Author: Delilah Draken
E-Mail: delilahsdarkness@yahoo.de
Website: www.delilahsdarkness.de.vu
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Fandom: Star Wars, The Phantom of the Opera
Pairing(s): n/a (for now)
Sequel/Series: n/a
Status: Work In Progress
Started: April 01, 2004 - 22:58 hrs
Finished: n/a
Disclaimer: The stories are mine. All the rest - characters and locations you've heard of in TV shows, movies, books etc - belong to their respective owners. I am just borrowing them.
Summary: What is Dark and what is Light? How do you chose your path? Is it even possible, or is everything already decided?
Warnings: Now it happened. I finally crossed the border to insanity. Why, you may ask. The answer is simple. You find before you one of the first - if not the first Star Wars/The Phantom of the Opera crossover. May George Lucas, Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber have mercy with my soul.
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Delilah Draken
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Anakin (A Nal Kin, Anha Jom); old ritual title, probably of Tusken origin, in today's society often used as a name - Brothers of the Suns, Children of Darkness, Two Sides of the same truth - Twins; also see: Al Jah, Can Jar, Carnor Jax
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~ Prologue ~
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I am dead.
I am dead and in heaven.
It has to be.
Why else would I be at this place? Why else would I have travelled through the boundaries of reality to return to the one place I longed to return to for my whole miserable life? And as I know that the place I always thought of as home, the planet I was born on, this eternal dust ball whose sky is alighted with two suns, is nothing more than a product of my imagination, the answer is quite simple. I have to be dead. Presumably due to a massive head wound.
This would explain why I'm hallucinating on this great scale.
Yes, I'm dead and in heaven.
Why else would I have left my own domain hidden in the shadows of my opera's beauty? Why else would I be here in I assume a hangar bay and gape at a masked man?
And why the hell, do I have the distinctive feeling that I know this creature of darkness?
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A scream of denial was on the boy's lips, barely threatening to come out, as he came to be witness of an old prophecy's end. Just moments ago he saw his friend Kenobi being killed by none other than the Dark Lord himself, and now...
Now there was no Obi-Wan Kenobi anymore. No more stories of the Jedi from old Ben. No more lessons about a Force he didn't believe in anyway, but had to know more about because it was his one link to his long dead father. No more old insane General Kenobi. There was nothing left of him. Just nothing.
But merely a second later there stood a man in place of an old knights corpse. A man who if not for his totally different choice of garment could be the Dark Lord's twin brother.
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"Merde" the strange man whispered as he turned his head to observe his surroundings. No obvious route to escape. Great. Just bloody great.
Than he saw it. An open gateway. His path to freedom. All he had to do was to get around the costumed fellow in front of him.
"Is this costume supposed to be intimidating, Monsieur? Because if that is the case, I advise you to find a new tailor"
With these words he walked around the masked man. At least that is what he tried. But a blood red glowing stick was blocking his way.
He just looked at the obviously as a weapon intended red... thing.
"A word of good intention, Monsieur. Don't make me angry. You wouldn't find the experience much to your liking."
"You are either insane or very confident in you abilities." A somewhat distorted voice answered. He only nodded and resumed walking, the red barrier had already vanished.
"Good that we understand each other, my friend." The stranger said as he crossed the threshold of a room which was no real room. But he didn't know that at the moment.
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"Who are you?"
The boy is getting annoying. Someone should make him shut up.
"I am Erik." I tell the child. For he is nothing but a child, despite his years.
"And that is supposed to explain everything, right?" the princess asks. Of course, little girl. That is all the answer you are going to get from me.
"Just throw him out the air lock. He's obviously one of Vader men or he wouldn't have survived that meeting with Tall, Dark and Deadly."
Tall, Dark and Deadly. That amuses me. Really, it does. I remember a time when I was called something similar. The memory makes me laugh.
"What is so funny?" the rude captain of this beautiful vessel demands to know, trying to give his wish some depth with the nuzzle of his weapon under my chin.
"You, Monsieur, trying to be so brave, to show no fear when all you want to do at this moment is run home to mama and hide behind her skirts."
That makes the captain, Solo I think his name is, step away from me. The princess doesn't look so confident anymore as well. Only the boy still has this gleam of curiosity in his eyes.
How I hate it when they look at me like that. Like I am nothing more than a piece of laboratory equipment. Like I will tolerate it as they cut me open to see what is inside.
"Who are you?" he asks again. And this time I answer with the truth. The one truth I didn't speak out loud since I was eight years old. The name I didn't use since was forced to leave my home under the twin suns.
"Anakin Skywalker." At least, it shuts him up...