"Am I now to be prey
To you lust for flesh?" –Track Down This Murderer
Chapter 26: Nasrin's Sacrifice
The pain . . .
As I opened my eyes, I found that Erik was gone, and Madame Giry held me in her arms. The bullet wound from my shoulder was gushing fresh blood, and my clothes were already soaked through.
"You foolish, foolish girl! Why would you, you of all people, do something so ill fated?"
I fought against unconsciousness. "I didn't want him to suffer anymore. I love him too much to seek revenge. Now I fear that I shall not live to bask in such a love. However, as long as he lives free from harm, it was worth it." I shivered as my body went through spasms of pain.
"Nasrin, Erik put you in my charge . . . you're going to be all right. Let me take you to a hospital." She lifted me up and began to carry me off the stage.
"If you see him and I am sleeping, be it for forever or a time, tell him that I love him. That . . . I'm sorry . . . that perhaps the beast in me truly fell for the monster in him, and me, his grotesque bride, adored the man he doesn't believe himself to be." I moved to remove my wig and she grabbed my hand.
"No, don't remove your wig. Come, let me take you to safety."
Safety? No! I have to go to Erik!
I thrashed from Giry's arms and fell to the ground. Before she could comprehend what I had done, I pulled the lever once again and fell below the trap door. I landed harshly on the ground and collapsed into the wall. Blood surged from the wound and I stumbled down the pathway, gasping for a breath.
Erik . . . I must get to Erik . . .
I winced as throes of pain set my nerves aflame. Colored specks danced across my vision as I kept my hand at the level of my eyes while my other hand held fast to my bullet wound.
Staggering through the darkness, I could hear the mob behind me chant in a frenzy, "Hunt down this animal who runs to ground! Too long he's preyed on us, but now we know, the Phantom of the Opera is here deep down below!"
"Erik!" I cried weakly, my hand sticky and wet with blood. "Please hear me. If you don't find me . . . I'll die." I fell on my knees, scraping them raw against the unforgiving stone. I began to shake from lack of energy, and sweat beaded on my head. I retched, overcome with pain and my limbs began to numb. The thought of Erik's tortured face forced me to continue on. I lurched forward into a staggering stride. "Even if I do, I just want you to know that I would sacrifice anything to be with you." With that statement, the heavens conspired.
I came to the underground lake, faintly hearing the confrontation between Raoul, Christine, and Erik. All I could make out was that Erik held Raoul's life in his hands and Christine had to choose between living with Erik or killing off Raoul in exchange for her freedom.
"I'm coming, Erik." I gritted my teeth as another spasm of pain ripped through my body. Grabbing the extra boat, I began to row across the lake, each oar stroke its own eternity of suffering. In the middle of the lake, I paused and panted on the floor of the boat, shaking.
My eyesight faded for a brief moment and I felt the world spin in front of me. No. I cannot leave Erik alone. I must reach him. With newfound strength, I continued my excruciating journey.
When the boat docked, I tripped on my feet. I saw Christine and Erik sharing a passionate kiss with Raoul's life hanging in the balance, as he stood helplessly pinned against the portcullis. I felt my heart break, and I collapsed, halfway submerging myself in the water; my will to survive was severely compromised.
"Daevas," Raoul murmured. "Daevas, wake up!"
I stirred, however I found my body incapable of movement. I could still see the painful scene unfurl before my blurring eyes. As my mouth hung open in the lake, I began to taste my own blood, which was beginning to spread throughout the lake in crimson tendrils.
When Christine broke the kiss, she looked over at Raoul, who stared back at her in panic. I looked at back Erik, who had fallen into a fit of terrible sobs. I wanted so terribly to comfort him, embrace him once again. I was so close. His face was contorted with sorrow and he motioned for Christine to untie Raoul and go with him, no longer maintaining his infamous heartless persona.
I tried to speak, but no words came from my mouth. A cough burst from my throat, causing the water to bubble. I raised my head just enough to prevent myself from drowning.
