Too Dark to Even Try (Beneath a Moonless Sky fanfic)

Without Music

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  Erik snarled as he watched people dash from place to place freely from his window.

  The streets he looked upon were stone, wet and muddy from rain that had fallen the night before. This didn't seem to bother anyone, their plans more important than a little mud on their clothes.

  Erik banged his forehead against the thick glass, groaning from complete and utter bordum.

He spent day after hellish day, looking out the window. He had nothing better to do, for Madame Giry and her daughter were always gone, and there was nothing else there he could occupy his thoughts with. The room consisted of a bed with moth eaten sheets, and a small desk facing the window where he now sat. The door out into the hall was parallel that, and another door which connected Erik's room with the Giry's was on the left wall. There wasn't even a bloody ink quill and a scrap of paper to help him pass the time.

Erik used to love being alone, down there in his damp lair. But this was a totally different kind of loneliness, sitting here on the window cill of the Drunken Pig.

Erik had been staying at the Drunken Pig Inn sense the...accident.

That is what Madame Giry, Erik's savior and friend, called it. An accident.

Erik reached up and felt the mask that covered the right side of his face. His hand dropped to the arm rest of his chair.

He groaned again and wished there was someone in this God forsaken Hell he could talk to.

Not to meantion, it was terribly stuffy inside, and the fresh air looked so very inviting...

Erik snorted. He had never, ever wished for fresh air. He looked across the road to see the tavern, the Bloody Pony.

Erik curled his lips into a small sneer. He liked morbid things, and the white horse with a sword speared through its side painted on the wooden sign made him laugh. He turned his gaze back to the people hurting about the street.

As Erik watched, his eyes soon glassed over and his thoughts took him back to a time he'd wish to have forgotten...

"It's over now, the music of the night!" Erik cried in despair, as he watched as she disappeared with the Vilcomte.

He tore his gaze away, and as if in a haze, grabbed an empty candelabra.

Erik heard the mobs and lawmen's echoes through the tunnels. He didn't have much time.

Pushing her betrayal to the back of his mind, Erik turned towards his wall of mirrors.

Rapping his fingers tighter around the stem, he smashed it with all his might into a looking glass. It broke the mirror but it did not shatter completely. One of his looking glasses had a secret tunnel behind it, and in order to reach it, he had to shatter the mirror, and it would lead to the passage way.

Unfortunately, Erik couldn't remember which mirror it was.

Smashing another mirror, and receiving the same result, Erik grunted in frustration.

He was beginning to curse his genusness.

Erik moved to the third looking glass. He swung the candelabra, and it collided with the smooth, reflective surface.

The mirror shattered.

Erik could see the tunnel behind it, but did not celebrate, for he had waisted enough time.