Erik's Desire

By: Muse of Destructiveness

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the beautiful legacy and character of the phantom Erik. He and the others belong to themselves and Gaston Leroux for writing their story. The only thing I do own is a high respect for the phantom and my OC's.

Warning: Later there will be much Christine bashing. I despise her for breaking the phantom's heart like she did, and later there will be Raoul bashing. Sympathy pains for these two will be treated with large tranquilizers and flames will be used to burn my old school papers.

Chapter 1

"Erik? Where is the music that you want me to sing?" Ravyn looked at her teacher, her crimson eyes clouded with confusion. Sheets of music lay scattered everywhere, thanks to the devoted pupil who had tore through them earlier. "You just said that we were starting something new…now where is it?" she said angrily, stomping her foot with impatience.

Erik watched the scene with amusement shining within the yellow orbs of his eyes. He ran a hand through his dark hair, mussing it adorably. "I said that we were going to try something new, not sing something new…" He chuckled at the bewilderment on her face then continued, "Now, go into that room back there and put on the dress I've laid out for you...it will help you to feel the character more than just singing the notes on a page."

She gave him one last curious stare before heeding to his wishes. She just didn't feel right about this and she couldn't understand why. Everything Erik had ever done for her was for her benefit, and it was time she did something for him.

Ravyn all but gasped when she saw the dress that waited for her. What looked like miles of black lace covering a beaded crimson silk bodice, with a skirt that looked perilous in itself; and she wasn't even considering the black stilettos that screamed "I'm going to fall". Oh well, if this is what he wanted then this is what he was going to get.

While Ravyn was battling the beautiful yet very difficult dress, Erik was pacing the room. God, what am I doing…this is exactly what I had Christine do with that wedding dress…He stood facing the very mirror that had mocked him for a lifetime, his eyes narrowing in disgust. How could I ask for anyone to love me? Just look at me, I'm nothing more than a repulsive beast of a man.

A soft rustling came from across the room, accompanied by a short cry of fear. He whirled around and saw Ravyn trying to keep her balance on the shoes he had set out for her to wear. He rushed over and caught her as she toppled over. "Darling, you really must be more careful," he smiled down at her, and she cursed softly. God how easy it was to call her my darling...I think instead of her being careful, it should be me. Those words came much too naturally to my tongue.

"Well," Ravyn mumbled, attempting to upright her self, "How do I look in this thing?" Erik stared at her for a moment. Her usually perfect ebony curls were slightly disheveled but other than that…she was beautiful.

He cleared his throat and bit back the compliments that gathered on his tongue. "It looks fine, shall we get started then?" He saw a glimpse of hurt cross her face for a moment, then nodding quickly she made her way past him to the piano. His heart clenched at the thought of hurting her, but he couldn't convince himself to tell her exactly how he felt. There was too much there and too much at stake.

Inwardly he cursed Christine and what she had done to him. And God knows, he cursed the very existence of the Comte de Chagny everyday he was alive. Half of him told him that he should have killed them when he had the chance. His other half told him he did the right thing. Shaking those two from his thoughts, his mind turned back to his new protégé and her clear, pure voice as she sang.

A/N: Here it is…it might be a little scattered but personally, whose mind wouldn't be scattered if they had lost their last true love? Whatever…read and review.

Review Corner

MuseofDestructiveness: YAY! I have reviewers! Erik plushies for all!

Twinkle22: Hope you enjoy this chapter. If you have any ideas for the next chapter…they'd be appreciated and very much considered!

The-Music-of-the-Night: Thanks, and although it might come later…there will be plenty of bashing on those two lovebirds!