Christine ran right past me, untied Raoul, and grabbed the boat I had come in. As I summoned all my strength to stand, I stumbled into the boat, taking the oar in my shaking hands. I wanted them away from Erik as soon as possible.
"I'll escort you," I muttered.
"Wait a moment, there is something I need to do," Christine murmured, looking mournfully down at the ring Erik had given her.
That's right, give that back. Break his heart again so that I may mend it.
That is, Nasrin, provided you survive this . . .
Christine leaped from the boat and ran back to Erik, who looked despondently down at his Persian monkey music box, singing mournfully to himself.
"You . . . you are going to stay in this opera house with him?" Raoul asked me as I watched the tragedy unfold.
I nodded mutely, still trying desperately to clot the blood oozing from my shoulder. The metallic smell of my wound clouded the normal dead smell of the labyrinth.
"I could never stay with a monster like him. I am thankful Christine chose me. I could never trust that beast with her."
HOW DARE YOU!
I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth. Before Raoul could react, I raised the oar and struck him across the head. He went flying from the boat and splashed into the water.
"Good for nothing, spoiled, bastard fop," I spat. As Christine leaped in the boat I turned my flaring rage on her. I clenched my fist and struck her in one fluid movement, snickering to myself as she tumbled into the water with Raoul. She emerged, gasping for breath and Raoul climbed in the boat.
I planned to strike him again, however my vision morphed in front of me and I dropped the oar. I fell over the side of the boat and collapsed on the floor, just out of Erik's sight. A few moments later, I heard him sing to Christine as Raoul bore her away on the small gondola.
"You alone
Can make my song take flight . . .
It's over now, the Music of the Night!"
I heard him destroying his precious lair, defacing his artwork, and defiling his most prized possessions. Tears trickled from my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Erik," I murmured, though I found that no trace of my words reached his ear. "Erik!" I cried, finally regaining my voice in a state of pure need.
No answer met my call, and only the bleak darkness of Erik's abandoned lair came to my sharpening sight. He was gone, and I let out a choked sob of pain.
No . . . oh by Allah I don't have the energy to chase you! Come back! I will heal your wounds if you return!
Suddenly, a familiar voice, dark with rage, barked from behind, "Hello, fair Madame Fire Rose."
A palpable feeling of dread filled gut and I turned, only now realizing that my wig had floated away with the tide of the lake. My gaze fell on the large angry mob, led by Jean, whose eyes were dark with fury.
"You let me believe you were dead . . . you deceived me and betrayed me! You never loved me, did you FAIR MADAME FIRE ROSE? You used me! You heartless bitch born of a whore! Do you know how much I suffered because of your little game?" He threw his torch into the lake. It sizzled as the flames died and smoke plumed around him. The act was surprisingly effective in frightening me. "Well you'll have an idea very soon, my love, because now, you will feel the same pain I did. With Erik gone, and never returning back here, you are mine forever."
"What do you mean?" I asked hazily, my eyelids fluttering. If this kept up, I would collapse and die within the hour.
"If Erik will not make you his wife, I will make you mine." The glint in his eyes deepened to a look of madness.
He wasn't going to . . . oh Allah no . . .
I backed away from him, his quickening advance making my heart hammer. I had to flee. Clutching my chastity beads, I stumbled backwards, my legs weak from lack of blood.
"You're mine!" Jean roared, leaping at me. I rolled to the side, causing him to land beside me. Without any hesitation, Jean rolled over on me, pinning me to the ground. He pushed down on my waist and grabbed my chin, forcing me into a brutal kiss.
I cried out, but Jean's mouth muffled my shriek. He bit down hard on my lip and his hot breath surged in my mouth. I could taste a river of my blood run over my tongue; my lips throbbed. Tears fell from my eyes as I felt myself growing helpless.
"Come on, beautiful Fire Rose. Try to enjoy yourself," Jean spat as he grabbed hold of my stockings and yanked them down to my ankles, breaking apart the clasps meant to hold them up.
"Jean, stop it!" My voice rose to a scream as he pulled my waist to his. Jean gritted his teeth and raised his hand, striking me hard across the face. There was a stinging pain as stars danced in front of my eyes.
