A/N: The Point of No Return has arrived. I hope it fulfills everyone's
expectations, but since that is never the case, I hope it at least comes
close. Enjoy...
Erik and Christina made quite a sight, they were both still sitting on the floor where Erik had fallen only minutes before. She was sure her dress was covered in thick layers of dust and dirt, but she did not care. She was leaning close to Erik, as if supporting him and holding him up with her mere presence. Erik's mind was ablaze with fear, it was though flames of anxiety were constantly leaping up and dousing and peace he had. She would leave him, he felt that her replies of faithfulness were just lies. He was painfully aware of that fact. Christine had betrayed him, wouldn't Christina do the same. Once he was unmasked there was nothing standing between his heart and inevitable rejection. Erik's fingers trembled as he slowly slipped the mask off. Tension filled the room. A cold draft of air his face. The cool air tickled the sensitive skin like a feather. He looked down at the woman standing before him. He'd thought before long ago that she was blind and could not hurt him if she screamed, but now she was the women of his heart. It would rip him literally in two if she even did as much as whimper. He breathed, practically having to force his lungs to perform. Erik tried to clear his mind. He looked into her eyes, they were wide. He stared at her hands, they were trembling.
"Don't be frightened...Mon Ange," He said. It was more of a plea than a request. "Dear mercy, don't scream" He begged silently.
He gently grasped her soft hand in his, and lifted it up ever so slowly to his face. He flinched as her fingers came in contact with his cheek. He cursed the fact that he was the owner of the hellish brand. He closed his eyes not willing to see her reaction. He heard her breath rush from her as she touched his mangled cheek. What she must think of him at this moment. "Monster! Demon! Beast! Your hands are not fit to touch her!" Those thoughts echoed through his dark mind. He struggled against them, trying to think of other things. Anything would be better than this. He'd rather hang himself than reduce her to having to feel his twisted face. Her silky fingers moved over his cheek with soft precision.
"Wicked creature of the shadows!" The voice whispered in his mind. He wanted to shout back at the voice in his head, but he resigned himself to silence. Her fingers touched his forehead. The damaged skin was worse there. He cringed, he knew that the left side of his face felt like the skin of a corpse. He felt like he was something dead, patched together to make a living being. At least that was how he looked to the world. A living breathing monster of the depths. All the screams and exclamations at his face from the past filled his mind with a giant cacophony of noise. His mother's screams of terror were the loudest in his mind.
He opened his eyes to give her a tortured glance. Her eyes stayed closed for what good would they do her? A single diamond of a tear lingered on her lashes. She was biting her lip so hard she drew a tiny droplet of blood. Her hand dropped to her side once more. Christina was trembling uncontrollably now, her body shook with screams of anguish, but she dared not let one sound escape her lips. It would kill Erik to hear her scream in terror. He grasped her shoulders gently.
"Mon ange, I know it is horrible," He whispered his voice coarse with emotions. "Forgive me I should not have showed you," She shook her head ever so slightly as if she was disagreeing with him. She lifted both of her hands to his face and cupped them so that his chin rested in her soft palms. She leaned closer to him and slowly placed a kiss on his marred cheek. A tear slipped from his eyes and fell against her hands.
"Don't cry," She whispered. He gathered his wits enough to realize something.
"Leave me. You deserve better than this," He said bitterly drawing back away from her. She should not be here with him.
"I will never leave you,"
"You need someone who can give you a better life than underground in a dark hole with man who has a face of a monster,"
"I don't want anything else," She said softly. Her head leaned closer to his.
"Yes you do," He said. He could smell her sweet rose perfume as she drew closer to him. Her fingers once again found his face. This was his undoing. He couldn't let her give her love to him...she couldn't give her heart to him. She deserved so much better. He stared at her. Her love was clear, it was written on her face and in her eyes. He finally gave up the struggle to keep a barrier around himself. He placed his hand against her palm on his cheek, and leaned closer to her. Her lips found his. Such passion and love had never been shown in a kiss before. His lips had never felt such softness before. His body trembled with human contact. A peaceful sensation swept up from his soul. He lingered, his lips on hers for many moments. Finally his hand captured her chin, and he slowly drew away from her. On her lips was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen her give him. She slowly leaned towards him to kiss him again, suddenly he realized he was unmasked. Even though she had already felt his face against her skin he did not want her have to endure the sensation of touching a corpse ever again. He reached for his mask. He began to place it back on when Christina place her hand on his, her fingers brushed the white material of his mask.
"No," She whispered and gently took the mask from him. She smiled at him tenderly. Her blind eyes shone with passion. "You'll never need to wear that again," She leaned back in and captured him in another kiss. The mask lay forgotten the floor...
A/N: I don't believe in putting THE END at the end of a story. I feel like Erik and Christina's love will never end even after they die. This is just the beginning chapter of the rest of their lives...
