The Crystal Rainbow
An Alternate Universe – Phantom of the Opera Story
Nyasia A. Maire
© 2007
DISCLAIMER: I do not hold the rights nor did I create any characters found in The Phantom of the Opera or Phantom, nor have I received monetary compensation for writing this story.
An ancient evil skillfully sings
of bygone times and broken wings.
A Fool's Book of Wisdom
Chapter Twenty-Seven – Xavier
Suddenly, Jacob felt his body moving again, but he no longer felt the presence of the other man. His body rolled across the floor of Helen's bedroom, his passage stopped only as he collided with a trunk sitting at the foot of the bed. He lay dazedly looking up at the ceiling.
"What the hell?" He swore softly and moaned.
A soft, hesitant voice caused him to jump to his feet.
"Cadmus? Are you all right? Oh, by the Goddess! My love, is it really you?"
With a cry, the small, shadowy figure lurched upright, ripped from its unnatural slumber by a sense of foreboding. It lifted a shaking hand to its head and pushed back the midnight-colored cowl of the rough robe it wore then snaked a trembling appendage through its silky hair.
"You really should not reveal your face, Xavier."
A voice echoed mockingly throughout the dimly lit room. The form crouched low for a moment, before it relaxed and began to chuckle softly, amazed at its foolishness.
"Better yet," the voice continued, "I really should not talk to myself and become frightened. That makes me a rather pathetic thing, do you not think?" It scoffed. "I do believe I could do with a bit of light."
Another mirthless chuckle echoed about the corners of the room.
"Well, a bit of candle light, anyway. Anything stronger than that probably would wreak havoc on my fair complexion."
Xavier pushed aside the blankets, sprang up and alighted nimbly on the floor next to the bed. There was a soft whoosh of cloth as Xavier's robe dropped to the floor revealing a diminutive, almost petite form, which seemed to glow with innate phosphorescence. It raised a delicate arm, holding its palm up and with a surprisingly commanding voice intoned, "Lumière!"
With a theatrical flash, the wicks of a dozen candles burst into flame casting the sole occupant of the room into brilliant relief. The naked form of a woman stood next to the bed. Her hoary hair, white-blue eyes and alabaster skin glowed with the same silver-blue as the light of a full moon. She laughed and twirled, relishing her momentary freedom before she stooped, picked up her robe and slipped it on once more. She froze as one of the candles sputtered and went out. Her lips curled in a feral grimace, revealing two wickedly sharp canine teeth. Her tiny hands swiftly covered her head with the cowl and she snarled, "Obscurité!" The newly lit candles instantly went out without a puff of smoke, seemingly as if never lit. She moved to her large, wing-backed chair, sat down and waited.
A large man with a swarthy complexion swept into the room and bowed obsequiously before her chair. She hissed her displeasure, but the man feigned not to notice. After allowing a moment to pass in dramatic silence, the man cleared his throat, but Xavier spoke first.
"Sorin¹, you had best speak your news now before I remove your ability to move under the light of your namesake and you find yourself forever bound to me in the darkness. Why are you here and where is Jacob?"
An oily smile slithered across the gypsy's dark face.
"Well, now, me thinks ta answers ta both of 'em questions really be one and ta same. Firstly, however, methinks that I need ta renegotiate terms …."
The man's words ended in a strangled cry as his head suddenly slammed against the room's far wall, his body dangling as if pinned by a pair of large, invisible hands. His black eyes rolled in fear, which caused a chuckle to escape from Xavier.
"All you need do now is snort and you shall fully resemble the beast you are, Sorin. At least you remind me why I allow you to continue with your worthless existence … your fear provides me with endless hours of enjoyment and entertains me immensely."
Sorin caught a glimpse of the hooded figure and watched as its head shook from side to side. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck and the man could not decide if its cause was fear or the sweltering temperature of the room.
"Not that it really matters none …."
Xavier moved closer to the helpless man and Sorin sensed the smirk hidden beneath the cowl. His cock shriveled miserably and Sorin felt an icy grip squeeze his manhood painfully as his mind took in Xavier's next words.