"There, that should put you into place," Jean growled, grabbing the pistol from his pants and pressed the cold metal under my chin. Fighting death from one bullet wound was one thing; another bullet burying itself into my flesh was another. "You move, or scream, and I'll shoot you. And this time, I won't miss your heart."
He was the one who shot the first bullet?
I tried to yank my head away, but I gritted my teeth as I heard his gun click. Jean hastily untied my black corset and tore off my crimson dress, leaving me in nothing but my chastity beads to cover me. I felt my limbs go numb as he yanked me to him. His body quivered against mine, and I felt sick; I squirmed, feeling the extent of his arousal pushing against legs.
"Hold still!" he roared, tying my wrists to the swan bed's head. His hands roved shamelessly over me body and he pried my legs open, though I fought to keep them closed. He grinned and held fast to my waist. That sick look in his eye would never leave me.
Not wanting to see anymore, I closed my eyes as his body assaulted mine. Each time his disgusting hands grazed my flesh I winced and turned from him. I didn't want to see his cheeks flushed in desire. Desire for what should never be his. Daring one look at him, I saw his gray eyes burn in an animalistic fire as thrust after thrust became sharper, more painful.
This can't be what it's really like. Erik wouldn't touch me like this. It wouldn't hurt . . . He would be gentle . . . He would be gentle . . .
Jean's scorching breath blew against my face; I felt as though I would vomit and I began to squirm again.
"I . . . said . . . hold still!" A gunshot resonated through the air and I quivered, the bullet grazing my arm and burying itself into the stone floor. As soon as I began to feel slightly at ease, Jean struck me across the face with the butt of the pistol. I felt faint and my senses began to dull slightly as warm blood oozed from my face. In defeat, I whimpered.
Nasrin, I love you . . .
A voice from above flitted through my head, sending a calming sensation through my battered body. I began to grow warmer with the thought of him.
Erik?
The voice didn't answer and I became cold again as Jean's barbarity destroying the one treasure I kept.
Thrust . . . after thrust . . .
Erik! I called in my mind, desperate for an escape. A destructive ache pulsed from between my legs, dulled by my fading consciousness. Was this the final threshold? Could my body possibly take anymore?
Say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime . . . The words became sharper in my head. Erik's voice was strained with longing and sorrow . . . sorrow for me.
Erik!
Say the word, and I will follow you. Share each day with me . . . each night . . . each morning . . . The voice was growing louder, drowning out the sound of Jean, who was grunting at the height of his pleasure. In my mind I damned every inch of him to the inner most circle of hell where he belonged.
Erik, please hear me! I cried in my mind, unable to form words at my mouth.
Now I know that what we held was true . . . Nasrin, please know I need you too! The voice rose to frightening volume as Jean bellowed a curse at me, striking my face again.
"ERIK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my cry tearing from my raw throat.
I felt a warm rush swell inside me, and Jean's voice fell, reduced to ragged gasps. He grabbed my neck and squeezed.
"I told you not to scream, you filthy tramp," Jean growled, spitting on my face. "At least you felt it. You won't die the pure little virgin you were made out to be." He grabbed the chastity beads from my waist and tore them from my skin, sending the carved wooden beads tumbling all over the floor. "And some fun before I do the one thing to claim you as mine forever." Jean drew a knife from his belt and brought it down hard on my flesh, drawing open small wounds all over my torso, sparing only my breasts.
Then, he hovered over my pelvis bone and punctured the skin slightly, tearing the skin apart as he carved the letter 'L' into my flesh.
"There," he spat, his visage as hateful as ever. "Now you will always be mine!"
I whimpered, my tears pooling as they trickled from my eyes.
Forgive me, my only love. I have failed you . . .
My eyesight blurred in front of me and my senses dulled completely, Jean's sick laughter muffled as I lost consciousness. My head fell back and I fell still, noticing faintly that I still bled.
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Erik's POV:
Solitude had never before felt this terrible . . .
