Authoress: Hello again! So sorry for this short chapter, I promise the next one will be longer. Also, Erik is making another appearance!
Erik: Yes, I am back! *Sniffles* Thanks to those who sent me chocolate and/or help with my sickness.
Authoress: Though he won't admit it, he is still a bit sick.
Erik: I am not!
Authoress: If you are not, then why do you sound really congested? Or, why are you still sniffling and blowing your nose?
Erik: ...*silence*...
Authoress: That's what I thought. Now, do the disclaimer, I have some important news to tell the readers.
Erik: *Glares* Authoress does not own any copyrighted material mentioned. This includes Phantom of the Opera, which is attributed to ALW and Leroux. The only thing she owns is Amethyst Dalvia and other original characters.
Erik POV
He didn't even care that she was too busy looking around to notice him running towards the organ. There were tears streaming down my face, over the regular and deformed side. I didn't want her to see me like this, much less anyone.
Once I reached the organ, I put my head down, closed my eyes and just played. I did not hear anything but my own breathing and heartbeat, and time itself seemed to slow down as I played.
Ba-dum
I moved my fingers unconsciously over the keys.
Ba-dum
Tears streamed down my face.
Ba-dum
I thought of my Christine, her curly brown locks, and her beautiful green-grey eyes.
Ba-dum
I think I heard the music trickle into my ears until it became louder and louder.
Ba-dum
Time sped up again, and I heard a faint melody. It was accompanied with a hiccuping.
Is that me? , I thought. No, I weep, I do not cry. Then I remembered that there was someone with me.
I put my hand on my temples, and instead of my right hand hitting cold porcelain, it felt the edge of my bone.
My eyes shot open, and I instantly covered the mangled side of my face.
How the hell did both my mask and wig fall off?
I looked toward my companion if she could even be called it. She looked at me with red, swollen, pity-filled eyes.
"Pitiful creature of darkness," she sang, as she stepped up to me.
Then she started crying even more. She could hardly keep the tremble out of her voice when she kissed my right hand, (the one covering my face) and whispered, "You are a monster, no matter what you think."
She was wrong. I had just scared away my only chance for a peaceful existence. I was not a human, much less loved, and I would never be loved by anyone in their right mind.
Then I realized what she had just done.
She kissed me, and even though it was just on my hand, no other living being had ever done so. Not even a dog had given me 'kisses'.
She gave me the one thing my own mother denied me. This woman, a stranger, had been kinder than my own mother.
"Come," she said, "you need to let out sadness, or else you will end up doing crazy things."
"Thank you," I whispered. God, I sounded so weak. No one had ever seen me like this, not even Madame Giry.
She smiled, sniffed, and wiped the tears and makeup off her face. "Believe me, the pleasure is all mine."
Then it was my turn to smile, even if it was barely a comfort.
"God," she said, "no one's ever seen me like this. I usually just cry in my room…"
"Alone?" He asked.
She smiled sadly and muttered, "Of course."
"I am sorry, Mademoiselle Amethyst-"
"Please, just Amethyst."
"Then, Amethyst, I am sorry for making you see the repulsive carcass that is my face. And, I thank you for giving me the one thing even my mother denied me."
Amethyst POV
She could barely keep herself from squeezing the life out of him with her giant bear hugs. She loved to give hugs.
Wow, I'm desperate for human contact, she thought. At least, I'm not as bad as Erik, he put everything into his one stalkerish obsession.
He had a lot of demons, that man. It was the least she could do to offer him human contact. And she had to convince him that his face was not bad at all.
As he bent down to retrieve his mask and wig, she said, "You know, your face is not ugly. In fact, I find you quite attractive."
He snorted. Putting his mask and wig back on, he replied, "Yes, and there is such thing as a horseless carriage."
"Actually," I quipped, "in 1886, Karl Benz made the first automobile, also known as a horseless carriage."
His face flushed. I started to chuckle, which turned into me bending over in laughter. My stomach started to hurt, but I could not stop laughing.
When I finally got myself under control, I was wiping tears out of my eyes. I looked up at him, and he looked offended. It was quite adorable, actually.
Erik: That is it?
Authoress: Yes, unfortunaltelyI had to cut it short, otherwise I would have had to postpone the update until tomorrow.
Erik: You need to get my life together.
Authoress: You think I don't know that?
Erik: Yes...
Authoress: *Glares* Anyways, I saw Phantom of the Opera on Broadway, and even though I sat way in the back, the musical was amazing. Plus, the Phantom with Easter Bunny ears, jumping around was too much to handle.
Erik: Too bad I could not go..
Authoress: Suck it up! You're fictional, you can't go!
Erik: *Mutters* Stupid real people.
Authoress: Anyways, next chapter will definitely be longer, and don't forget to favorite, follow, review, and comment! They are confidence boosters, and will make me push out chapters more often!
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