destroyed.

But then came a gargle. I looked down at him, he had to be dead surely. Oh god, it would be a crime if he wasn't. I turned him over, my hands shaking, and covered in blood.

His face, made me vomit, it hung pale, his eyes wide and fearful.

'H-hassan.' He coughed, blood coming from his mouth.

I sobbed.

'P-please, have mercy.' The man cried his lips bloody, I wiped the blood away, I was shaking all over, this seemed all too familiar.

'M-mercy.' He cried out, his hanging face twisting in pain.

Without knowing, the red rope was in my hand, the thin rope, it fit my hand beautifully, it felt second nature. I had to do this. I was sick again, the young man's body writhing in the blood.

'I' am the Angel of death, and I have come to show you mercy.' I sobbed, lacing the rope behind his sweaty neck.

'Th-thank you, my-my a-angel.' he sobbed, his hanging face shining.

I closed my eyes, sobbing, I pulled the rope hard, turning away.

Silence fell around me.

Heavy silence.

I looked down, the body beneath my hands now not moving, the pale hand covered in blood went limp in my own, I felt something small drop into my palm. I let the young man's body drop gently to the floor, I sobbed.

Allowing the emotions to leave me. I cried and cried, weeping like a baby, as I lay in the blood of the man I had theoretically tortured.

A little voice came into my head, one beautiful and pretty.

'Oh Erik, you'll always be my angel!' it giggled, it belonged to Christine.

I was an angel. Yes.

I was the most hideous angel of them all, the angel of death.

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Nadir's POV

I sat in the room with Amir and Christine, and I felt relaxed, which was strange as I had just removed a tube from my sons arm, and the young girls, which was full of her blood. I had twitched and felt sick at the blood which had trickled from my boys arm.

But only for a moment, and now as I looked it I realised that my boy, even with that little half an hour of blood from Christine, was looking less haggard, it was amazing, his skin although still deathly white, was not as grey and blue.

I watched as my boy was sleeping happily, I tucked him under the covers, he was beautiful, I loved him so much, he was so beautiful, and from there was hope, a tiny bit of hope, and I finally felt like my boy was returning to me, ever so slightly, he finally felt like he was back in my control. His breathing was less laboured, and looked now a little stronger.

I leant down and kissed his head, tucking him in tightly beneath the quilt, then turned to Christine.

She was surrounded by Erik's cloak of black, he little sequins on it glittering, the mass of material covering her entirely, she smiled at me, though she looked a little tired, her big navy eyes however still shone, and now I knew what with.

'So, Christine, what's this I hear about you loving Erik?' I asked this with a huge smile.

She gave a giggle, shuffling beneath his cloak.

'I love him Mr Khan, I love him so much.' She laughed.

I grinned at her, my heart leaping.

Happiness finally working its way back into my life. She loved him! She really did, I could tell from the way her little dimpled cheeks rose, and the way her eyes sparkled. I went over to her and embraced her, she was an angel, a true and utter angel. I loved her like she was my own daughter, I held her tightly as she giggled. I was careful not to touch her arm which was bleeding a little.

'You are an angel Christine, truly! You are helping my boy and you love Erik!' I said smiling at her, she grinned back, she was so young.

'Oh Mr Khan! I love them both and you too.' She smiled.

I sat back in my chair, a burning question on my mind'

'Do you not mind his face?' I said quietly.

'It's just a face. There are hundreds of faces out there, hundreds, I love him, and his face makes me love him more. I can't explain it Mr Khan, he is so beautiful, in everything he does, I love him so much, and my love can see pass his face!' She said sounding suddenly very strong, and not so much the young girl who had previously sat before me.

I smiled at her, shaking my head, she was doing what so many could not do, loving Erik. She saw passed his face and to his true inner beauty. It was a miracle, I knew she was only young, nearly half Erik's age, but she was strong she showed me that, and I had a feeling she would love him forever. A look and certain way about her showed me that, that Christine Daae would follow Erik to the ends of the Earth.

'You are a very special girl.' Was all I could say in my wonder.

The door opened down stairs, and I stood up, Christine leapt to her feet.

'Oh it might be Erik.' She beamed.

'Yes, and you stay here, he will have my head if he sees you jumping about!' I smiled at her, she sat back down.

I walked down the stairs, feeling strangely numb, it was odd, this love Christine had for Erik inspired hope within me, but as I reached the bottom of the stairs I felt a shiver go over me.

'Erik?' I called wondering where he was, hoping he wasn't doing his usual game of hide and seek, where he would take great delight in frightening me half to death.

But then I saw him, bent over in the door frame, vomiting and heaving in the door way.

I gasped, he must of heard, for he looked up, showing me not only the tears in his eyes, but the blood that was slashed across one of the cheeks of his stark white mask.

That red blood stained the red, and something told me this would stain the purity of the love Christine and Erik shared.

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