Unmasked Love
A/N Hi everyone! This is my first phanfic and I am open to constructional criticism, no flames!
Enjoy!
Erik smashed all of his mirrors in a furious rage. He could barely believe what he just did. Christine chose him. Of course, it was only to save the Vicomte anyway, but she still kissed him.
And yet, he let her go.
Erik knew he had to escape quickly; the mob that was hunting him was coming closer. He pulled open the one mirror with a velvet curtain drawn across it, before opening the curtain and smashing the mirror. Erik stepped through the passage way and put the velvet curtain back in its place. The passage way was an emergency escape route Erik had made incase something like this ever happened. He swiftly ran through the tunnel and up the stairs. At the end of the tunnel there was a boulder blocking a little cave he had dug in. The only way to move the huge boulder was to pull a little rope that was exactly 6 steps to the right. The rope was nearly invisible to the human eye, because Erik had shaped it and painted it to blend in perfectly.
He stepped 6 steps to the right and fumbled around for the rope. Erik found it and pulled it, and the boulder rolled out of the way. He stepped behind in and walked into the cave.
The cave wasn't very big, only about 10 feet tall and 8 feet wide. Inside were 2 other ropes, but not nearly as hidden as the first. The rope on the left made the boulder move and close the cave off, and the one on the right activated the trap door that led to the torture chamber, incase they actually came close to finding the rope that opened the boulder to Erik's hiding spot.
He heard voices but they never came close to Erik. He heard splashing and the voices got farther and farther away until he could hear them no longer. He pulled the rope on the left, and the boulder opened silently. Erik walked down through the hallway as quietly as he could and when he got to the curtain, he peeked out. No one was there. He had his Punjab lasso ready at hand incase anyone was hiding. Erik stepped out of the curtain, and no one jumped out from behind.
He reached for his white porcelain mask on the trunk, but it was gone. Probably one of the mob members snatched it up and took it for evidence.
"Curses!" he yelled bitterly.
Erik frantically searched for another mask. He wondered where his Don Juan mask was, but then Erik realized it was most likely in flames above him. Christine had probably dropped it when he grabbed her. He couldn't even find his Masquerade mask. All of a sudden, he had a sharp pain in his hand. He looked at it and realized he was still gripping Christine's ring. He slid it on to his finger. Her fingers were so tiny, and his were so big, it would only fit on his smallest finger. He began to cry bitterly, knowing that he would never see Christine again.
A/N Hope you liked it! I'll only update if I get 5 reviews. Oh, and this saturday im going to be on vacation for a week, but i'll be writing there, so you will have an update soon! But only if I get 5 reviewers. And if you review, I will get Erik to do something nice for you ;)