deal with the DEVIL

3.

(Erik's pov)
"Nadir!"
I banged on his door, acting frantic as if I were in a panic.
"Quick! Please open up! It's Christine, she's hurt!"
I screeched and he immediately opened up.
"What in God's name is all this fuss!?"
"No time to explain! You need to come right now!"
"Let me get my shoes!"
I rolled my eyes and tapped my foot impatiently. He ran out of the door and looked for the carriage that I hadn't arrived in.
"I thought you-"
"It's urgent I don't have time to get one!"
We both run to my little cabin on the edge of town that Christine had convinced me to buy. She was growing tired of living in the catacombs of the opera house, said it made her feel like a sewer rat. She said when we had children it wouldn't be a proper place for them.
I pulled him along faster, anxious to get this over with fast as possible. I was going to have to sacrifice my best friend and that was going to kill me. I could live without him. I needed my angel. I needed Christine.
We got to the cabin, both of us very out of breath.
"W-where is she!?"
He panted.
"In the cellar."
"What?"
"Go!"
I growled, practically pushing him down the stairs. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. It was dark and my heart was beating so fast I didn't know what I was going to do with myself. The overwhelming smell of the incense hit me and the glow of candles illuminated the basement.
"Erik what the hell?"
Nadir growled.
"Nadir."
I mumbled and went to the old nightstand in the corner of the room- we had no use for it so we kept it down here.
"She got sick."
I said a bit louder and reached for the knife.
"I need to bring her back. I love her."
"Erik- there's no way of doing that. She's gone she-"
"Don't say that! I can, she isn't gone!"
I growled and my knuckles went white. I turned to him
"You understand why I need to do this don't you? She's the only woman to love me, ever."
"Erik. Why do you have a knife?"
His eyes darted to the silver object in my hand. I didn't respond.
"Erik?"
"I told you. I can't lose her. I need the blood of an innocent Nadir. I'm sorry."
I mumbled as his eyes widened.
"Erik, don't do this! Please don't do this! There's other ways! Other people Erik!"
"But you're right here..."
I tackled him down to the ground and he gasped in shock.
"Erik! Please don't! Ple-"
I plunged the knife into his gut and twisted it, I twisted it hard and slow, agonizingly slow.
"E-Erik..."
"I'm sorry brother, I love you."
I whispered and kissed his forehead as I again plunged the knife into him, this time into his chest. I heard the crack and slosh of blood, flesh and bone. A sound I hadn't heard in years. Again, I swirled the knife inside him. Nadir groaned in agony.
The blood seeped through his shirt. It was on my hands. Warm and runny, for now. The smell was like rusting iron, it looked almost like it's dark red tone as well. I couldn't say I missed the smell of blood, but it was something I had grown accustomed to over the years.
Nadir was fading. He was choking on his breath. I couldn't look at his face, he was my only friend, my, brother! I heard a gurgle and looked up at him. He gurgled up the blood I needed to draw the inverted pentagram. I groaned and lifted the knife, plunging it as hard as I could into the other side of his chest, filling his other lung with blood.
Again he started coughing and twitching.
"Goodbye old friend."
I whispered to him and closed his eyes.
His chest stopped rising and I sighed in relief, rubbing my dirty, bloodstained hands on my trousers as I got up. As I cleaned the knife on my pants I changed my shoes to the ones filled with salt, to protect myself from the devil himself.
"This is it. No turning back now.."