A/N: Hooray to Beverly Vulcan Princess for finally getting up the nerve to read my attempt at a PhanPhic. Even though I've warned most of you, I'll warn you again. DON'T WATCH THE 1999 MOVIE IF YOU CARE ABOUT ACCURACY ANY WAY AT ALL! Email me and I'll give you a detailed list why.
BLISS (yes, I got your review, BVP)
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With lightning reflexes she'd cultivated over the years, Kathleen clapped her hand over her face. She nearly knocked herself out trying to keep him from seeing her. He didn't, not that he would've cared if he had, in her opinion. He just turned and walked back to Christine.
His precious Angel of Music.
Kathleen leaned against the wall, sobbing softly.
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Erik stalked back to the music room. Who was that woman? He regarded the gleaming mask in his hand. The inside of it was coated with her tears. Who was that woman?
Wait.
Erik took a closer look at the mask. The tears flowed in patterns that weren't normal. But how was he the judge of normal?
He was the Opera Ghost.
Was she…?
No. It was impossible. Impossible that there would be some other poor, mutilated soul in the Opera Populaire.
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Back on the lake, Christine was frantically scrabbling at Raoul's bonds, all the while sobbing about how she loved him and how she hated 'that monster.'
Raoul was too busy comforting Christine and sobbing himself.
Neither of them noticed a thing.
Erik stopped short. All he heard was 'the monster.' The monster. She thinks I'm a monster. A monster…
The knowledge had the same effect on him as if Christine had dug his heart out with a blunt hairpin, showed it to him, and stomped on it. He'd known since that damnable scene on the rooftop that his Angel loved that pansy. Always, though, he'd held out hope that Christine had cared for him, at least a little.
"Christine.." he said, a slight sob in his voice.
She whirled, trying to shield Raoul from him.
Kathleen—who had gone the opposite way of that Erik had told her—watched from the shadows. When she tramples on you and leaves you to rot, I'll be there to pick up the pieces, she thought at him while pulling her hair back down.
Christine stared at Erik.
Erik glared at Christine.
"Christine…" he said again.
Christine took an uncertain step toward Erik, obviously trying to placate him.
Someone totally unexpected chose that moment to stand up in the lake.
Kathleen blinked.
Christine blinked.
Raoul blinked.
Erik blinked.
Erik blinked.
With a wordless cry of joy, Kathleen launched herself at Erik. They hugged and kissed fiercely, Kathleen nearly bowling Erik over.
Erik stared at the embracing couple jealously.
Christine blinked.
Raoul blinked.
The man who'd emerged from the lake was Erik. The right Erik. Kathleen's Erik (who will now be called AU Erik)
"Want to go back home?" AU Erik whispered.
"Let's," Kathleen agreed.
They both toppled into the lake.
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A/N: OK, angst over, lunacy resumes. I know the OTHER Erik should be AU Erik, but they go through other parallel universes, and so I'd like some of the characters to remain constant. Don't think it ends here, cause it doesn't.