Author's Note: Sorry for the lack of updates…High School, whoever knew it would take up so much time…anyway, now for more of this story
It was the fourth night of Christine and Raoul's honeymoon and the fourth night in a row that Raoul had not slept for Christine's calling of Erik's name. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to shake Christine and yell at her with the passion of a dying lover, "WHY? Why do you still love him? Why can you not love me?"
He loved Christine, so much. It was a constant ache in his heart that she did not love him. He brushed a curl out of her eyes and whispered, "Christine, you are my heart's only love." And then silently slipped out of bed and into a dressing gown.
He made his way out of the room and onto the beach, letting the salty sea water lap over his feet, "Erik, why?" he cried, tears streaming down his face, "Erik, you hold her still, you know that, and you mock me. How can I fight a ghost? It can't be done…it can't be done."
With that Raoul sat down in the ocean and looked up at the sky whose bright stars seemed to laugh at him and mock him.
"I cannot…" he cried, "I cannot fight you Erik. This isn't fair, you are a pitiless monster, even in death."
"But Monsieur," came a voice from behind him, "Why are you so sure that I am dead? Oh I live Monsieur, I live in you heart as I live in Christine's. Now Monsieur, I tell you, the only way to kill me, is to kill Christine, yourself, Madame Giry, and all who know of me. All who hold me in their hearts will give me life."
Raoul turned around and found nobody behind him.
"Did you not hear me Monsieur? I have no physical form, but until they are dead, The Angel's voice will be heard! You speak of being fair Monsieur, oh but how is my fate fair? You have her. You have all I love. Monsieur you will never know unfairness. Monsieur le Vicomte, you cannot know injustice. You cannot win Monsieur, nothing you can do."
"So…" said Raoul, remembering the words from so long ago, "So it is to be war between us, but this time, clever friend, the disaster will be yours!"
With that, as though by magic, rain began to fall upon the beach drawing Raoul back to his room with Christine, a fire of madness burning behind his eyes.
