Author's Note: There are going to be more chapters after this, just letting you know!
Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Erik! XD Unfortunately Phantom of the Opera belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber, NOT ME!!!!!!!!
Isa’s POV
I jumped down the passage and ran to catch up with Erik, who was pulling Christine after him. “Erik, stop you’re hurting her!”
“Isa?” Erik and Christine yelled in unison.
“At your service!” I said bowing. “Now Erik, will you please let her go?
“You can’t order me around in my own domain.” Erik growled.
“Erik, please this has gone too far! Just let her go, and return her to the surface.” I begged, placing my hand on his shoulder.
He jerked away and sang “Hounded out by everyone
Met with hatred everywhere
No kind word from anyone
No compassion anywhere…” He stopped outside the room with the mannequin of Christine and put his hands on the real Christine’s shoulders and said “Christine, Christine, why? Why?!” When she said nothing he threw the wedding dress to her and said “Put this on.”
“Here, I’ll help you.” I said leading her to my room for some privacy.
~~~~*~~~~
“Have you purged yourself at last of your lust for blood?” Christine sang, walking out to Erik with me following close behind. “Am I now to be prey, to your lust for flesh?”
“That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood, has also denied me the joys of the flesh.” Erik sang, reaching out to touch her cheek, his expression softening for a moment. Christine turned her head away so his fingertips brushed through her hair. “This face the infection which poisons our love…” Christine turned back to look at him when she heard the despair in his voice. “This face which earned a mother’s fear and loathing, a mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing, pity comes too late, turn and face your fate an eternity of THIS before your eyes.” Erik’s expression grew hard again. He took Christine’s hand and pressed her ring into it, the ring he had stolen from her the night of the masked ball.
Christine walked over to a mirror and pulled the cloth off of it and sang, “This haunted face, holds no horror for me now, it’s in your soul that the true distortion lies”
I heard the sound of splashing as someone made their way up to the gate. “Wait, I think, my dear, we have a guest!” Erik sang.
“Raoul!” Christine yelled in horror, running to the edge of the lake.
Foolish boy! I thought. He’s going to get himself killed!
“Sir, this is indeed, an unparalleled delight.” Erik continued to sing. “I had rather hoped, that you would come, and now my wish comes true, you have truly made my night!” On the last note, he walked over and pulled Christine to his side.
YOU ARE READING
What If He Wasn't Alone? (A Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)
Fiksi PenggemarYou might know the story of the infamous Phantom of the Opera. How he was banished from society, and doomed to forever be alone, and how he loved the rising Prima Donna, Christine Daae. But what if there was someone who saw him? What happens when a...
