Summery: three weeks after the night on the rooftop, erik meets a young gypsy girl with a troubled past in the sewers of paris. erik finds he can identify with her and becomes god friends with her. after bringing her to the opera house, erik finds she is replacing all thoughts he had of christine. EOW. rated for later chapters (not too much sex, but mature themes). characters based on the movie portayel
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Prologue- Torment
Erik sat at his organ, furiously pounding at the poor keys. Haunting, anger filled music danced in the air of the catacombs under the Opera Populaire. Music that reeked of pain, despair and hate, all laced together by a soft undertone of love. For these were the emotions that ravaged poor Erik's soul. The unending betrayal of his love haunted his dreams, and poisoned his once sweet adoration of her.
Christine, he thought bitterly. why? Why have you teased me so? Why did you make me want you, and then betray me? Why?
With a snarl, Erik shouted her name as the music crescendo to a livid tune that would make even the Devil himself shudder. This was his release, the only one he would ever get. Only the organ did not turn away from his touch. It would always make his music for him.
"Damn you, Christine!" Erik cried to the ceiling of his grotto. "Why have you done this to me? I hate you! Do you here me? I HATE YOU!"
Erik stopped playing and collapsed on his organ sobbing. For three weeks he hadn't eaten, slept or left his lair. He hadn't done anything but play since that night in the snow, when his once angel betrayed him.
The snow was falling as from the shadows Erik watched Christine sing to that boy. That melody which haunted his psyche.
Say you'll love me every waking moment,
Turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you'll need me with you now and always.
Promise me, that all you say is true,
That's all I ask of you
She went into that boy's arms willingly, reacting to his voice, his song more than she ever did his. And when she sang again, she was literally begging him to free her from the terrible "darkness" and hold her forever. Their sweet duet was so full of love and passion, that Erik's very soul began to unravel. But the final blow came as he witnessed Christine and Raoul's passionate kiss, as they spun in the snow. Erik let his tears fall, crushing the rose she dropped, the rose he had given her. He was so consumed in his grief that he barely noticed the happy couple leave the cold rooftop. She left him alone in his misery, the fallen tears turning to ice upon his face…
CRASH!
Something crashed upstairs, sounding like it was from the sewers. Screams of anger and bloodlust reached Erik's ears. Grateful for the interruption from his thoughts, Erik left his lair to find the reason for the commotion. It could very well be intruders coming for him, but mob was heading in the wrong direction.
Climbing through the many passages under the Opera House, Erik finally came to the sewers of France. The light here was good, as there were torches lit for the sewer workers. Erik could see his way very well, which only meant that the mob could too. The mob was not so far away, but not so close as to pose an immediate threat. He followed the sounds of the mob, blending in with the shadows incase anyone would come this way. But as he rounded a corner, a small figure collided straight into him.