Hello everyone. No group review answering this time, sorry. But to answer some of your questions would give away the plot. I am not mad that one of you guessed who Erik was after. Actually I am flattered. I have an idea for another story, but it is a little controversial, so if any of you would be kind enough to listen, IM me . It's Moonwhisper7. Thank you to allof my reviewers, you make this story worth writing.Sorry about the HBP spoilers, as well. Clever Lass made me see the error of that. Now, on with the show. This chapter starts three days after nine eleven. I hope it is easy to follow.
"You have kindled a fire which all the waters of the ocean cannot put out, which seas of blood can only extinguish."- A Georgia Senator, 1800's
Raoul was irritated. And confused. Somehow, over the course of four days, his world did a three sixty. One day, he was doing his really difficult history work, the next, he was chained to a desk in a police station, getting questioned about Christine Daae. The one girl he would never bring up in casual conversation.
He woke up from his thinking when the door slammed open. Oh, yay, the Cops again. Raoul schooled his face in a look of casual disregard, letting the cops get a good look at his strong features. They didn't look very impressed, to say the least.
"Sir, I'm officer Anders, this is officer Bailey. We want to ask you some questions regarding the whereabouts of Christine Daae. Your brother has agreed to this, and he will be sitting in on this meeting with us, unless you want him removed?"
Raoul shrugged noncommittally."Sure, let him in. I still don't see why I'm here."
They ignored his light protest, showing Phillipe in. Raoul watched his older borther take a spare seat in the sparse room. He looked like he was just as comfortable sitting there was he was lounging in their house. That's what Raoul loved about his brother. Nothing seemed to phase him. He was the perfect example of composure.
" Now, Mr. Chagny, we aren't saying you are a suspect in this case. We just want to know what kind of connection you had with the missing victim."
" I already told you, I haven't seen her since someone played that prank on her."
tThe officers looked at each other, before Anders spoke." Well, we were hoping you would explain the situation your principal was talking about. Something about accosting Ms.Daae in class? Really Sir, we need the facts. There is a chance that this man who has her will kill her."
Phillipe tensed slightly, though Raoul was sure he was the only one who noticed. He felt the sudden urge to smack his own head against the table in front of him, but resisted. "Okay, she was readign a poem. It was about.. personal stuff. Stuff she knows about me. I didn't like what she had to say, so I hit her. I didn't mean to, it just happened. And I thought she was Bathory, not Daae."
"Well, we don't want anyone to get violent with her, or think she is related to the suspect. After all, she could be entirely innocent in this, considering the evidence we found at the home."
Phillipe spoke up, his velvety voice soothing Raoul's frazzled nerves. His brother was all he had left. Even if the man ignored and overlooked Raoul, he was still looked up to.
"So you think this Erik Bathory is holding her against her will? You think he killed Reza Khan?"
The men again exchanged a look, irrtating Raoul. They weren't twins, they could cut the glancing. They were obviously trying to pry into his personal business. Raoul didn't care anymore. They had managed to secure a warrant, so he had to tell them the truth. He shot a look of his own Phillipe's way. His brother looked back, giving a nod.
"Alright.You guys wanna know about me and Christine right?"
"Yes Sir. Anything about your past with her would help us greatly in finding her."
"Well..here goes then."
When we were little ,Christine's parents were alive. So were mine. Our families were friends, considering we lived down the street from each other. We had known heach other since we were tiny. So obviously we had gotten used to each other. Even Phillipe was friends with the Daae's.
Well, when we where almost eleven, Christine's mom was always coming over, or my dad was always going over there. It was weird, cause we weren't allowed to bother them when they were alone. Me and Christine always got locked out. We would play for hours, you know. Then my dad would coem out, run his hands down his shirt, pull out his keys, and we would leave.
One day, Christine's mom dropped her off at my house. She asked my mom if she could watch Christine for a while. My mom said yes, even though my dad was supposed to be on business and she would have nobody there to help here watch Christine and me. So we fooled around, playing in the garden. Christine helped mom bake cookies.
It wasn't until seven. Yeah, seven. It was night time, and my dad showed up out of the blue. He told my mother to shut up when she asked him why he was home. He took Christine by the shoulders, and told her that she was going to stay here for a while. When she asked why, he told her that her mother was dead.
I had always liked Mrs. Daae. I had no idea what she and my father were doing. Neither did my mother. Well, when my father called the police and told them what he saw, they went over to the Daae house. They found Christine's mother, dead. A giant "A" carved into her chest.
Mr. Daae was there too. He had slit his own wrists. He left a note for Christine, but I don't know if she ever read it. Well, the police found out exactly what happened:
My father and Christine's mother where having an affair. They had been for some large amount of time. Well, my father lied to my mother, telling her that he had to go away for the weekend for work. He said Georgia, I think. Well, he didn't obviously. He went to his lovers' house. When he found them there, he came home and called the police.
So, the police found out about his affiar, and told him they were going to give Christine to social services. He told them to give her a blood test. My mother was so angry, she didn't think it was possible that they had been fooling around behind her back for that long. Well, she was wrong.
My mother and Father never got along after that. Eventually it got to the point where dad would.. hit her. She never said anything. She hated Christine. They would go at it about the girl for hours, and she would just sit there, watching them with this stupid look on her face.
One day, my mom shoved her down a flight of stairs. She had been cleaning her room, and my mom thought she was being a nuisance. Christine had a broken arm, so my dad pushed my mother down the stairs. Mom got a cut on her forehead, but she was fine.
