Why Fear The Face ?

Chapter 8

Erik's P.O.V

What have I just done? Are my actions truly justifiable? Do I really have the ability to control life and death as simply as I just have? I am not God. Yet I can no longer be classed as mortal man. I have disrupted the hiararchy for which I must now pay the ultimate price. Although I know I have done wrong in killing a man is it really wrong? Can that wretched drunk of a mortal be considered human? He deserved what he got. My only regret is his death being a rather simple, easy one.

Tossing my actions over back and forth within my head I had no clue what to do; the girls well being often dominated my thoughts, my main concern was whether or not I would find her meager figure to be still alive by the time I get back.

As I got closer to my chamber I heard a sweet, beautiful sound echo down the corridor bouncing in joy down the stone walls.

Oh God.

Was I hallucinating? Had she passed on and now I was seeing her ghost sat at my piano, playing and singing in an angelic like way? Or was she really an angel coming to drag me down to hell where I could rot my days away regretting my pathetic days on earth. I stood in the shadows watching her every move, every flex of her delicate hand pressing the keys with such ease. She must be an angel. There's no way a mortal could play such a magnificent melody with such beauty and amazement.

I slowly stepped out of the shadows as she sang, I slowly found the courage to join her in song, we sounded quite wonderful together in perfect harmony.

"Try to deny it
And try to resist
But love won't let you go
Once you've been possessed."

Oh no, had I sang that horribly that I had forced her to stop playing. My heart raced as she took her fingers off the keys, nonetheless I managed to compose myself just in time.

"Please do continue madame..." A smile played across my face.

"W..what?" Her voice seemed so weak when she was not singing, how did a voice so strong and powerful come out so pitiful with spoken words?

"You have a wonderful gift child, why do you not use it more often around the opera house?" I asked curiously beginning to walk towards her.

"There's no room for a common pauper like me in this opera house, I have no gift, Sir, as you rightly said if I remember correctly 'I have no business to be here'" she looked to the floor a slight blush coming over her cheeks slightly, wow, she must really be ill, she has no fight nor fire in the way she talks, she looks so sorrowful, although I don't blame her for the horrific ordeal she's been through. At this moment in time though my stomach churns at the thought of what Bouquet had done to her, I feel slightly better knowing that I got her the most revenge I could give her.

"I guess I have you to thank for saving my life I guess, thank you..." she looked so distant, it was quite alarming. She reached up and took the neckerchief from around her own neck before realising how much blood was on it, at seeing this she began to collapse and would of continued to do so and hit the stone floor if I had not of caught her in time and helped her to the edge of the fireplace, where a last few embers still burned away.

"You have nothing to thank me for, and please, call me Erik." I sat behind her with her body leaning into mine as I took a basin of warm water and helped her clean her hands which were now covered in blood after removing the bloody bandage. She was still scarily cold so I decided to take of my jacket and wrap that and my arms around her shivering figure.

"I'm Rose...Thank you Erik..." She breathed, it was barely a whisper; I still got the message. Killing Boquet was the right thing to do.

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Rose's POV

I awoke that morning to find myself wrapped in the covers of my own makeshift bed with an extra satin pillow supporting my neck which had not been there the night before. I felt rather disoriented but considerably better than the poor state of my health from before I slept. I didn't dare look into the mirror to see the horrific mess before me but I did notice that there was a new fresh bandage around my neck covering up the messy scar of misery. Then I remembered it. Every little detail of the previous night. Boquet, The music, Erik, everything...

Erik, what on earth have I got myself into now. First I make myself an enemy of the opera ghost and now I've slept in his arms and bed?! What have I done?! But when we sang together... Did we not make the most beautiful, harmonious sound to have ever existed? It felt that way from my perspective, I wonder if it did from his.

After making myself half decent for human eyes by applying a rather large chunk of make up to my face and a change of clothes, I decided to venture out to the outside world, I.e go down to rehearsals which I should of been in over an hour ago...

Unlike normal there was a rather large sound of many a people chatting loudly in an horrified manner, often the odd scream or cry would echo down the corridors. As I wondered to my post in dread to see Boquet yet confusion as to what was going on downstage I stumbled across many a ballerina who ran straight past me in a fit of sobs, ignoring me when I asked what seemed to be the problem.

I made my way to the top of the spiral staircase to my post when I discovered what the screams and cries of horror were about. There, 3 feet away from me, was Joseph Boquet hanging from the top of the balcony, dead.

People looked up at me in confusion and shouted and screamed for me to get down from there; I couldn't. I couldn't seem to move away from his dead body like the sensible part of my brain as telling me to do. I'd gone completely numb from feeling anything, not guilt, not remorse, just confusion. I stepped closer, investigating the scene of the crime, looking down at the horrified faces of those with the stomachs to stand and watch from below, that's when I saw him.

He stood on the other side of the balcony in the shadows, his eyes glowing with what could either be deciphered as pride or remorse, at the chaos and hurt that he had caused.

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A/N
Hey! Long time no see! Literally it has been like 3 months since I last updated and now you get 3 updates in the matter of 24 hours >_<
Lucky for you I've got the next 3 chapters written out and ready to go as well ;)
Love you all, please comment and vote if you're enjoying,
Cathy x