Chapter 9: FINALLY!
a/n I don't own POTO or anything retaining to it … you'll understand the title of the chapter later ;)
As soon as Erik let his victim go, the figure of Christine appeared out of the darkness. Oh, god, what now? He thought to himself.
"YOU ANIMAL!" she screamed. Erik was ashamed of his behaviors after what she had said. Even though he had just been about to free the vicomte, when Christine spoke such hurtful words, it made him just want to curl up and die. I must explain myself, for I doubt the selfish fop will do that for me. He thought to himself.
"Christine, I-" he tried to explain, but was immediately cut off by Christine's angered cries.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? LOCKING ME IN THERE LIKE SOME CHILD AGAINST MY WILL? YOU TRIED TO KILL HIM!" Erik finally understood that Christine was hardly paying any mind to him, she was speaking to her fiancé. More like ex-fiancé. He tried his best to keep a smirk from crawling across his face, because he knew the vicomte could get violent with her. With this thought, Erik suddenly felt himself filling with rage.
"What have you done to her?" he hissed loudly, pushing the vicomte against the wall. This time, he was the one to give a glare of pure hatred. Raoul shook with fear.
"N-n-nothing I SWEAR!" he shrieked.
"Don't lie to me, boy! Tell the truth you worthless piece of-"
"No angel! Please!" Erik had almost forgotten Christine was there. Like an obedient dog, he immediately backed off, leaving Raoul in a state of confused shock. But this didn't last very long. Raoul ran towards Christine and pushed her against the ground, leaving her unconscious form heaped in a pile on the cold, stone floor.
In a state of uncontrollable anger and rage, he ran towards the man who had hurt the woman he loved. "TONIGHT, YOU DIE VICOMTE!" he picked up a candlestick and began swinging, each time hitting the fop with a sickening crack. His mask fell off, but he was too overcome by his emotions to even think about that at the moment. After about ten minutes, the vicomte lay in a bloody pile.
After replacing his mask, Erik returned to Christine, gathering her in his arms and placing her in the swan bed. How peaceful she looked. I imagine this is the first worthwhile sleep she's gotten in a while, he thought. A genuine smile spread across his face as he stood there and watched her for what seemed like a lifetime.
His grin soon faded when his thoughts returned to the vicomte, whose body was completely still. When Erik lifted his wrist and felt no pulse, he was not sure whether to jump for joy or to sulk around the lair. Another dead, he said to himself, but it was for a good cause. She needs to be free of all monsters, even if that includes me.
After ridding of the body, Erik turned into an unknown corridor and glided into a room only he had seen before. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a few stationary items. His quill touched the parchment, and the words poured from his soul into the note.