That night, mom woke me and Phillipe up. She told us to go outside and wait on the lawn. SO we did. She ran out, and the house started on fire. We tried to run back inside, but she held us back. Phillipe and I waited until a neighbor saw the fire. He ran in. It was a few minutes, the police showed up. So did the fire department. The neighbor burned to death trying to save my sleeping father.
The firemen managed to save Christine though, obviously. She was charred from the waist to the tops of her breasts. A few scars on her legs too. The blanket on top of her caught on fire. Well, she was hospitallized, and Mom was put in prison. She didn't last long when the inmates heard she tried to kill a kid."
Raoul sighed, putting his head in his hands. "You people think you know alot, right? Well I would never kill my sister.It was a well kept secret, so I wasn't surprised you didn't know. It's just she.. The Daae's. They ruined my life. They killed my parents. So I hope you find her, but I'm not going to loose any sleep over it. Can I please go now?"
They dismissed him, puzzled at the thought that this investigation had just gotten alot more complicated.
Erik pulled Christine into the dingy bomb shelter. he had found it a couple years ago. Must have been left over from either Y2K or one of the bomb scares of the fourties and fifties. He locked the door, five keys slipping into their respective holes. He took the time to break off each key in the locks, so Christine couldn't exit from this point.
" What are you doing to me! Let me go! Your a monster, you killed Reza!"
He continued down into the darkness, flipping a switch when they reached the bottom of the stairs. The place was dusty, a few spiders here and there. There were MRE's , a few weapons, high enough on the shelves that Christine wouldn't find them. A modest bathroom was present, and a couple cots were pushed into a corner.
He pushed her to the ground, scurrying around, trying to find the laptop he had stashed somewhere. He had seen the video of the twin towers. That must have been the plan the terrorists had set into action. They had wanted Erik to kill the president in Sarasota, so he would be captured. Courtesy of them of course. He would have been blamed for it all.
Good thing Christine had decided to sleep with that little bastard, otherwise he would be rotting in a prison cell right now. Not that it would have been any worse then suffering her right at that moment. Really, she didn't have to creen and wail at the top of her lungs. He tried to push her tears from his consiousness, the yelling, the pain.
He remembered finding them there. The boy had been breathing shallowly, his arms wrapped around her. She had been naked. Naked and beautiful. Happy with him, the boy. Erik made her happy, so why didn't she love Erik? He let his anger get the better of him.But she had been upset. The boy had been frightened. And he had been so angry he couldn't see straight.
He couldn't forget the way she looked, lying there. Her scars shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the window. They were just as unique as she was. As her music was. And he had felt the dangerous possessive feeling. A feeling as old as time. He still couldn't remember exactly what he had done. It was like that at times. he could kill and not remember even lifting a finger.
She wouldn't speak now, though. Just cry. She didn't want to talk to him. She didn't even want to yell anymore. What was she so upset about? The boy was dying anyway, he had just put him out of his misery. He waited until he thought she was asleep, wiping her puffy face with a hot towel.
She dusted off a cot, pulling a thin blanket from a shelf. He covered her, almost reverently. He could only hope she was be herself tommorow. After all he had done to this girl, though, he doubted that greatly. It seemed her lot in life to suffer, just as he suffered. Only her imperfections weren't readily visible.
With her eyes closed, she almost looked innocent. But inside she was even more warped then Erik himself.
But Oh, how he loved her.
He took off her jacket, hoping she wouldn't stir. A peice of paper fell from the pocket, falling to the floor. Erik bent to pick it up, recognizing the smudgey braille. She hadn't stopped yelling in the car, until he threatened her. It hurt him to do so, but her yelling about his murdering innocent boys wasn't going to save them from getting caught by the police.
She had shut up when he gripped her wrist, squeezing it hard anough to bruise. Instead, she cowered in the back seat, pulling a peice of paper from her pocket. He always kept writing utensils in his car, in case he needed them. She snatched one quickly, jotting things down in her stalled writing.
She wrote the date, the numbers wobbly. She followed with a passage of speach, which must have been a goodbye note. Not that anyone would read it.
He killed him. He killed Reza. Reza said he was a monster, that he was hideous. I could never think that way about Erik though. He is alot of things I dislike, but I never thought he would kill anyone.Maybe hurt. But alot of people I know hurt me, and I still consider them friends.
What would he think, if he knew Raoul was my brother? If he knew that was the reason I knew he didn't rape and beat me? If he knew I was the bastard child of a adulterous union? He would probably be even more drawn to me. Seems fitting. I wanted to be loved my whole life. Now that I am, it is by a man that the Devil would be frightened of. It seems fitting that a song comes to me now.
It will be my lament for Reza. The only person who ever wanted anything to do with me. The only person who never betrayed me.
Well it's years, since your body went flat, and even memories of that
Are all thick and dull, all gravel and glass.
But who needs them now,
Displaced their easily more safe.
The worst of it now : I can't remember your face.
Return.
For awhile, with the vertigo cured,
We were alive we were pure.
Though void took the shape of all that you were,
But years take their toll, and things get bent into shape.
Antiseptic and tired, I can't remember your face.
Return.
You were supposed to grow old,
Reckless unfrightened and old,
You were supposed to grow old.
Return. You were supposed to return.
She had loved the boy that much? The Chagny's.. They were her brothers!
Erik let a small sigh escape him. They had been evading capture for a few days. Now they were finally safe.
So why did he feel like he had just made the worst mistake of his life?
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