After I released Christine, I knew that I would be alone forever. Nasrin looked too corpse-like when I left Madame Giry with her. I wouldn't be able to live if I went back above and find that she had passed away. If she survived, she would follow me, of that I was certain. And if she did, I would have a reason for life once more. Until then, I would flee from the guilt that would ensue should I return to find her gone.
And so, I walked through a corridor alone. I didn't know where I was going, but anything was more welcome than the sight of Nasrin's dead body.
Nasrin, I love you. I stopped walking and looked sullenly back at my lair.
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you. I sang in my head what my mouth had never dared to say. Share each day with me . . . each night . . . each morning . . . Now I know that what we held was true . . . Nasrin, please know I need you too!
"ERIK!" A screeching voice echoed throughout the hall. It stopped my heart as the familiarity of it twisted itself around me. Nasrin . . . she was alive?
She is in pain . . .
I ran back in the direction of my lair, overcome with both joy and dread. I heard Jean laugh, his spiteful voice echoing all around. "You won't die the pure little virgin you were made out to be!" Following his statement, I heard small objects hit the floor and roll until they struck something. As I ran to my lair, I tripped on one of the small wooden spheres. I crashed painfully to the ground, grabbing what made me fall. As my fingers ran over its smooth surface, a sickening feeling of dread froze my blood.
Is this what I think it is? Oh please God let me be wrong once more . . .
I pulled a candle from the passage close to me. I had to see if my worst fear was confirmed. I brought the fire closer to what I held in my hand. There, in between my fingers was a single wooden bead, engraved with Middle Eastern symbols. I was right . . . it was one of Nasrin's chastity beads.
A red-hot rage burned behind my eyes and I closed my fist around the bead. A fury worse than anything I had ever felt set my blood aflame. This was far more infuriating than having Christine abandon me, being tormented at the masquerade ball, and being whipped at the gypsy fair. My body tensed as I rose to my feet. I would enjoy the bath of blood I would draw for myself.
"NASRIN!" I roared, bursting through the curtain. I stood facing Jean, my rage darkening into madness as I saw his face, flushed scarlet and sweaty. His hands were drenched in the blood that spewed from wounds not his own. "What did you do to her?" I hissed. I grabbed Jean's neck and threw him against the wall, grinning with satisfaction as his head cracked against the stone. "Where is she?" I roared.
"Over there, you satanic bastard," Jean spat back, motioning with his head over to the swan bed.
I gazed over towards the swan bed, dreading the sight that would meet my eyes. My eyes bulged and I felt sick.
Nasrin lay naked in a pool of her own blood, her body covered in grotesque bruises and slashes while her eyes were swollen shut. Her hands were swelled from being tied up for so long, and her flesh that wasn't drenched in blood had paled significantly.
Overcome, I threw Jean aside, relishing as he gasped for a breath. "I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU!" Every word felt more gratifying as I said it. Monster or man, this was unavoidable.
Forsaking my promise of an intensely painful death, I grabbed a thick rope from the ground and hastily tied it into my Punjab lasso, a knot above the noose. The one he had so brutally defiled would assist in his demise, even though she lay near or embracing death. "You . . . should never . . . have . . . touched . . . my . . . WIFE!" I threw the lasso around Jean's neck, tightening it in twisted satisfaction. I wanted nothing more than for the cursed breath coming from his mouth to stop forever.
Jean let out a high-pitched gasp as the rope dug into his skin and he clutched uselessly at it, trying to loosen its deadly grip. I raised my foot and kicked him down on his stomach, digging the heel of my shoe into his spinal cord. I could feet it twisting under my weight. With a sickening tug, I yanked back on the rope, snapping Jean's neck in half. He let out a gurgle as his final breath seeped from his mouth.
