Chapter 20
Sasha waited in the shadow's for Raoul to return to his room, the wasted blood of her father still soiling her dress. She watched as the door slowly opened, and he stumbled in, his face still in shock from what he just did. Sasha squeezed the Catgut Punjab in her hand tighter.
"Damn fool, he doesn't know how to kill, he regrets." She spoke under her breath, as she crept up behind him. She loosed the catgut, and let her presence be known.
"What... What are you doing here?" He stumbled out, noticing Erik's most famous weapon in her hand. She took a step closer and laughed manically.
"Did you honestly think you would get away with this?" Her voice chilled him to the bone. Never before had he been so frightened of someone's voice, not even the mightily Erik could scare him as much as she did at this moment. Raoul remained silent, as she began to circle him, like a cheetah taunting it's prey. "Not even Judas himself would have committed such an act to an Angel."
"He stole my wife! And created you!" He commented coldly, but she just laughed.
"You stole his wife, Christine belonged to him, she loves him! As she loves me, because I'm his. If I had never been born, your preciouses wife would have taken her own life to be with her angel!" Sasha screamed with rage. A devilish smile crept across Raoul's face.
"And what do you believe you are going to do? I assume you plan to kill me." His voice was unusably calm.
"It's more than you deserve!"
"But you won't, not while your dear sister is alive. She couldn't live without me." Raoul's smile disappeared when a grim crept across her own face.
"She's long gone, Raoul. Now that she is a married women, she doesn't need your protection anymore, she has Phil now."
"But Phil is my kin! They both will worry. My nephew will return, once he hears how the man who killed his father is dead!"
"He doesn't know about his father, the poor fool. But it's better that way, who would want to know their blood has been watered down with De Chagny? Your on your own know, your money isn't here to help, it's judgement day." His face lost it's colour as he realized she wasn't playing around.
"You know you can't go through with it, not even Erik could!"
"Don't you say his name!" she hissed. "Don't you ever! He was more of a man than all of your 'gentlemen' friends put together! The only reason he didn't kill you was because he cared to deeply for mother, he never wanted her to feel pain, he loved he too much, something you wouldn't know about. He should have killed you, instead of letting you hurt mother every time you went to that damn place!"
"What would your mother do if she knew you killed her husband? She wouldn't be able to survive!"
"I don't expect her to, not with her angel really dead, and his child gone. She will take her own life, to join father."
"Your leaving?" It finally struck him she meant to go through with her plan.
"Did you expect me to stay? Your the force that's kept me prisoner here, I would have been gone and married by now if it was my own choice!
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"Married? What man would take someone so ugly and tempered as you?" He spoke with the most degrading tone. Sasha couldn't control her rage any longer. She wanted revenge, not just for killing her father, but for everything he did to her. All those years of feeling inferior, all the abuse, all the sorrow her mother had gone through. In his house, she was just a ghost. Her soul just wondered around, never allowed to reach it's true potential. she would have become like all the other aristocratic women, a soulless vessel for children, that was oblivious to the world, addicted to patient drugs that took the loneliness away, If it hadn't been for Erik.
Sasha wrapped the catgut around his neck, and slowly tightened it, making sure it hurt him to repay for all he did to her. She put her lips up to his ear
"His name is James, and he loves me, he loves me, just as Erik loves Christine." She tighten the Punjab, enjoying Raoul's gasping struggle. She had never felt this way before, the sensation that aroused when she held a life in her hands was intoxicating. It almost felt as good as making love with James, but, after all, it is an intimate way to kill. The feeling of the victims pain, being able to feel the heat from there body, the smell of their fright, to hear his breath cut short, to feel him struggle, but lose. In a few seconds, it was all over. She allowed his limp body to fall to the floor, a small thud echoed through the room.
"He's gone." She spoke to herself. She contemplated what she had just done. Sasha didn't feel sorry for what she did, but pity that his disease had not been the cause of his death.
Sasha returned to the barn, were James was waiting for her. He had removed Erik's body, and was preparing the horses. James had already gone to the undertaker, and struck a deal with him. He was to care for Erik's body in secret, and as quickly as possible. With money from Raoul's treasury, he bought a plot of land for Erik's body to be buried, and hired men who would take care of the grave. They had devised a plan to elope, and runoff together. They didn't know were they were to go, but they couldn't stay in London, not after what Sasha did. Before they left for their not so happily ever after, Sasha made one stop, to make sure Erik would be remembered, after paying a hefty fee, she left instructions for the perfect gravestone.
ErikChristine
1831-1890 1854-1890
The greatest example of true love
A legendary genius, and the women he lived for,
who overcame all hell to be with each other,
in this world and the next
True Angels Of Music
