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 much Raoul bashing in the future. Sympathy pains for these two will be treated by my muses and large tranquilizers, and flames will be used to burn my enemies at the stake.
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Random A/N: YAY FOR PHANTOM PHANS EVERYWHERE! And for those of you who love the Phantom but haven't heard…Phantom has become the longest running Broadway show! Cheers to all the Phantoms in history and keep entertaining us with your Music of the Night!
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Chapter 9
"My angel," Erik whispered, his breath caressing her cheek as she slept, her body curled next to his. He captured a stray curl and stroked it gently, marveling in its soft vitality. So beautiful, he thought, and mine if I so wish. But if she knew what lies beneath this mask, of the disfigurement that is my curse to carry, she would run from me like Christine did.
He pried himself from her slumbering arms, stopping when she murmured his name in her sleep, kissing her closed eyelids softly. She smiled, nuzzling her cheek against his hand, and his eyes closed in silent anguish. How could he leave her now? After a night spent with her, nothing else could compare to the joys he found in her arms, and yet he had to go. It was best that he left before he hurt her, before she knew, before she awakened.
He turned to leave, not seeing her eyes open or the hurt and anger that flashed across the dark orbs. "Regrets already, my teacher?" spoke the cold voice from the bed, making him flinch at the ice laced through the words.
"No," he replied, his body sinking into a defeated slouch that revealed the honesty in his statement.
"Then why do you turn from me? Did I just dream of the passion we shared?" she said softly, her voice betraying the hurt he had placed there with his decision. "Was I still not good enough to satisfy you?"
"You don't understand," he responded, his voice hoarse from resisting the urge to tell her how pleasurable it truly was.
"Then explain it to me so that I may comprehend what it is that would make you leave me."
"I cannot. Believe me, my love, I wish I could. Instead, all I can do is tell you how breathtakingly beautiful the time we spent together was. I can tell you how much I truly care for you, how insanely in love with you I am, and how much I want to stay with you."
"You would have a hard time proving it by me right now with your back turned to me and your eyes staring at anything but me."
What little control he had been holding snapped like a fragile thread. He whirled around to face her, his eyes blazing with a fire he had been trying to restrain. His hands grabbed her roughly, forcing her to come to him. Any protests she would have voiced were cut off by his mouth. "You want proof, darling? I shall give you proof," he hissed against her neck, determined to do exactly as he promised, with all thoughts of departure aside, and thoughts of passions and desires brought forth from the unending spring of his love.
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A/N: Okay, here it is. So it took a little longer and shorter than I expected, and I know it should be better than this because of all the many weeks it took to get around to writing it, but hey…school's a pain and life's a little hectic. You know the drill so read and review.