Chapter 1-
You have no idea how hard it was not to kill him. That monster that had
only one wish, to deflower my precious Christine and make her his trophy
wife. But if I had murdered him like he so readily deserved, as all my
victims do, it would have broken my beauty's heart and she would have
wasted away to death. I could never do that to the only woman I had ever
loved.
So in her stead, I would waste away to death, or so was my plan when I dragged her love from certain death. She loved him, not me. Life just wasn't worth living any longer. I let them go.
Thus I lay down in my bleak coffin and prepared for death to take me to the devil, but it was the devil himself who took me to death. I slept, ignoring the pangs of hunger or any other bodily need, twisting and turning, urging for it all to end, begging for hell, longing for her.
Instead, I got him, a dashing young man with long dark hair and pale skin to rival my own, though his was not yellowed but beautiful. He came after all strength had left me and my life held on but by a string. He walked in laughing, scaring me as he lit the lights. I heard his footsteps slowly getting closer to me.
"Well, well, well, is it not the infamous Phantom of the Opera? Murderous, merciless, devil who slaughters all forms of life, seeking revenge on God who cursed your life and birthed you with this hideous face. I must say it is a true honor to be in such an exquisite man's presents," he loomed over me, staring down with bright blue eyes. "But perhaps, the ever terrible Lucifer has pity, or a heart rather. It was beautiful what you did for Christine Daae and her lover Raoul. Though some begin to think you have lost you touch!"
At that he began to laugh again, throwing his head back violently and pulling me out of my coffin. I did not attempt to fight back, as most would do, but rather hoped this man was out to kill me, too get this unwanted life done with.
"Some might also believe you haven't a tongue, but those who have heard you sing would beg to differ. You are a sad creature. It's hard to believe you are the cause of death to so many people, the person to whom so many seek revenge upon. I look upon that grotesque mask you call a face and wonder why God blessed you with a curse. I wonder why I wish to make all of your nightmares cease," he had laid me on the ground and stooped over me.
My throat was tired from lack of use recently so I whispered, "If wish to eradicate me, please do so soon. For I have an important date with the demons of the underworld and they do not like to be kept waiting."
"Ah, so you are not mute! As for your very important date, I am afraid it with just have to wait. You my friend are going to my experiment. I have never made another vampire before in my mere hundred years of existence as one and would very much like to make you one," he replied.
What small amount of energy I had left I transferred to my limbs and attempted to push myself, but I would not budge.
"Don't waste you strength on such a futile attempt. You are now damned to walk this world for eternity, weeping those tears from that revolting visage, killing even more than you have ever dreamt. On the sunny side, your dear Christine will become a blur in the many things that you will see, the many faces you will kill," He bent even closer to me.
For the first time since Christine had fled from me for the last time I felt the urge to kill. My eyes darted around my room for that cursed noose, but it must have been in my parlor where last I had placed it.
"It's time, Erik. Take a last look around with your mortal eyes if you will. It's a pity you hardly went into sunlight, you'll never have the opportunity again. Say goodbye to day and hello to never ending light," he leaned back onto his knees and began chanting something in Latin.
While I do speak Latin, at the time I just laid there not paying any attention, catching tidbits of the incantation here and there. At last he to a silver dagger he had had attached to his belt and cut his arm and then mine in the same place. He pressed the two wounds together and held them there for a while, I was not counting. He pulled away and immediately pain stretched over my body as if I were trapped in something ten times smaller than I.
I wreathed on the floor, screaming with such a strength I never knew I had. The vampire began to laugh, showing me his ivory fangs and licking around his wound as it healed swiftly. Everything began to grow dark, and sound was like that of a tunnel. I passed out.
So in her stead, I would waste away to death, or so was my plan when I dragged her love from certain death. She loved him, not me. Life just wasn't worth living any longer. I let them go.
Thus I lay down in my bleak coffin and prepared for death to take me to the devil, but it was the devil himself who took me to death. I slept, ignoring the pangs of hunger or any other bodily need, twisting and turning, urging for it all to end, begging for hell, longing for her.
Instead, I got him, a dashing young man with long dark hair and pale skin to rival my own, though his was not yellowed but beautiful. He came after all strength had left me and my life held on but by a string. He walked in laughing, scaring me as he lit the lights. I heard his footsteps slowly getting closer to me.
"Well, well, well, is it not the infamous Phantom of the Opera? Murderous, merciless, devil who slaughters all forms of life, seeking revenge on God who cursed your life and birthed you with this hideous face. I must say it is a true honor to be in such an exquisite man's presents," he loomed over me, staring down with bright blue eyes. "But perhaps, the ever terrible Lucifer has pity, or a heart rather. It was beautiful what you did for Christine Daae and her lover Raoul. Though some begin to think you have lost you touch!"
At that he began to laugh again, throwing his head back violently and pulling me out of my coffin. I did not attempt to fight back, as most would do, but rather hoped this man was out to kill me, too get this unwanted life done with.
"Some might also believe you haven't a tongue, but those who have heard you sing would beg to differ. You are a sad creature. It's hard to believe you are the cause of death to so many people, the person to whom so many seek revenge upon. I look upon that grotesque mask you call a face and wonder why God blessed you with a curse. I wonder why I wish to make all of your nightmares cease," he had laid me on the ground and stooped over me.
My throat was tired from lack of use recently so I whispered, "If wish to eradicate me, please do so soon. For I have an important date with the demons of the underworld and they do not like to be kept waiting."
"Ah, so you are not mute! As for your very important date, I am afraid it with just have to wait. You my friend are going to my experiment. I have never made another vampire before in my mere hundred years of existence as one and would very much like to make you one," he replied.
What small amount of energy I had left I transferred to my limbs and attempted to push myself, but I would not budge.
"Don't waste you strength on such a futile attempt. You are now damned to walk this world for eternity, weeping those tears from that revolting visage, killing even more than you have ever dreamt. On the sunny side, your dear Christine will become a blur in the many things that you will see, the many faces you will kill," He bent even closer to me.
For the first time since Christine had fled from me for the last time I felt the urge to kill. My eyes darted around my room for that cursed noose, but it must have been in my parlor where last I had placed it.
"It's time, Erik. Take a last look around with your mortal eyes if you will. It's a pity you hardly went into sunlight, you'll never have the opportunity again. Say goodbye to day and hello to never ending light," he leaned back onto his knees and began chanting something in Latin.
While I do speak Latin, at the time I just laid there not paying any attention, catching tidbits of the incantation here and there. At last he to a silver dagger he had had attached to his belt and cut his arm and then mine in the same place. He pressed the two wounds together and held them there for a while, I was not counting. He pulled away and immediately pain stretched over my body as if I were trapped in something ten times smaller than I.
I wreathed on the floor, screaming with such a strength I never knew I had. The vampire began to laugh, showing me his ivory fangs and licking around his wound as it healed swiftly. Everything began to grow dark, and sound was like that of a tunnel. I passed out.