"Ah, yes, Sorin. At last, you realize … it really does not matter."
A sharp bark of laughter.
"Allow me to rephrase … you have never really mattered. Now, report your news."
Xavier waved a hand casually at Sorin and the man slid down the wall. He fell into a seemingly boneless heap on the floor, breathing heavily. After a few moments, he collected himself and sat with his back propped against the wall. He rubbed at his neck absentmindedly before he began to speak, the words flooding from his mouth in a torrent.
"The lady you said ta look fer is thar. Jacob went into ta ol' woman's place. I sees him meself. Climbed in … nah … rolled in as if'n he owned ta place. He laid on ta floor and I was thinkin' he stunned hisself, but it were not so. I must have blinked cause one minute he be in thar alone and ta next, there's this naked girl sittin' on ta bed lookin' down on him. Fuckin' gorgeous twat, too! Hair ta color of hot coals, likin' ya said ta look fer. I didna wait ta sees anythin' else. I turned and came right here to ya jus' likin' ya said ta do."
The man ceased his rambling dissertation as he realized that although he sweated profusely, the temperature in the room grew decidedly cooler with each word that spilled from his mouth. Sorin's eyes slid hesitantly in the direction of the boiler room's door and his face paled. He panicked and without thought, he blurted.
"Er … um … I just thought … tha' ya might be wantin' to know. After all, ya said ta tell if'n Jacob went inta the cottage, I should tell, so I dun it. Can I …? Should I go back now, Monsieur?"
Xavier began to laugh and Sorin felt his balls contract in fear.
"Monsieur? Surely, your eyes can see more clearly than that, Sorin. I am Marla and after this evening, all shall know me, desire me, love me and worship me. For far too long the eyes of the world passed over me, but no more. Tonight I shall correct the errors made so long ago."
Returning her attention to the man, she hissed, "Transformez!"
Sorin looked about him in confusion. He watched the walls of the room lengthen, the room growing ever larger, until it seemed large enough to house a giant. He shook his head to clear it of the queer buzzing noise, which filled his ears and let out a sharp screech. The last words he recognized were ….
"Aye, Sorin. You may go back now. Back to being the rat, you have always been. Quite fitting do you not think? Scamper away now before I stomp on you, vermin!"
And then, Sorin was no more. A fat, oily black rat chittered loudly and scurried into the shadows.
"Now, I do believe it is almost time to pay Jacob a visit and thank him for coaxing Sabratha or Diamanté or whatever it is that bitch calls herself now, out into the open. If what that fool, Sorin, told me is true, she has left the safety of the bracelet. She is vulnerable now! Oh, Sabratha! You spoiled little princess! You never suspected that I betrayed your tryst with Cadmus to the king. That it was my spell, which provided him with the inspiration to entrap you within the ruby charm. I just never imagined it would take so long to reunite you with Cadmus, but I was patient. Oh, yes, so very patient! And now, I reap my reward. Your power is mine now, cunt! Tonight, just as the soul of your foolish, love-besotted wizard melds with Jacob, I shall be there to end it. Your line dies this night and mine begins! But, first, I do believe that I feel a bit peckish. I need to make a stop before I pay my respects to the de Blanc household for a bite to eat."
Xavier threw her head back and gleefully filled the room with peals of her high-pitched laughter, which echoed off the grease-encrusted walls. A pair of frightfully long and wickedly sharp canines glistened in the dim light of the room's candles. Holding her arms out wide, she spun like a top and slowly drew her arms above her head. When her palms touched, she commanded, "Voyagez!"
The undead creature disappeared in a puff of thick, black smoke.
Christine's giggle caught Erik's attention and he looked up at her, his tongue still teasing her erect nipple. He raised an inquiring eyebrow.
"What?"
She brushed an errant lock of his hair from his eyes and allowed a mischievous grin to turn up the corners of her mouth.