Erik and Christina made quite a sight, they were both still sitting on the floor where Erik had fallen only minutes before. She was sure her dress was covered in thick layers of dust and dirt, but she did not care. She was leaning close to Erik, as if supporting him and holding him up with her mere presence. Erik's mind was ablaze with fear, it was though flames of anxiety were constantly leaping up and dousing and peace he had. She would leave him, he felt that her replies of faithfulness were just lies. He was painfully aware of that fact. Christine had betrayed him, wouldn't Christina do the same. Once he was unmasked there was nothing standing between his heart and inevitable rejection. Erik's fingers trembled as he slowly slipped the mask off. Tension filled the room. A cold draft of air his face. The cool air tickled the sensitive skin like a feather. He looked down at the woman standing before him. He'd thought before long ago that she was blind and could not hurt him if she screamed, but now she was the women of his heart. It would rip him literally in two if she even did as much as whimper. He breathed, practically having to force his lungs to perform. Erik tried to clear his mind. He looked into her eyes, they were wide. He stared at her hands, they were trembling.
"Don't be frightened...Mon Ange," He said. It was more of a plea than a request. "Dear mercy, don't scream" He begged silently.
He gently grasped her soft hand in his, and lifted it up ever so slowly to his face. He flinched as her fingers came in contact with his cheek. He cursed the fact that he was the owner of the hellish brand. He closed his eyes not willing to see her reaction. He heard her breath rush from her as she touched his mangled cheek. What she must think of him at this moment. "Monster! Demon! Beast! Your hands are not fit to touch her!" Those thoughts echoed through his dark mind. He struggled against them, trying to think of other things. Anything would be better than this. He'd rather hang himself than reduce her to having to feel his twisted face. Her silky fingers moved over his cheek with soft precision.
"Wicked creature of the shadows!" The voice whispered in his mind. He wanted to shout back at the voice in his head, but he resigned himself to silence. Her fingers touched his forehead. The damaged skin was worse there. He cringed, he knew that the left side of his face felt like the skin of a corpse. He felt like he was something dead, patched together to make a living being. At least that was how he looked to the world. A living breathing monster of the depths. All the screams and exclamations at his face from the past filled his mind with a giant cacophony of noise. His mother's screams of terror were the loudest in his mind.
He opened his eyes to give her a tortured glance. Her eyes stayed closed for what good would they do her? A single diamond of a tear lingered on her lashes. She was biting her lip so hard she drew a tiny droplet of blood. Her hand dropped to her side once more. Christina was trembling uncontrollably now, her body shook with screams of anguish, but she dared not let one sound escape her lips. It would kill Erik to hear her scream in terror. He grasped her shoulders gently.
"Mon ange, I know it is horrible," He whispered his voice coarse with emotions. "Forgive me I should not have showed you," She shook her head ever so slightly as if she was disagreeing with him. She lifted both of her hands to his face and cupped them so that his chin rested in her soft palms. She leaned closer to him and slowly placed a kiss on his marred cheek. A tear slipped from his eyes and fell against her hands.
"Don't cry," She whispered. He gathered his wits enough to realize something.
"Leave me. You deserve better than this," He said bitterly drawing back away from her. She should not be here with him.
"I will never leave you,"
"You need someone who can give you a better life than underground in a dark hole with man who has a face of a monster,"
"I don't want anything else," She said softly. Her head leaned closer to his.
"Yes you do," He said. He could smell her sweet rose perfume as she drew closer to him. Her fingers once again found his face. This was his undoing. He couldn't let her give her love to him...she couldn't give her heart to him. She deserved so much better. He stared at her. Her love was clear, it was written on her face and in her eyes. He finally gave up the struggle to keep a barrier around himself. He placed his hand against her palm on his cheek, and leaned closer to her. Her lips found his. Such passion and love had never been shown in a kiss before. His lips had never felt such softness before. His body trembled with human contact. A peaceful sensation swept up from his soul. He lingered, his lips on hers for many moments. Finally his hand captured her chin, and he slowly drew away from her. On her lips was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen her give him. She slowly leaned towards him to kiss him again, suddenly he realized he was unmasked. Even though she had already felt his face against her skin he did not want her have to endure the sensation of touching a corpse ever again. He reached for his mask. He began to place it back on when Christina place her hand on his, her fingers brushed the white material of his mask.
"No," She whispered and gently took the mask from him. She smiled at him tenderly. Her blind eyes shone with passion. "You'll never need to wear that again," She leaned back in and captured him in another kiss. The mask lay forgotten the floor...
A/N: I don't believe in putting THE END at the end of a story. I feel like Erik and Christina's love will never end even after they die. This is just the beginning chapter of the rest of their lives...