Disclaimer : I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Gaston
Leroux.
Alain Choletti and Gerard Carriere belong to Misters Yeston and Kopit. I make no money out of this, it is purely for entertainment.
Author's note : This is just a little add-on to the TV mini series starring Charles Dance and Terri Polo. I always regretted the absence of the masked ball in that version. Just to situate you in the story, here is a little summary of what happens before the added scene : Christine is taken by Erik to his underground home. He takes her out for a picnic in his underground forest, she then convinces him to remove his mask. She faints, he goes berserk and locks her up in a cell. She breaks out and escapes Erik. This is where I change the story. Instead of escaping, Christine is caught by Erik, and read the story to find out what happens next.
1 Christine's point of view
I managed to open the lock, but I had to run away. God only knew what he would do in his state of insane rage. I had never seen him like that, he had always been so gentle, so kind with me. The worst was that I could not even blame him for his behavior. I had brought it all upon myself, like the silly girl I was. I made my way to the stairs, being careful not to attract his attention. He was destroying the boat, the lovely boat he had used to bring me to his house the first time. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. The sounds of destruction stopped, and rapid foot steps were heard instead. He was running after me again. I would not, I could not let him catch me. He would do something terrible in his anger. I ran through endless corridors, not knowing where to go. I climbed every stairs I could find. The higher I went, the closer I would be to the surface. He was faster than I, he would catch up soon. I hid behind a pillar, clasping a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound of my breathing. He stopped running too. He was looking about the room. I saw his hand crawling around the pillar concealing me. I dashed down the hall, trying desperately to distance him. Another staircase, he was not far behind. I would have hit myself for what happened next if I had not knocked been knocked out first. I tripped on the edge of my gown and fell down the stairs. My head hit the ground, and the last thing I saw before oblivion engulfed me were his eyes glaring at me from behind his black mask.
2 Erik's point of view
I was completely lost in my black mood. Foolish, silly Christine! How could I have thought she could actually look at my face and smile. Nobody could do that. I didn't need to wonder how she knew about my mother. Gerard must have told her. I knocked down one of the carousel horses in the water. Damn her. Damn her! I became vaguely aware of foot steps hurrying away. She had broken out of the cell! She would not get away so easily. I tore off after her, not caring in the least if I ran across Gerard again. She was fast, but not enough to lose me. I arrived into a pillared room. The sound of her running had stopped. She was hiding in the room. I was careful not to make any noise, that way she could not tell where I was. I slid my hand around the last column, and a white clad figure darted off and up the stairs. I followed suit. I would not let her get away. No one who had seen my face was allowed to leave the cellars. I heard a scream, and then a tumbling sound. I rushed forward. She was lying at the foot of the stairs, a faint line of blood trickling down her forehead. She looked at me with clouded eyes, and passed out.
3 Christine's point of view
I was disoriented at first. I could not remember anything. Where was I? My head was pounding and cold. My leg hurt too. What had happened? It all came back in a rush : running away from Erik, falling down the stairs, and then nothing. I tried to sit up, but I was pushed down by two gentle hands. Someone was applying a damp cloth to my forehead. That explained the coldness. I was lying in a bed. My vision cleared somewhat after a minute. I was in a comfortable room lighted by many candles. Was I back at my flat? I blinked a few times to clear my vision, and saw that I wasn't in my flat at all. I was in my room in the house by the lake. Erik was carefully dabbing at my face with a wet cloth. I saw it was stained with blood. Erik was wearing a mask I had not seen before. It was white, with a black tear below each eye. Pierrot, I thought. Strange how he had a mask for each of his moods, but it made sense, he could not show his face, he had to have another way of showing his emotions. He dipped the cloth in a bowl of water on a nearby table and resumed cleaning up my face. I closed my eyes with a sigh, the cool water was soothing my headache. He reached out with his other hand to run his thumb across my cheek. I glanced up at him. I wanted to apologize, to say how sorry I was : "Erik I…" He silenced me by placing his thumb on my lips. I then realized what I had done. I was not supposed to know his name, he had never told me what it was. He did not seem surprised. I sat up against my pillows. He put the cloth away and got up. "It was a bad fall you took my dear. You twisted your ankle. I suggest you rest now." He said simply before going back to his own room. I noticed that my foot was bandaged. I heard the sound of his flute floating through the door. I lied down, allowing myself to be lulled to sleep by his enchanted music.
