Chapter 3- Desire
For weeks all I did was refine the art of killing and drinking blood. Peter remarked that I was a very swift learner, but of course I had the pleasure of knowing how to kill before my vampire days.
We got rid of the bodies of the victims by throwing them in the river, where they would not be found for a few days and by then they would be so rotted that no fang marks could be detected.
Peter and I began to collect the newspaper clippings of the police investigations for each found body. Of course there are always those few poor souls who were never recovered and their bleached bones probably still make their home in the mud of the river.
I of course kept my home in the opera house, though I never went into Her room. That held to many bitter memories for me. Often as morning dawned and I walked back to me coffin, I would just stop and stair at that door wondering what might have been if I had not let the two lovers go and had kept my rare bird caged.
I often had my mind in the past, always wondering what if. What if she loved me? What if I never killed a soul? What if I was born with a beautiful face? It was this that Peter constantly worried over me.
It was exactly two months after my turning into a vampire, and the date of Christine and Raoul's wedding. I only knew this thanks to the gossiping chorus girls of the opera, always eager to spread the latest news. By the time I awoke that night, I knew the deed was done and I moped around, not wanting to go out, knowing what the two lovers would surely be doing as a paced.
When Peter came I could tell he had drunken already. In his tow was an intoxicated girl, innocent and frail. Her chestnut hair rolled over her shoulders and her green eyes darted excitedly around my lair. I stared at Peter for an explanation.
"Oh, this is Miss Victoria Sickle, cousin to your favorite man, the Victome de Chagney, also known as Raoul. She is yours for tonight to do whatever you wish with her. She is very eager to meet you, Erik," Peter slyly said.
"Mr. Erik, I have heard so much about you from Peter! You sound just like the perfect gentleman. Shall we dance?" Victoria held out her hand shakily.
It was very obvious how drunk she was. Normally a little rose like this would be shy and trembling, not daring to be left alone in a room with two men she had never met before. When I didn't take her hand, she shrugged and began dancing around the room with herself, singing the notes to some waltz in the most horrific voice imaginable.
"Isn't she magnificent, Erik," Peter watched her.
"Peter, you know damn well that I do not play with my food. Is she really Raoul's cousin?" I asked, a grin starting to spread on my face.
"Yes, she is. I found her tonight at the reception for the wedding. Magnificent ceremony I hear. Miss Daae looked well, and so did her picture perfect husband," Peter trailed off looking at me.
With the thought of the wedding my grin quickly pulled into a frown and ran to Victoria. As I took her arms she squealed with delight. I could hear Peter's laughed as I swirled Victoria insanely around the floor.
I suddenly stopped and massaged her tender, young throat. I could feel the air as it rushed in and out of her lungs. She smiled as I kissed it then licked it. I went to bite, and then I saw Christine's face.
She stared at me, dressed in her wedding gown. She clutched my gold ring to her chest and tears ran down her milky white face. She just stood there, lip quaking in fear, in fear of me.
I gasped for air and pushed Victoria away. I knew I had to see my Christine. I didn't listen to Peter as he protested and cursed at me. My mind was determined, I would see her, touch her, or I would die.
For weeks all I did was refine the art of killing and drinking blood. Peter remarked that I was a very swift learner, but of course I had the pleasure of knowing how to kill before my vampire days.
We got rid of the bodies of the victims by throwing them in the river, where they would not be found for a few days and by then they would be so rotted that no fang marks could be detected.
Peter and I began to collect the newspaper clippings of the police investigations for each found body. Of course there are always those few poor souls who were never recovered and their bleached bones probably still make their home in the mud of the river.
I of course kept my home in the opera house, though I never went into Her room. That held to many bitter memories for me. Often as morning dawned and I walked back to me coffin, I would just stop and stair at that door wondering what might have been if I had not let the two lovers go and had kept my rare bird caged.
I often had my mind in the past, always wondering what if. What if she loved me? What if I never killed a soul? What if I was born with a beautiful face? It was this that Peter constantly worried over me.
It was exactly two months after my turning into a vampire, and the date of Christine and Raoul's wedding. I only knew this thanks to the gossiping chorus girls of the opera, always eager to spread the latest news. By the time I awoke that night, I knew the deed was done and I moped around, not wanting to go out, knowing what the two lovers would surely be doing as a paced.
When Peter came I could tell he had drunken already. In his tow was an intoxicated girl, innocent and frail. Her chestnut hair rolled over her shoulders and her green eyes darted excitedly around my lair. I stared at Peter for an explanation.
"Oh, this is Miss Victoria Sickle, cousin to your favorite man, the Victome de Chagney, also known as Raoul. She is yours for tonight to do whatever you wish with her. She is very eager to meet you, Erik," Peter slyly said.
"Mr. Erik, I have heard so much about you from Peter! You sound just like the perfect gentleman. Shall we dance?" Victoria held out her hand shakily.
It was very obvious how drunk she was. Normally a little rose like this would be shy and trembling, not daring to be left alone in a room with two men she had never met before. When I didn't take her hand, she shrugged and began dancing around the room with herself, singing the notes to some waltz in the most horrific voice imaginable.
"Isn't she magnificent, Erik," Peter watched her.
"Peter, you know damn well that I do not play with my food. Is she really Raoul's cousin?" I asked, a grin starting to spread on my face.
"Yes, she is. I found her tonight at the reception for the wedding. Magnificent ceremony I hear. Miss Daae looked well, and so did her picture perfect husband," Peter trailed off looking at me.
With the thought of the wedding my grin quickly pulled into a frown and ran to Victoria. As I took her arms she squealed with delight. I could hear Peter's laughed as I swirled Victoria insanely around the floor.
I suddenly stopped and massaged her tender, young throat. I could feel the air as it rushed in and out of her lungs. She smiled as I kissed it then licked it. I went to bite, and then I saw Christine's face.
She stared at me, dressed in her wedding gown. She clutched my gold ring to her chest and tears ran down her milky white face. She just stood there, lip quaking in fear, in fear of me.
I gasped for air and pushed Victoria away. I knew I had to see my Christine. I didn't listen to Peter as he protested and cursed at me. My mind was determined, I would see her, touch her, or I would die.