Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Christine/Erik
Feedback: Yes, please! Also being nice would make me happy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gaston Leroux's Phantom or anything I might refer to based on Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical adaptation of it.
Summary: Christine makes an important decision that could forever change the lives of many…
Author's Note: New chapters! Yeahy! Here are CHAPTERS 36-46! Enjoy!
Chapter 46Christine! the man screamed in his mind.
"Sir, are you alright?"
"Your mother is Christine Daee?"
"Yes, sir... Do you know her?"
He just looked away while wearing the mask and felt his tears begin to sting.
"Sir?"
"What's your name?"
"Victor."
"That is all?"
"Of course not. It's Victor Daee."
"May I ask you who is your father?"
"I rather not talk about him."
"Why not? Don't you have one?"
"Of course I do. He does not care for me, though."
"By what do you mean?"
"He has always tried to mold me into something that I wasn't. He doesn't get along with me or my mother."
Christine is married? Why does he have her last name? The man thought in alarm. She left me to marry someone else?...Raoul! Wait did he say that she was in pain?
"Is your father Raoul Vicomte de Changey."
"If that's what you say but I feel as if I am no son to him. He never cared for my life so why should I bother?"
Raoul! The Phantom thought. Christine...she lied to me...She lied to me!
"Sir, I beg you pardon but after all I have told you, what is your name?"
"Erik..." he said looking away.
"I like that name. My mother said it was her favorite but last moment she decided not to call me that in fear of my safety."
"You're safety?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are a smart young lad."
"Sometimes too smart for my own good as others tend told me."
"You like music too?"
"It's my life, sir."
Erik took a deep breath trying to comprehend all that was going on at the time.
"Sir, if you have anything against my parents please don't take it against me. I am good and I'm sure my mother also is."
He knew for his own good that this young boy was innocent, cared for his mother, and loved music too much. Erik couldn't possibly take up any anger to him in any way.
"What makes you think I'm angry?"
"Your expression. In some unexplainable way, I can understand it."
Erik walked away and stared into a mirror.
"Why a mask?"
"Pardon me?" Erik asked.
"Why do you wear a mask? Someone such as a musical genius as yourself should not hide but be famous."
"I'm scarred," Erik confessed.
"How so?" the little boy said sitting on a large boulder.
"Burned it in a fire. Well, I might've. I could probably have been born with it. Sometimes I wonder since I was so young."
"That's not good."
"Why are you talking to me?"
"I don't know. I'm usually shy but right now, I frankly don't know Erik."
Erik just glared at him.
"I mean sir."
"No, Erik is fine."
"Do you live here?"
"Yes."
"Do you ever feel lonely?"
Erik took a moment to reflect. Of course, he felt lonely. He always had and it consumed his very soul.
"I know I can feel very lonely at times. As long as I have my mother, I feel like I may be alright," Victor proclaimed, "I just wish I had a father."
There was a moment of silence.
"I don't have much but may I ask Erik, could you teach me?"
"Teach you what?"
"To play the piano as good as you were doing a moment ago. My father always sends me the most boring and cruel teachers."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I don't know how to teach."
"Nonsense. If an Angel could teach my mother to sing, I'm certain that you could teach me piano."
Erik took a moment to think before he said, "Why don't you play for me something and then, I'll decide whether you are worthy."
"Very well," Victor proclaimed, jumping off the boulder and running up to the piano with joy.
Why am I even doing this? Erik thought as he felt his feelings of hatred and sadness battle one another.