"I think it would be nicer for us if we moved to your bed. After all, it is only two steps away from us. What do you think, mon amour?"
The young man returned her grin and moving with surprising swiftness scooped the woman up into his arms. She shrieked playfully and he laughed merrily.
"Oh, I do believe that I am going to enjoy our lovemaking, Christine. This may sound strange, but I think we are going to have a lot of fun tonight, ma chéri. I want to make you laugh often tonight for it is the loveliest sound I have ever heard."
He tossed her onto the bed, which earned him another shriek and he smirked sardonically at her.
"I think we both are quite overdressed for the occasion. What do you think, Christine?"
She giggled.
"Oh, Monsieur! I quite agree!"
She rolled over onto her stomach and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. She teasingly batted her eyelashes at him and graced him with a coquettish smile.
"Do you think you could help me?"
She bit her lip and grinned, which he immediately returned. She watched expectantly as he unfastened the line of buttons running down the front of his shirt as well as those at his cuffs and shrugged it from his shoulders where it pooled near his feet on the floor. He performed a low, courtly bow, which he executed with a slow and deliberately seductive grace. Christine trembled with pleasurable anticipation as her eyes ran over the strongly muscled and broad expanse of his chest, admiring its light dusting of dark hair at its center. She gasped as she felt a tingling in her nipples and a wave of warmth and wetness begin to seep from her core.
"I would be honored, Mademoiselle." He purred.
He hopped onto the bed and watched as a startled Christine bounced and laughed gaily. He then rolled to her side and quickly began to unfasten the laces and buttons on her dress. As his efforts began to reveal the alabaster skin, hidden beneath the gown, his grin faded and a feral look of hunger soon replaced it. He leaned over and following the path his fingers exposed, he placed a trail of light kisses down her spine. He growled his approval when he noticed that his attentions elicited a rosy flush to sweep across the exposed skin as well as a mass of goosebumps. Encouraged by her moans of pleasure, he alternated his kisses with soft nips. Christine pushed up from the mattress and allowed her dress to slide down her arms, allowing Erik to catch his first glimpse of a woman's breasts as the creamy pair spilled over the top of her corset. He moaned and moved off the bed to stand next to her panting, flushed body.
"Oh, Christine!"
He quickly stripped her dress from her, tossed it carelessly to the floor and turned his attention to the hooks of her corset. He made quick work of removing the corset and all too soon, it joined the dress on the floor.
His eyes raked over her now naked form and he felt his cock twitch within the tight confines of his trousers. The cloth of his undergarments stuck to the sticky tip of his manhood, which wept small pearly tears caused by his excited state. Christine turned to lie on her back. She arched her back and closed her eyes as she ran her hands up her sides to cup her taut, tight-tipped breasts. Erik's breath caught in his throat and he almost cried at the mesmerizing site stretched out before him.
"I never thought to see anything so lovely in my entire life and now, you offer all this to me, Christine?"
Brown eyes, which sparkled brilliantly, looked up at him. For a moment, they searched his own and then shyly lowered beneath thick, dark lashes.
"Oh, Erik, I have been yours from the first moment I sensed your presence in our dream. Yours is the only touch I have ever craved and you are the only man I shall ever love."
She held out trembling arms to him.
"Make love with me, Erik. Let us become one."
Never breaking his eyes away from hers, he removed his trousers and undergarments then climbed back onto the bed and took Christine into his strong arms. The utter bliss he felt as his bare skin pressed against hers was one that he would always remember, but never find adequate words to express. Eyes closed, his lips met hers and then their tongues intertwined with maddening intensity. Her hand encircled his manhood and drew him to her virgin cleft. Their eyes snapped open and their gaze locked upon one another. His eyebrow arched its inquiry. She nodded slightly in response. The moment before he plunged into his love, a series of thoughts emblazoned through his reeling mind.
"Everything is so quiet. She knows! She has control of the storm within her!"
And, then his hips thrust down and hers slammed up, to join them as lovers forever.
¹ Sorin – Romanian male name derived from the word, "soare," meaning "sun."