Author's note: This takes place roughly before Raoul's musings at Carmen end. Nadir is left alone with Erik as Raoul and Christine leave in the assumption that Erik is finished. Tell me if this is good, MY FIRST FIC!
The Persian looked on as the two youthful lovers left. Christine had tears in her eyes but timidly allowed the boy to hurriedly tug her along. He looked down and took all the broken majesty of Erik's realm. His wary eyes seemed to distance themselves, shaking his head in suppressed anger. Erik is gone now and it is my duty to preserve everything I can. Darius can assist me in carrying these things back to the flat. Erik, you wretch! How could you tar it all up when you did not even know for certain that he would restrain her? Indeed it must have been just that, not knowing. A bitter sigh fell from a creased, thin mouth. How can I go in there and face him, dead? But it had to be done. And he did it. There was a minor problem.
Erik was not dead! At first it seemed he was lifeless enough, unmasked and white as ever. His craggy face was sinking into the pillow, much like his eyes sunk into the strange flesh surrounding them, a soft cushion to provide better rest to their peaceful slumber. He neared the carcass as if it were a gruesome heap of dismembered men left in the torture chamber that he had the unwanted task of burning. But Erik was not that hideous. There was an uncanny stillness about him and surely that proved he was dead. As the elderly policemen crept quietly to the bed, his determined motives were lost to oblivion. The body was quivering! Those mismatched eyes were almost focused, as lashes fluttered wildly open. Distorted lips were trying to speak! Nadir jumped and had such a start he gasped and barely thought to preserve the strength his apparently undead friend was trying to use by speaking. He put his finger to Erik's lips but that didn't seem to stop him. In a hoarse, raspy voice he strained to hear, "By God, I thought that her kisses would be a perfect end. . . But I cannot lie down and die after that. . I do not think I'm ready to do that quite yet. . "This was all broken up like his skin, in short gasps. But the Persian heard it none the less! And with an unnerved but excited breath, he stood to attention to care for the friend who had drifted into unconsciousness. Erik was not dead! Not yet! Nadir could not decide whether that was good or bad. The opera continues!
Author's note: Thanks for reading! Tell me if you like this idea. If not, I won't continue it. I merely want to see if fan fiction is my thing. If you have any questions, ideas, or anything just review or E-mail me.