I heard twelve guns cock and turned to face the rest of the mob, letting the rope slip between my fingers. There were onlookers to this crime? I snarled, my upper lip quivering in scarlet fury. Nothing could satiate my bloodlust except the blood of the heathens who had watched that revolting pig sully my Nasrin. "What about all of you? You let him defile her?" The guns were pointed at various vital points on my body. They were not going to shoot me. Now, for these disgusting souls, death had a face and a name. And it was me. "You let him, didn't you? You twisted bastards! You're all next!" I saw three of the guns ready to fire and I ducked under my table, running as fast as I could around them. I grabbed my stash of Punjab lassos and flung them around some of their necks. In similar satisfaction, I tightened them, smiling as one by one they collapsed in the lake.
The rest of them visibly hesitated, seeing the rage on my face. They lowered their guns and looked at each other, fear in their eyes. The rest turned tail and fled from the lair, carelessly tossing the guns away, which splashed in the water. Some stayed to gather the dead, including the Comte, and bring them back above.
I watched them go with my fury still unsatisfied. My gaze met that of frightened small Meg Giry, who clutched my white mask.
"Put it down, little Giry," I hissed as levelly as I could. Shaking, she placed it down and fled with the rest, her blue eyes watering.
I turned around quickly and ran to Nasrin's side, forgetting about the mob and focusing only on her.
And what my insolence has done to her . . .
She laid still, her scalp stained crimson from the gruesome puddle that pooled from the bullet wound in her shoulder. Her face was swollen and bloody, her eyes black and blue. Her hands were swelled purple from the tight rope that bound her to the neck of my swan bed. I hastily untied her wrists, allowing her battered body to fall limp. As I wrapped my hand around her waist to prevent her head from striking the ground, I was unnerved to find it so cold, devoid of its usual warmth. I began to tear, running my finger across the soft length of her swelled lips.
"I had wanted us to share one more embrace, my Nasrin. I prayed for it." I clutched her to my chest, allowing two tears to fall to her shoulder. By God she was so cold. The only heat emitting from her body was the fresh blood that seeped from her uncountable wounds. "But not like this . . . not like this." I kissed her still lips, wanting more than ever to feel her kiss me back. But her lips remained placid. "Please Nasrin . . . please don't leave me alone again. You're all I have." She didn't twitch, and I frantically put my hand on her neck, searching for a pulse. I could feel a faint heartbeat meet my fingers and I sighed. I then turned my attention to the bullet lodged in her shoulder.
Without reservation, I inserted my finger into her wound, searching for the fateful bullet among soft tissue. When the metal met my finger, I cupped my pinky under it and tore it out. The shell fell into my palm and rolled about it, coating my hand with more blood. I looked at the bloody thing in my hand, grimacing at it slightly before tossing it carelessly into the lake, barely hearing it as it caused a tiny splash before sinking into the inky water.
Suddenly, she lurched up, her eyes flying open in strained agony and a shallow yet sharp gasp burst from her lungs. I was so startled I almost dropped her. She looked awake, yet not cognizant and I moved into her vision, watching with amazement as her bright eyes found mine. Yet . . . they were blank, and I knew she wasn't processing that I was truly with her. She grasped firmly to my shirt and pulled herself against me, shaking with the sudden amount of effort.
"Nasrin . . . be still. Everything is going to be all right. I'm here," I whispered softly in her ear. She shook and panted against my skin, and I feared that she would over exert herself. But her voice, tremulous and pacified in a way I had never heard, reached my ears.
"You are an angel . . . an angel . . . yes . . . you have been sent by Allah to take me away. Did he instruct you to take the shape of my only love? He works in mysterious ways . . . but if you are to take me now . . . it's all right . . . I'm at peace. But could you do one thing for me, my sweet guardian angel?" Her shaking became slightly more intense and I did not know whether to simply listen, or unhealthily startle her with the truth. "Find my real love, wherever he is now . . . and tell him that I love him . . . that he alone could tame the beast in me. And also . . ." She trailed off and I pulled away to see her eyes beginning to dull, the spark fading slowly. I quickly clutched her to me.
"What, beautiful Nasrin?" I fought tears, not wanting to admit to myself that she was dying, and quickly at that.
