A/N: This is my new creation. It is different to say the least. I have the way I want it to go locked away tight so please bear with me for this chapter. It may seem a little confusing, but I assure you that it will explain itself as time goes on. Once again, Phantom of the Opera is owned by Gaston LeRoux. Without him, none of this would be possible. In later chapters, all lyrics will belong to the talented and wonderful Andrew Lloyd Webber. I do not own any of them. There are a few characters that are in here that are mine but the others I do not claim to own. That is my disclaimer.
It is a new dawn, a new story, a new Erik. He is much different than in 'From the Light…Into Darkness'. If you guys are looking for another romance, this won't be it. It is a total 180 from what I have previously written. It's definitely a different route for me. So please read and review as always. And maybe, some time soon, you will hear from the new Erik. He is eager for you all to read.
The sun is setting. Let our story begin…
Into the Mind's Eye
Chapter 1 – The Voice of Seduction
Perspiration dripped down his face. His mind willed his eyes shut but they would not comply. Iridescent eyes stared into the darkness. A single candle was lit but did nothing for his vision. Screams echoed around him – male, female, adult, child…
"They are not for you to understand."
He cringed as he heard her voice travel to him in the darkness. It surrounded him – smothered him.
Please, God…anyone…save me from this Hell…
He could feel warm blood trickle down his hands. His wrists had been bound for hours, perhaps even days. He had lost track of time in the darkness.
I need you…
His eyes closed as he heard her voice. A smile crept onto his face as the soft whisper of a woman's voice filled him.
"The only way you will smile is if I am the one to cause it."
A light touch caressed his cheek. He tried to move but his body seemed to exist in a catatonic state. Shivering, he felt a fingernail cut through his flesh.
I will not scream…
"You will scream when I wish it. You will tremble when I touch you. You will bow before me before I am done with you."
Torture…this is all it is…torture…
"You are a creature of the night. I have seen you wander – meander through the dark alleyways of my city. Did you think I would not watch you? That I would not see the darkness that stays inside of you?"
You are not dark…you are my light…
The girl's voice filled him once again, making his heart race and his blood sing. Her voice was as if an angel were singing to him from above. It was the only thing that tied him to this plane of existence.
"I am always watching."
He screamed a blood-curdling scream. It was as if his mind was off in a distant land, taking him away from the pain. A hot spear pressed against his flesh. He could hear it sizzle and made him feel as if his skin was on fire.
"Please…" He did not want to plead but he was becoming tired.
"Say it."
Would he say what he needed to, to save his body? Or would he keep quiet to save his soul?
"Say it and I will spare your life."
"I…"
No! Please, do not say it. The girl's voice pleaded with him, bringing him back from the darkness that the dark goddess was sending him to.
"Say it!" She screamed. It echoed of the walls and nearly made his eardrums burst.
He kept silent – knowing now that his life was at an end.
"Very well." She paused – giving him time to breath. "Leave us!"
He could hear footsteps and a door closing. They were alone now – alone in the darkness that wanted to claim him.
"Oh, my magnificent creature…" She placed her cold hand on his chest. Feeling him tremble under her touch, she smiled. "…you have no idea what I can do to you."
"Please…"
"There is no more begging for mercy. I have no pity for you. You are under my control now. There is no one else to turn to."
"She will save me."
Her laughter turned his heart cold.
He continued to say it – as if it were a silent prayer to any God that would hear him. "She will save me. I know she will."
He jumped as he felt her breath hot on his neck. Both of her hands were now on his chest. Her fingertips were near the skin burned just moments before. All she had to do was reach out…
"She is not coming for you. I am your salvation. I am your end. I am…" Kissing his neck, he cringed. "…everything. You will bow to me. And once you do, you will cause the woman's life to end."
"No…"
"She will be the death of you, I promise you that."
Closing his eyes, he began to listen to the voice. He heard the girl – saw her, felt her.
Please…save me…
