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Erik looked down at his hands. The blood of his darling Christine were upon them. But it was not he who had spilled her blood. It was that fool boy, acting out of rage and jealousy.
"You're going to get us all killed, now!" He sneered at the Viscount.
"Come, come now, Monsieur." He smiled, wiping the blood from his mouth from where the Phantom had struck him, a hint of madness in his pale blue eyes. "There was a struggle. You grabbed my pistol and fired, not caring whom you shot. Unfortunately, the bullet pierced poor Mademoiselle Daae'." He gestured towards Christine, shrugging it off as if it didn't matter to him. Christine let out a stifled sob in seeing his aloofness.
"You monster" She whispered. "How could you?" Her hand rose up to the makeshift bandage Erik had attentively applied to her shoulder.
"I'm the monster, Christine!?"" He moved to approach her, but Erik blocked his way. "This… this... thing has murdered people!" He ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair, trying to keep whatever grasp of reality he had left.
Christine looked up at her angel, but he couldn't look her in the eye. Raoul's statements were true. He had murdered. But, he had never harmed her. He wouldn't even dream of it. His hands were always so gentle, so kind when they regarded her. Perhaps he wasn't the most pristine when it came to obliging society, but he was her dark angel. He loved her more then anything on this very earth. And he would do anything for her. Neither one could take back the past, neither one could bring back Piangi, or Buquet. But she knew that her love would save him. Bring him from his black existence. She knew his hands again, because of her love, would never spill blood. Unless, of course, someone were to harm her. She looked to Raoul as another whack of the ax bombarded the door.
"True. He has killed. But he has never used me as bait in a trap… " She winced, the pain in her shoulder almost blinding. "He never harmed me!"
Raoul lunged for Christine but Erik grabbed him before he even got close. His hands were in a death grip around the Viscount's ruined shirt as he slammed him up against an unyielding drape covered stonewall. Fear etched into Raoul's face as the Phantom's horrid visage loomed over him, unspoken threats gleaming from his mismatched eyes. With a swift jerk of Erik's hands, Raoul's head cracked against the wall and everything went black.
"Erik… no!" Christine reached out.
"I didn't. I know you wouldn't want me to." Erik lowered the unconscious boy to the ground.
"Though I would gladly, just for what he did to you." He whispered, inaudibly.
He looked down at his fallen rival for a moment, before returning to Christine's side. The final blow cursed through the lair, as the sound of splintering wood exploded.
"We need to leave… NOW!" He kneeled beside his beloved and took her in his arms. She whimpered softly at the searing pain in her shoulder, but threw her uninjured arm around her angel's neck, pausing to touch his soft dark hair as he lifted her precariously. He made his way through a door that would remain unseen by the untrained eye, but turned to look at the scene they left behind. This would not prove to be good. Christine gone, a missing source of blood, and a unconscious Viscount? He could almost hear the conclusions that would be falsely made. Christine would be assumed kidnapped, possibly dead by the Phantom's hands. Raoul left for dead. No, this was most assuredly not good. Never would they dream that Erik spirited his love away after her charming young man shot her! But he didn't have time to worry about this now. They had to flee.
Erik looked down at his hands. The blood of his darling Christine were upon them. But it was not he who had spilled her blood. It was that fool boy, acting out of rage and jealousy.
"You're going to get us all killed, now!" He sneered at the Viscount.
"Come, come now, Monsieur." He smiled, wiping the blood from his mouth from where the Phantom had struck him, a hint of madness in his pale blue eyes. "There was a struggle. You grabbed my pistol and fired, not caring whom you shot. Unfortunately, the bullet pierced poor Mademoiselle Daae'." He gestured towards Christine, shrugging it off as if it didn't matter to him. Christine let out a stifled sob in seeing his aloofness.
"You monster" She whispered. "How could you?" Her hand rose up to the makeshift bandage Erik had attentively applied to her shoulder.
"I'm the monster, Christine!?"" He moved to approach her, but Erik blocked his way. "This… this... thing has murdered people!" He ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair, trying to keep whatever grasp of reality he had left.
Christine looked up at her angel, but he couldn't look her in the eye. Raoul's statements were true. He had murdered. But, he had never harmed her. He wouldn't even dream of it. His hands were always so gentle, so kind when they regarded her. Perhaps he wasn't the most pristine when it came to obliging society, but he was her dark angel. He loved her more then anything on this very earth. And he would do anything for her. Neither one could take back the past, neither one could bring back Piangi, or Buquet. But she knew that her love would save him. Bring him from his black existence. She knew his hands again, because of her love, would never spill blood. Unless, of course, someone were to harm her. She looked to Raoul as another whack of the ax bombarded the door.
"True. He has killed. But he has never used me as bait in a trap… " She winced, the pain in her shoulder almost blinding. "He never harmed me!"
Raoul lunged for Christine but Erik grabbed him before he even got close. His hands were in a death grip around the Viscount's ruined shirt as he slammed him up against an unyielding drape covered stonewall. Fear etched into Raoul's face as the Phantom's horrid visage loomed over him, unspoken threats gleaming from his mismatched eyes. With a swift jerk of Erik's hands, Raoul's head cracked against the wall and everything went black.
"Erik… no!" Christine reached out.
"I didn't. I know you wouldn't want me to." Erik lowered the unconscious boy to the ground.
"Though I would gladly, just for what he did to you." He whispered, inaudibly.
He looked down at his fallen rival for a moment, before returning to Christine's side. The final blow cursed through the lair, as the sound of splintering wood exploded.
"We need to leave… NOW!" He kneeled beside his beloved and took her in his arms. She whimpered softly at the searing pain in her shoulder, but threw her uninjured arm around her angel's neck, pausing to touch his soft dark hair as he lifted her precariously. He made his way through a door that would remain unseen by the untrained eye, but turned to look at the scene they left behind. This would not prove to be good. Christine gone, a missing source of blood, and a unconscious Viscount? He could almost hear the conclusions that would be falsely made. Christine would be assumed kidnapped, possibly dead by the Phantom's hands. Raoul left for dead. No, this was most assuredly not good. Never would they dream that Erik spirited his love away after her charming young man shot her! But he didn't have time to worry about this now. They had to flee.