POTOlvr: thanx for the review! I am glad you love it, I loved that chapter too. I made Erik lose his temper and go mentally insane for a minute. He he!
Disclaimer: I still don't own the phantom of the opera.
Chap.6
"That's right ladies and gentlemen, I am the Phantom of the Opera!" Christine mentally slapped herself. A round of gasps filled the room. "Erik…" she started to whisper. He whirled on her. "No…Christine. I am not Erik. I am the Phantom." Erik couldn't control himself he was once again letting his emotions run wild and take control over his conscience, while deep inside he remembered what he said. The Phantom is gone and he's never coming back. Well the phantom is back and Christine is once again frightened, more shocked and confused, than frightened. "No! you are not!" Christine said standing up, anger welling up inside of her. Erik/The Phantom just glared at her. "You are not the Phantom of the opera. You are Erik, my love!" She started out raging but ended up calm and quiet, fear that she has lost her Angel of music. "You dare to tell me who I am! And…" he turned to the people in the Restaurant who were once again staring, not moving. "Why aren't you running and screaming?" They continued to stare at him for a few moments, then the whole place burst into laughter. This got Erik/The Phantom very confused, which added another emotion to the emotion attack on his conscience. "Why in God's name are you all laughing?" Erik/The Phantom asked in rage. "Monsieur!" The man that was talking to them earlier was now, roaring with laughter and trying to talk at the same time. "Monsieur you expect us to believe that you are the Phantom of The Opera. We all know that he lives in the cellar of the Opera Populaire and wouldn't dare to come out, or go to a restaurant for that matter." The Phantom marched over there, his eyes consumed in flames. He picked up the man by his collar and held him close to his face. "Monsieur, You are lucky that I do not have my lasso with me…" Christine was in horror and when she saw her love threatening this innocent man, she got up and walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. suddenly he seemed to relax. His muscles relaxed and he stopped shaking with anger. He placed the man down gently, the man was still not convinced that he was the Phantom but he was frightened.
Christine still kept her hand on his shoulder, she was amazed on how he stopped when she touched him. He felt him start to shake again, not with anger but with fear. He suddenly dropped to his knees and placed his face in his hands. Christine bent down and wrapped her arms around him the best she could. He was still shaking. "shhh…my love it's alright."
Erik looked up at her in shock. She still loved him after what just happened. He became that beast again, the one he promised to himself he would never let return. "no…Christine it's not." Tears started to form in his eyes. "I let my emotions get the best of me again. I turned back into the beast I once was, The beast which everyone was afraid of. And don't try to tell me that you were not, I saw fear in your eyes when you looked at me." Christine put her head down. She didn't know what to say. "The last thing I ever wanted to do was become that monster, that loathsome gargoyle, once again. And just before I did." Now tears were running gently down his face, he didn't want to cry in public, but yet here the tears were coming.
All the people were staring at them. The man was simply amazed by the acting skills of this guy. He sure did know a lot about what the phantom would be feeling. (and you may ask…where was the manager in all of this? Well it just so happens he was watching…but the thing is he saw Don Juan and recognized them both automatically.) He was afraid to go near them, go near him. Some one came up to him. "aren't you going to ask them to leave, monsieur?" He turned his head and looked at the man like he was crazy. "Are you crazy. Go up to them and ask the Phantom of the Opera to leave! Absolutely not." The man now looked at him like he was crazy. "you actually believe that this man is the Phantom of the Opera." The manager nodded. "I was there during Don Juan. That is Miss. Christine Daae and that is the Phantom, I recognize the mask he is wearing and his face and his voice. That sir, is the real Phantom of the Opera." The man's eyes widened and went over to his table, he whispered something to his family and they quickly fled the restaurant.
After a few minutes of letting the tears flow Erik wiped them from his face and slowly stood up. He looked around at all the people, he stopped at the man who didn't belive he was the phantom. "I am truly sorry monsieur." The man nodded but didn't say anything. Erik turned and stopped at the manager, when he saw the manger catch his gaze, he saw him jump and shake in fear. Well there is one believer. Erik started to walk over there, the manager was frantic. Erik held out his hand. "Monsieur…"he started. "Don't kill me! I wasn't one of the ones who screamed at the sight of you. Please." The man started to cower and if he was a dog, his tail would be between his legs. "monsieur." Erik repeated. "I wanted to apologize for all the trouble I just caused. Miss Daae and I will leave shortly. I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry and I need to know that you forgive us…me…at least a bit." The manager stared at him. "So….you're not going to hurt me?" He asked. "no, I am not. I am sorry that you had to see the temper of The Phantom. My deepest apologies sir," he turned to Christine. "Come Christine, we best be going." Christine stood up silently and walked over to him, she took his hand and she whispered to the manager. "Sorry once again monsieur." And then Erik led her out of the restaurant. And only a few minutes after they left, would you believe who walked in. The one and only, Vicomte de chagny. He saw the shocked looked on everybodys face, some people were laughing. "I feel as though, I missed something." Raoul said. "Oh. Raoul welcome." You see Raoul was a regular customer here. "Thank you monsieur." He thanked with a nod. "Oh vicomte, my dear boy. You did miss a lot!" A man said, he was also a regular customer. Raoul walked over to him. "ah monsieur Leroux," Raoul took a seat across from him. "Oh you should have seen it! Some crazy whacked out lunatic thought he was the Phantom of The Opera. Although it wasn't because his wife was calling him Erik." Now Raoul knew that it wasn't the Phantom. He didn't have a wife, and his name was not Erik! (man Raoul is stupid, well The Phantom never told anybody so….wait did I just support Raoul..shudder…)
"no monsieur he was the phantom." The manager said in a low, dazed whisper. "sir?" Raoul questioned. "The phantom was here." The manager said. Monsieur Leroux was laughing. But Raoul was wondering if the Phantom was really there.