All That the Phantom Asked Of You!

Chapter Dos: Wandering Child

Okay, I guess lied. I didn't really plan a second chapter for this fic. To tell you the truth, writing Erik is VERY HARD. (It's hard to do to me, because I like writing nice characters! No obsessive ones!) So I really had to delve. It was rather… gruesome.

Now to answer some review questions/comments before going into Chapter Dos: Wandering Child.

Where did the fireball come from? This is a reference from the stage play. In the graveyard, Erik sends fireballs after Raoul and Christine. I thought he could use this hot trick (hah!) one more time.

You got the lyrics wrong! Sorry, but that was intentional. I usually mix up my words, don't you? Thought I would inject a bit more humanity into Erik.

Is this it? Well, if you review… you might get Chapter Tres: Track Down this Murderer! But that's only if you review. ;)

Chapter Dos: Wandering Child

Erik was playing the violin in the graveyard. He had practiced for years of agonizing torture to sound like Christine's father. He could see her lying on the snow; her brown hair had snow on it. She looked like the beautiful angel he knew she was, who he dreamed of.

When he had soothed her with his violin, when he dared speak, he was so afraid of losing the beautiful picture of Christine, he said, slowly "Wandering child, so lost, so helpless… yearning for my guidance."

She looked up. Erik could tell that she was under his spell again. She was amazed by him. He remained powerful against her. Good, Erik still had a chance to make her his Juliet, his Ophelia. His perfect Angel of Music. "Angel or Father, friend, or Phantom…" Christine spat the word 'phantom'.

Erik recoiled, feeling rejected.

"Who is it there staring?" She continued when he did not answer.

"Have you forgotten your angel?" He said, daring to believe it. He moved from the cross atop of Christine's father's grave, and moved to a neighboring angel reaching up to the sky, begging for God's pity.

All this progress with her! Down the drain! Damn the Viscount and his wicked and selfish ways! Flaunting and draining Christine's mind! Fury again welled up within him.

He would never win her like that. He must be calm, persuasive.

"Angel! Oh speak! What endless longings echo in this whisper!" She said, and Erik smiled. All this progress he made with her… maybe it wasn't all for naught… he moved toward her. He emerged from the angel and started walking toward Christine, like he couldn't wait another minute to touch her face… to make her love him.

"Too long you've wandered in winter… far from my far reaching gaze…" He was inches away. All of his soul was aching for her. So close… so close…

"Wildly my mind beats against you…" she said. His fingertips were grazing her cheek. He wanted to run away with her. This foolishness about her not loving him was all lies, of course. He knew that the Viscount was putting Christine up to this.

"You resist." He said, sadly.

"But my soul obeys!" She cried reaching toward him, needing him as much as he needed her. His cold and pale fingers finally touched her face, tenderly. How he loved her. His fury died away. The Viscount was nowhere in sight, he and Christine were finally alone. He would make Christine see that he was doing it all for her, and he had done his part. It was time for her to do hers, and come to love him.

"Angel of Music, you denied me, turning from true beauty!" He said… Christine was repeating his words. She was totally under his spell. He began to back away, holding her hand against his heart, pulling her to the grave of Christine's father. He had built a secret passage for Christine and his use. If he could get her there in this state, there would be no qualms. "Angel of Music, do not shun me, come to your strange angel!"

Everything was perfect. Just a little bit more… just a bit more… "I am your Angel of Music… come to your Angel of Music…"

"Angel of Darkness! Cease this torment!" The Hero had arrived! Nothing could stop Erik now, just a few more steps and Christine would be swallowed into darkness for eternity! His drug for him and him alone! He wanted to laugh!

"I am your Angel of Music, come you your Angel of Music." Erik continued, almost disappearing into the darkness before the tunnel. The boy turned to Christine, who was trancelike. He was trying to break Erik's spell.

"Christine! Christine listen to me! Whatever you may believe, this man… this thing… is not your father!" The Viscount turned to Erik, begging him. "Let her go! For God's sake, let her go! Christine!"

"Raoul?" She said, questioningly. Erik retreated back onto the head of the angel. The head of his skulled cane pointed at Raoul's feet. He sent a fireball at Raoul.

"Bravo, Sir, such spirited words!" Another fireball. He had enough of this with that silly boy. He had ruined enough of his plans. Erik would kill him in front of Christine's very eyes.

"More tricks, sir?" The Viscount was walking toward Erik. Good, good, you stupid boy.

"Let's see sir, how far you dare go!" Another fireball. It grazed Viscount's cape.

"More deception! More violence!" He was walking toward Erik. Erik could see the hatred in the aristocrat's eyes. He was well aware the feeling was mutual. Christine suddenly threw herself at Viscount, trying desperately to stop her ex fiancé from dying at the hands of the Opera Ghost.

"Raoul, no!" The Viscount pushed Christine easily away with one of his arms.

"That's right, that's right! Keep walking this way!" Erik cried gleefully.

"You can't win her love by making her your prisoner!"

"Raoul! Don't!" Christine tried again at making the Viscount stop. For a wild moment, Erik hated her and her interfering ways.

"I'm here, I'm here Sir! The Angel of Death! Don't stop don't stop!" Erik was so close to the Viscount. He could smell his cheap cologne. He reached out, his fingers itching to strangle his interfering neck. He was about to…

"Raoul, come back!" Christine grabbed Raoul again, dragging him away from the Opera Ghost.

"Don't go!" Erik screamed. Christine's illusions had killed him once again. How could he have not seen that she would betray him once again? It was obvious, the minx!

"So be it! NOW LET IT BE WAR UPON YOU BOTH!"