"Tell him that I found lifetimes of solace in his presence, unsurpassed love in his embrace, true passion in his song as well as his lips, and . . ." She fought for a breath and coughed once against my shoulder. "And that I found my immortal paradise in his eyes . . ." She sighed and began to fall limp.
"Nasrin it's me!" I cried frantically as her eyes rolled back and her body fell limp. I pressed my lips against hers, both proclaiming my love and sending air to her lungs. She fell completely flaccid and I felt one shallow breath seep from her lips to mine before everything went still.
Was I holding her last breath within me? I breathed back into her mouth, fighting against the laws of nature for her life. I quickly pressed my finger against her neck again, searching desperately for a pulse. A dam of relief burst as I felt a faint heartbeat push against my fingers.
Quickly, turning back to my work, I grabbed a needle with black thread and cleaned her bullet wound before sewing it shut. There would be a scar without a doubt, but she would survive . . . I would ensure that.
I ripped my shirt and wrapped it around her shoulder for extra protection. "I wish I could kill him again," I growled huskily, seeing the remaining welts on her body becoming livid purple. I grabbed a bathing cloth, a pair of my black pants, and a white undershirt from my desk.
Taking the bathing cloth first, I cleaned her wounds free of dirt and grime as well as dried blood. By the time that was finished, the cloth was sodden with blood and the stench of iron lingered about it. With modest reservation, I slid the cloth between her legs to clot the slight flow of blood coming from her inner thighs and femininity.
Such brutality . . . what will she be like when she awakens again?
If she awakens again . . .
No . . . when she awakens again . . .
I grabbed my undershirt and slid her limp arms through, closing it around her chest. Removing the cloth, I slid first her undergarments over her, following them closely with my pair of black pants. I then tucked the shirt inside the pants and looked back at my handiwork with a melancholy sigh. She was so small and frail looking in my large clothes. It was almost as if she lost an unprecedented amount of weight in a short period of time.
"You must rest now," I told her, though I knew she couldn't hear me. "I'll lie you down." I lifted her up in my arms, making sure her head was pushed against my chest. It wasn't my imagination . . . she had become a great deal lighter. My poor Nasrin . . .
Peering around the room, I was met with the familiar sight of her old bed on the floor, still untouched from when she left it for good over a year ago. How many nights had been spent arguing over whether or not she would be allowed to sleep in a decent bed? How trivial it all was now. She would sleep in my bed every day for the rest of her life; and if anything, I would sleep on the floor. Nasrin deserved everything. And I would fight to give her anything to make her comfortable.
No one will hurt her again . . .
Smiling somberly, I laid her down gently in what was now her bed, covering her with the red silken sheet. I caressed her bloody cheek, hesitating for a moment before climbing into the bed with her, enclosing her limp body in my arms, swearing on my life that I would keep her safe forevermore. We had suffered enough.
A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! MWA!
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Doll: Too much confidence you have.
Shade: O.O;; (puts it down) Ok, on to business. LOL. Don't worry, Christine doesn't emerge from this story unscathed. But thank you (bows) I am very flattered. HUGS FOR YOU! (from Erik mind you, as me hugging random people would seem kinda off)
Erik: (hugs tightly)
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AngelOfTheNight: XD! I know, I know. OH! YAY! That'd be cool though. How was it, btw? Thanks for the review and here is your update!
Ali: (pats) Everything will be all right. Natsuki told me that she warned you of the cliffie of unyayness. Thanks for the review and here is your update!
Dragon-mage16: Well, the chapter was short because it set the stage for this one. Nothing I could have done to change it. XD! 19th century Italian mobsters. Thanks for the review and here is your update!
Norma Jean the Dancing Machine: Well, he thought that Nasrin was dead, so he can't really stay with her. What good would it do? He just kinda figured that Christine could make him happy even though Nasrin 'died.' Thanks for the review and here is your update!
LadyOfLegends: XD! Nasrin enjoyed the lollipop very much.
Nasrin: (is sucking on it)
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VictorianDream: I'm sorry. But now you understand why I wanted it to be kept until after I got back. Nasrin appreciates the hug, though she's kinda knocked out at the moment and can't express it.
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