Chapter 18: You Will Curse the Day
A/n I don't own POTO or anything retaining to it. Ok, so Christine and Erik are pretty much happily engaged. Let's see if I can change that…
Philippe felt the golden liquid scorch his throat down to his gut. Each sip at first burning, but later numbing the pain. His brother was dead, and it was all her fault. He had been a Vicomte, and had deserved a woman much better than a no good chorus girl whore. His grip on the glass tightened as his anger increased. It shattered; and in response, so had his life. The world around him began to sway as his drunkenness finally got a hold of him. The darkness slowly took a grasp on him, but before he lost consciousness, he promised that he would get his brother the revenge he deserved.
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The Count awoke about 7 hours later, and immediately remembered his promise. He stood quickly, but fell over, succumbing to his hangover. Once the world stopped spinning, he lifted himself up and seated himself in a nearby armchair.
The rest of that day he suffered from dizziness, nausea, and worst of all, the need to kill.