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 very much ignored like the last and used to toast marshmallows in my review corner.
Chapter 5
Erik had had enough. For the past few hours he had done nothing but beat himself up. He'd think that he had done the right thing by just leaving her like he had, but the passionate part of him said that he should have finally let her know how he felt. Sighing, he rose and retraced her steps to the mirror that connected to her room.
He heard loud voices arguing, and recognized the woman to be his fiery protégé. But whose was the other one? A male, definitely, but who? He quickened his pace and came to a sudden stop.
"I'll never be so stupid as to succumb to you again! Haven't you figured that out after two hundred years of nothing but searching! I don't love you, and I never have!" she screamed, her face flushed with anger. "I never could, you never gave me a chance. All you ever did was turn me into the hideous creature I am now!"
She turned her back and among the glistening silver on her sleeves, Erik now saw a dagger in one hand. In his mind it was like a slow motion, black and white movie. The kind where you know you don't want to look, but you can't really help yourself. Before he could even blink, she had buried the blade up to the hilt in the man's chest.
"May you rest in Hell, Yaksha. May you rest in Hell…" she hissed softly into his ear, meeting the man's surprise-filled eyes with a calm stare. He fell to the ground, now nothing but a pile of ash that she simply swept up, seemingly without a care.
Erik watched, stunned from his original intent. I come here to tell her I love her and she kills someone who just wanted to be with her. And what did she mean, two hundred years? Don't tell me I'm in love with an immortal who is as old, if not older than I…
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I have a lot on my mind now that school is starting Thursday. Because of this, I might have to put this story on short hiatus…I hope not, but just in case…anyone who likes this and wants to keep up with it might want to put it on chapter alert so they'll know when I update.
Review Corner
MuseofDestructiveness: is holding marshmallows and charring them over a fire I'm using my very first flame to toast marshmallows, thanks to whoever it was! Anyways, I know that Ravyn's acting a little cold-hearted at the moment, but that'll change when Erik gets his paws on her. R&R
The-Music-of-the-Night: Right now, I don't think Erik is too pleased with anyone. What little trust he had in Ravyn has been shattered. But have no fear, he'll regain it eventually. BTW, how's that fic of yours coming?