Hey everybody! Thank you so much to those who reviewed! Thank you beelzemongirl, QuillInkAndParchment, and stitchphantom666. I love you guys, thank you SO much! Erik, do your thing!
Erik: I hate you. (walks over and kisses all reviewers)
I envy you three right now.
Ahem, well, listen guys, the first day of school starts tomorrow for me, so that means I will once again be burdened with homework, orchestra and chorus concerts, and other things. Updates won't be as fast.
Camille: Since when were they fast before?
(sighs) This is my muse Camille. She'll be helping with the fic.
Camille: Hello.
This is, if you read the title, obviously Erik's thoughts on Don Juan Triumphant right before Christine heartlessly ripped off his mask. And Camille?
Camille: Do I have to?
I can always get Salaya or Maiana to come help me.
Camille: Oh no you don't! Not those psychos! (turns to readers) Computerfreak101 does not own the Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux, Andrew Lloyd Webber, and all those other important people do. (turns to CF101) There, happy?
Much! Enjoy readers!
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Tonight's the night
The night of Don Juan
I stalk the dark passageways of my lair
My face an emotionless mask.
But inside…
My hands are sweating,
My heart is pounding,
Every sense I possess has increased ten fold.
Tonight I will either be the happiest man on this earth
Or a man with a thousand shattered pieces for a heart.
I leave the darkness of my home and venture into the harsh light.
I can hear them starting,
The overture pounding through my ears and the halls of the Opera Populaire.
I can see the Vicomte in my box, a policeman behind him.
The fool.
The ignorance, the insolence!
He thinks he will defeat me tonight,
He thinks the big bad policemen will shoot me dead tonight
And he will whisk Christine away from me forever
Basking in the glory of being her knight in shining armor.
Ha!
After all this time, I cannot believe he has the stupidity to underestimate me!
I shake my head, ridding it of thoughts of gruesome deaths for the boy
As I hear the chorus start to sing.
I slip, unseen, backstage
And wait.
Poor young maiden!
For the thrill of the tongue of stolen sweets!
You will have to pay the bill,
Tangled in the winding sheets!
Christine wants the perfect romance, and is willing to defy a phantom to get it.
She is willing to play with fire.
And now she will be burnt.
Don Juan triumphs
Once again!
Piangi sings his part and walks backstage.
Right into my deadly, magical lasso.
Master?
It is time.
I walk onstage, staring at Christine.
She looks so innocent, so timid, sitting there.
I almost back out.
I can't do this to her.
I can't drag an angel into hell and expect her to love me
It's impossible.
But…I've done the impossible before, haven't I?
I start to sing and take particular pleasure in seeing her shocked face.
In your mind you've already succumbed to me
Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me
She may not know it, but she is mine. Not by force, but by her own will.
She gave me her voice and heart
The night I introduced her to her Angel of Music.
And it intensified,
The stakes were raised ever since I showed her
The Music of the Night
We made a deal, and I have performed my end of the bargain.
She is famous, all because of me.
Now she wants out of our deal.
The games we've played 'till now
Are at an end.
She should know…
When you make a deal with the devil…
You keep it.
I have come here
Hardly knowing the reason why
So true. The child does not know of the events that will take place tonight.
And really…neither do I.
…I've already imagined our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent.
I have been denied the joys of the flesh for far to long.
We ascend the iron staircases, staring at each other from opposite sides of the stage.
From opposite sides of the line.
She is pure, innocent, a frail and impressionable child.
An angel.
She thrives in the light, in the sun.
I, I am a monster. My hands are forever stained
With the blood of my victims
I have seen, heard, and felt things
That no one should ever have to see, hear, or feel.
I do not belong in the light.
I am a demon.
And demons flourish in the dark.
We embrace each other above the stage
Above the fiery pits of Don Juan's lair.
Above the fiery pits of my hell.
The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn
We've passed the point of no return
There's no turning back now.
The damage has been done.
The hearts have been broken, the lives have been ruined.
Now is the moment of truth.
Time to see how this nightmare will end.
I turn her to face me, my eyes telling her what my mouth can't.
She stares at me, fear, confusion, and pity in her gaze.
I slip my ring on her finger.
That ring is so precious to me.
I try to tell her
How much she means to me, how much I love her,
How desperate I am.
All I ask is for her to love me.
Something no one could ever do before.
And I can't help but wonder
If Christine really is the same as the world.
I pray to God that she's not.
Please Christine, I willed silently.
Find the desperate, lonely and broken man behind the Phantom.
Love me, save me.
Help me…
Say you'll share with me,
One love, one lifetime
Lead me, save me
From my solitude.
Say you want me with you hear beside you.
Anywhere you go, let me go too!
Christine, that's all I ask of…
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Well you know what happens next. Poor Erik! (hugs him)
Erik: (choking)
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