The Phantom's Bride: A Phantom of the Opera fanfic

Mon Amour

Erik..::..
"Where do you think you are going, mon petit oiseau chanteur?"

I speak into her ear, while keeping my hands loose on the rope that holds her still.

The woman, who has cascading Amber hair, in tight curls and pale clear skin. The light of the candles flicker on her face, allowing me to see her small button nose and small mouth, but her eyes are close. I'm drawn back to her mouth, a mouth that is filled to the perfect shape. No! I can't be thinking like that. Christine is my love. Not this woman.

She stutters back at me, obviously already terrified. She might as well be, she interrupted me. That's just something that no person should ever attempt.

"W-Who are you?"

"No, Mon Cherie, I believe the question is, Who are you?"

I chuckle darkly.

"After all, you did sneak into my house, and interrupt my important session." The bitter words leave my mouth in a hiss.

I take the Punjab off of her neck, and grab her wrist tightly, careful not to hurt her, no matter how cruel I am, I would never hurt a lady.

She turns to face me, and at last I see fear in her eyes. I gasp. Her eyes. One is gold, a bright shining beautiful gold. And the other, a striking icy blue. But the fear is in both. And yet somehow, there is also determination and anger.

"Monsieur, I was not going to simply let you kill yourself, no matter who you are, and no matter how hard your life is. It's not worth it." She replies with a certain confidence in her voice.

I can't help but pay attention to her voice while she speaks. It's light and has a melodious tinkle to it, I can't help but think that it would be lovely when singing. I catch myself quickly, no one is better than my angel. Oh Christine.

I look back at the girl with the same amount of determination. But there's a bit of confusion, no one has ever cared for me, no one.

"Why does it matter to you whether I live or not?"

She looks at me, and in her eyes, there is a mix of sympathy and pity. Which instantly causes me to become slightly angry again, I don't like pity. I hate it.

"Because everyone has a right to."

I mentally roll my eyes.

"Well if you are so caring about my well being then go away, and let me handle my own burdens."

I wave her off. She is really starting to annoy me, although I find her rebellious nature fascinating.

I look at her again to see she has placed her hands on her hips, and is looking at me with her ever so strong determination.

"I am not leaving Monsieur, until you promise me you will not die tonite."

I stare at her, surprised by her boldness, and slightly impressed.

"And what makes you think you can make me?"

I counter.

"I am not leaving."

She quarrels back.

Tired from this childish quarreling I speak.

"Alright I'll make a bargain."

She looks at me interested.

"If you tell me your name, I will give you three days to convince me that my life is worth living. Deal?"

She looks at me, and I see a flame spark in her eyes. As she steps forwards to shake my hand.

"Deal."