4 Erik's point of view
I kneeled down next to her, my anger melting away like snow in the sun. My poor child. I picked her up slowly, weary of injuring her further. I carried her back to my house. It would do her no good to stay here and freeze. I laid her in her bed carefully and proceeded to examine her. Nothing broken, that was a relief. Her left foot was swelling up. I felt the bone to ascertain it was sound. Only twisted, thank God. I quickly bandaged her foot, and looked at the cut on her head. It was not too deep. A bad bruise, a small cut and a bump, nothing alarming. I went to my room to fetch a bowl and a washcloth to clean her up. I paused before my dresser and mechanically replaced my black mask with my Pierrot mask. I filled the bowl with cold water and went back to Christine. I washed the blood first. I did not want her golden hair to be stained. I did not want to leave her, even after I was done. I kept dabbing at her face with the cloth gently. She was so pretty when she was asleep. As I dabbed the cloth to her cheek, a few drops fell on her neck. I watched as one of the drops went down the length of neck, stopping at the hollow of her throat. I felt something stir in the pit of my stomach, and shook my head. Now was not the time for such thoughts. Suddenly she frowned, and her eyes fluttered open. She was waking up. She tried to sit up but I pushed her down. She was in no state to get up now. She blinked, and stared up at me. Her eyes darted around the room. She seemed lost. Perhaps she hit her head harder than I had thought. I put the cloth back to her forehead. She sighed and closed her eyes. I reached out to stroke her cheek. She looked up at me, she started to say something. "Erik I…" I put my thumb to her lips, not letting her continue. So Gerard had told her my name as well, I thought. She sat up again, I did not restrain her this time. I got up and turned away. "It was a bad fall you took my dear. You twisted your ankle. I suggest you rest now." I said before going back to my room. My eyes drifted to my flute. Playing would sooth my nerves, I thought. I picked up the instrument and brought it to my mouth, losing myself in the music.
To be continued.
Author's note : I know Erik is a little bolder than he is supposed to be, but that is how the movie depicted him. Also, he has many masks. One he wears all the time, and some he puts over that one. There will be more allusions to that in later chapters. If I get at least 10 reviews, I will continued that story.
Alain Choletti and Gerard Carriere belong to Misters Yeston and Kopit. I make no money out of this, it is purely for entertainment.
Author's note : This is just a little add-on to the TV mini series starring Charles Dance and Terri Polo. I always regretted the absence of the masked ball in that version. Just to situate you in the story, here is a little summary of what happens before the added scene : Christine is taken by Erik to his underground home. He takes her out for a picnic in his underground forest, she then convinces him to remove his mask. She faints, he goes berserk and locks her up in a cell. She breaks out and escapes Erik. This is where I change the story. Instead of escaping, Christine is caught by Erik, and read the story to find out what happens next.
1 Christine's point of view
I managed to open the lock, but I had to run away. God only knew what he would do in his state of insane rage. I had never seen him like that, he had always been so gentle, so kind with me. The worst was that I could not even blame him for his behavior. I had brought it all upon myself, like the silly girl I was. I made my way to the stairs, being careful not to attract his attention. He was destroying the boat, the lovely boat he had used to bring me to his house the first time. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. The sounds of destruction stopped, and rapid foot steps were heard instead. He was running after me again. I would not, I could not let him catch me. He would do something terrible in his anger. I ran through endless corridors, not knowing where to go. I climbed every stairs I could find. The higher I went, the closer I would be to the surface. He was faster than I, he would catch up soon. I hid behind a pillar, clasping a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound of my breathing. He stopped running too. He was looking about the room. I saw his hand crawling around the pillar concealing me. I dashed down the hall, trying desperately to distance him. Another staircase, he was not far behind. I would have hit myself for what happened next if I had not knocked been knocked out first. I tripped on the edge of my gown and fell down the stairs. My head hit the ground, and the last thing I saw before oblivion engulfed me were his eyes glaring at me from behind his black mask.
