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 2
After her ritualistic lessons with her fascinating teacher, Ravyn turned her attention to the small diary she kept under her mattress. She opened it to her last entry, rereading the last passage that was scrawled across the page. What are these longings see in those golden eyes that watch my every move? Sometimes I see amusement and others, if I didn't know better; I would swear it was love.
She sighed wearily as she closed the small book, and reached for the small glass of water on her nightstand. Today he had worked her harder than usual and with every mistake she had made came a sharp complaint. Her throat was killing her, and so was her pride. Ravyn had always thought of her voice as the one thing she could rely on. Now, with Erik complaining more than usual about her lack of talent and a soprano range, she was beginning to have her doubts.
He was acting so differently these past few days, and truth be told, Ravyn was becoming more and more wary around him. It wasn't that it frightened her, but it caught her off guard at times. One moment, his voice would be so soft and passionate, and another he was harsh and so cold that his voice sent shivers down her spine.
Inwardly she had always wondered about the mask, but she had never bothered to ask about it. The white mask had to be covering something, or he would have taken it off at least once. She wondered if that might have anything to do with his new found tribulations.
Ah, well, she thought. I'm just his student, nothing more. I'm just another ordinary girl, nothing to be concerned about in his eyes. His beautiful eyes, so deep, so sensual but yet glazed over with coldness. But when he looks at me like he did today, when he caught me…
It slightly disconcerted her that he could make her feel so beautiful, then turn his back on her and make her feel worse than dirt. Erik was a very complex person, with so many barriers against the outside world, yet she admired him. Or at least she thought it was admiration… After all, she really had no right to love him, if that was what all those secret longings were.
A/N: Well, here's another installment in the complex issues of Ravyn and Erik.
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