(A/N) Maybe named after a Taylor Swift song? Maybe not? I'll never tell. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
My feet traced down the passage solely on muscle memory. I'd dreamt of this moment since Erik and I separated three weeks ago.
I got to the final stretch of the tunnel, my fingertips dragged along the damp wall. I buzzed with excitement so great that my teeth began to chatter.
As I crossed into it, the familiar chill of Erik's lair hit my skin.
"Ah, pet." Erik's voice echoed through the hall.
"Erik?" I asked into the dark.
"Come to me."
I brought myself to his organ. He was sitting at it, back turned to me. He began to play a strange, sweet melody.
"That's beautiful. What's it for?" I said.
"It's a song I've been entertaining, no concern of yours. Sit down." He ordered.
I obeyed. Erik clicked his tongue.
"You're early. You must wait." He continued to play.
"I thought it would take me longer," I said sheepishly.
He shushed me softly. I watched him. The tip of my tongue pressed the back of my teeth, on the verge of forming words.
"I have a task for you." He whirled around, his cape swirling as he stood.
"Yes?"
"Oh, I may have to figure something else out. I doubt you have the nerve."
"I do!" I said enthusiastically. "Really, whatever it may be, I can do it!"
I stood up to be on his level, to prove my alliance.
"I'm only toying with you, pet." The familiar name made my heart flutter. "The contract would've made it so you'd have to do it, no matter your ever-present moral code." He said, his words biting. But I was bad, truly evil! I, at least, tried to break up a marriage. "However, I require you to be in the vicomte's box during the number 'Passé le Point de Non Retour' in act two. I will entrust you with a pistol. Then, you will shoot him." He said calmly, certainly too calmly for the subject.
My mouth dried. I interlaced the fingers of my clammy hands.
"I... I can do that."
"Excellent."
His stony expression watched me like a hawk. I stumbled backward. He looked as though he was trying to find fallacies in my words.
"Come closer." He said curiously. He stared into my eyes. "Tomorrow, I will give you the promised dowry. I wish you the best with it."
"Thank you."
Disappointment weighed me down. Silly me to expect something romantic. He somehow seemed genuine and close, yet farther away than ever.
A small melody played from somewhere in the room.
"What's that?" I asked, peering around.
Erik dropped his cordial exterior.
"That damned thing!"
He stalked over to the source of the music. I followed quietly. He led me to a far corner. A little monkey holding cymbals sat atop an ornate box. Walls like flower petals expanded out.
"What is that?" I asked.
"A Knik-knack from Persia." He said plainly, delicately bringing the petals up and closing the box.
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A Girl's Desire (Phantom Of The Opera x Reader)
Fanfiction[COMPLETE] When Y/n signed a risky contract with the Phantom, then agreed to spend six months living in the basement with him, she was clueless about what the future held. Like the dutiful errand girl Y/n is, she follows his commands precisely-until...