2 Erik's point of view
I was completely lost in my black mood. Foolish, silly Christine! How could I have thought she could actually look at my face and smile. Nobody could do that. I didn't need to wonder how she knew about my mother. Gerard must have told her. I knocked down one of the carousel horses in the water. Damn her. Damn her! I became vaguely aware of foot steps hurrying away. She had broken out of the cell! She would not get away so easily. I tore off after her, not caring in the least if I ran across Gerard again. She was fast, but not enough to lose me. I arrived into a pillared room. The sound of her running had stopped. She was hiding in the room. I was careful not to make any noise, that way she could not tell where I was. I slid my hand around the last column, and a white clad figure darted off and up the stairs. I followed suit. I would not let her get away. No one who had seen my face was allowed to leave the cellars. I heard a scream, and then a tumbling sound. I rushed forward. She was lying at the foot of the stairs, a faint line of blood trickling down her forehead. She looked at me with clouded eyes, and passed out.
3 Christine's point of view
I was disoriented at first. I could not remember anything. Where was I? My head was pounding and cold. My leg hurt too. What had happened? It all came back in a rush : running away from Erik, falling down the stairs, and then nothing. I tried to sit up, but I was pushed down by two gentle hands. Someone was applying a damp cloth to my forehead. That explained the coldness. I was lying in a bed. My vision cleared somewhat after a minute. I was in a comfortable room lighted by many candles. Was I back at my flat? I blinked a few times to clear my vision, and saw that I wasn't in my flat at all. I was in my room in the house by the lake. Erik was carefully dabbing at my face with a wet cloth. I saw it was stained with blood. Erik was wearing a mask I had not seen before. It was white, with a black tear below each eye. Pierrot, I thought. Strange how he had a mask for each of his moods, but it made sense, he could not show his face, he had to have another way of showing his emotions. He dipped the cloth in a bowl of water on a nearby table and resumed cleaning up my face. I closed my eyes with a sigh, the cool water was soothing my headache. He reached out with his other hand to run his thumb across my cheek. I glanced up at him. I wanted to apologize, to say how sorry I was : "Erik I…" He silenced me by placing his thumb on my lips. I then realized what I had done. I was not supposed to know his name, he had never told me what it was. He did not seem surprised. I sat up against my pillows. He put the cloth away and got up. "It was a bad fall you took my dear. You twisted your ankle. I suggest you rest now." He said simply before going back to his own room. I noticed that my foot was bandaged. I heard the sound of his flute floating through the door. I lied down, allowing myself to be lulled to sleep by his enchanted music.
4 Erik's point of view
I kneeled down next to her, my anger melting away like snow in the sun. My poor child. I picked her up slowly, weary of injuring her further. I carried her back to my house. It would do her no good to stay here and freeze. I laid her in her bed carefully and proceeded to examine her. Nothing broken, that was a relief. Her left foot was swelling up. I felt the bone to ascertain it was sound. Only twisted, thank God. I quickly bandaged her foot, and looked at the cut on her head. It was not too deep. A bad bruise, a small cut and a bump, nothing alarming. I went to my room to fetch a bowl and a washcloth to clean her up. I paused before my dresser and mechanically replaced my black mask with my Pierrot mask. I filled the bowl with cold water and went back to Christine. I washed the blood first. I did not want her golden hair to be stained. I did not want to leave her, even after I was done. I kept dabbing at her face with the cloth gently. She was so pretty when she was asleep. As I dabbed the cloth to her cheek, a few drops fell on her neck. I watched as one of the drops went down the length of neck, stopping at the hollow of her throat. I felt something stir in the pit of my stomach, and shook my head. Now was not the time for such thoughts. Suddenly she frowned, and her eyes fluttered open. She was waking up. She tried to sit up but I pushed her down. She was in no state to get up now. She blinked, and stared up at me. Her eyes darted around the room. She seemed lost. Perhaps she hit her head harder than I had thought. I put the cloth back to her forehead. She sighed and closed her eyes. I reached out to stroke her cheek. She looked up at me, she started to say something. "Erik I…" I put my thumb to her lips, not letting her continue. So Gerard had told her my name as well, I thought. She sat up again, I did not restrain her this time. I got up and turned away. "It was a bad fall you took my dear. You twisted your ankle. I suggest you rest now." I said before going back to my room. My eyes drifted to my flute. Playing would sooth my nerves, I thought. I picked up the instrument and brought it to my mouth, losing myself in the music.
To be continued.
Author's note : I know Erik is a little bolder than he is supposed to be, but that is how the movie depicted him. Also, he has many masks. One he wears all the time, and some he puts over that one. There will be more allusions to that in later chapters. If I get at least 10 reviews, I will continued that story.