Chapter 11 (Erik's POV):
"My Angel. Angel. My only Angel. Christine. My Angel. Angel. My only Angel. Christine." I muttered after that woman kissed me.
HOW DARE SHE? That woman of the night, that SCOUNDREL. I practically yelled within my thoughts...
As anger boiled through my veins, I ran out of the cell and toward that girl. To my surprise she was gone and the dungeon door had somehow been pried wide open...
I let out a large roar, that caused some of the candles on a candelabra to blow out completely.
Laying in the ground, I thought of the mistake I had made. Thinking of how if my Angel found out, how I would lose her forever...
(Christine's POV):
As I slammed the door behind me, I began to cry yet no tears escaped my eyes.
Why would she do this to me? She kissed the man that I loved. She betrayed my trust and took everything we every shared and trampled it...
Finally, I stopped crying until there was nothing left. Until I had no fight, no strength and no tears left in me.
Suddenly, I felt my body be pushed away from the door as it revolved open.
"Christine?" someone in a strange accent asked.
"Yes?" I asked, as I arose and wiped away the tears from my face.
The person with the 'faux' accent stepped into my room and wore a long black cloak with a hood, that draped down the face.
"Who are you?" I asked as I started to feel my chest close in.
"Darling. It is I." the figure stated in a voice that was all too familiar.
"Raoul." I announced as I stepped back towards my bed.
"Correct." said Raoul as he reveled his face. A large gash crossed the left side of his face and multiple bruises laid upon him.
"What do you want, Raoul?" I asked, mustering up all the courage I required. I fixed my cloak and adjusted my hair as I put on a brave face, even though I was trembling on the inside.
"I have come to bare some news." He spoke as he slowly stepped towards me.
"Your sister is dead." He added, with a grimace look upon his face.
At this moment a rush of guilt, pain and relief flooded my body.
"I see." I stated as avoided eye contact with the man that tried to kill me.
"What happened to your face? You seem to be in terrible pain." I said sarcastically, as he made his way around me.
"Your beau caused this... After he slashed my arm, I ran. Thus causing me to trip on a stone in the meadows, as I made my way to the peasant grounds." He told me, analyzing my entire being.
"Taking up after, Erik I see? The mask, hiding in the commons? Pathetic if you ask me." I stated, looking him directly in the eye.
"You're a monster too you kno-" I added before he lunged toward me and held me in a choke hold.
Gasping for air I tried to escape but the harder I fought, the more difficult it was to breathe.
"DO NOT EVER COMPARE ME TO THAT BEAST." Raoul yelled as he applied more pressure to my neck.
In a matter of seconds, I reached for the butter knife out of my cloak and gripped it tightly.
"A-At least Amelia is good for s-something." I made out as I turned and plundered the knife into his chest.
"AHH-" He let out as his grip upon me dissipated.
Standing up, I tried to catch my breath and watched as Raoul took his last breath...
a/n
heyooo. sorry it's taken so long to update, i just haven't had any ideas about this story. until now... it's picking up and i'm excited for the rest of this tale... stay tuned and feedback is always appreciated!
-MaskedPhanguy
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Fanfiction[Completed] Phantom Of The Opera Fanfiction Forbidden Love? This is a scenario that Princess Christine Daaé and Commoner Erik Destler understand far too well. What lengths will this pair travel to, in order to guarantee their freedom in the name of...
