The O.G||Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction||

Injuries and mixed emotions

I still don't own THE PHAAANNTTTOOMM OOFF THEE OOOPPPEEERAAA!!!! Now imagine that in the tune of The Phantom of the Opera.

Erik's POV

        "Why would she run off with that fop!?" I was pacing back and forth in front of my organ. 

        Christine had left with that twat and her little ballet rat of a sister is to blame! Her sister, what was her name? Katherine? No, Katerina, that's it. I suppose I never really paid much mind to her until today. I remember telling her stories and singing to her just I had Christine, but it was mostly because I felt sorry for the poor thing.

        Ha! Me, feel sorry for someone!? Oh the irony.

        I turned and sat on the organ's bench. Placing my head in my hands, I tried to devise a plan. I had to fix this, I needed to re-do this evening. I tried to keep my thoughts on Christine, but they kept returning to Katerina. Since I had heard her sing earlier, I hadn't been able to get her out of my mind. She had a beautiful voice, perhaps more beautiful than Christine's. No! That's not true. Or maybe it was, I couldn't tell what I was thinking anymore. I wasn't developing feelings for this girl, was I? No, Christine is the one, she always has been. Katerina was quite pretty, though. Her eyes were an oddly dark shade of blue, so dark they almost appeared to be black. Speaking of black, her hair was as dark as a raven's wing.  

        "No!" I screamed the word as I slammed my hands down the keys. The organ shrieked an off-key response. I can't fall for her. I love Christine, don't I? I sighed and allowed my head to drop on the keys next to my clenched fists, causing the organ to make another horrid sound.

        I had been sitting that way for what seemed like hours, then I heard something. It was voice, a familiar one at that. I sat up and turned toward it, my ears straining to figure out whose it was. Christine? No it can't be. I listened for a few more seconds before it hit me. It was Katerina! What was she doing down here? I stood and grabbed my cape. I needed to find her before she got herself into even more trouble.

Kat's POV

        I pushed myself away from the wall and began to examine the dimly lit hall. It was damp and cold. I could see rats scampering in the distance. 

        "Hello? Anyone in here?" I yelled as I started to make my way down the dark hall.

        I walked at least a mile, all the while hoping that something would start to look familiar. But the farther I walked, the more unsettling the tunnels became to me. When I was a child, I would sing to myself whenever I was frightened, it helped me to calm down. So I decided to sing while I wondered through the darkness.

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses"

I swallowed hard as I tripped over a small stone. The sound echoed around me.

"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor,

grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.

Turn your face away from the garish light of day,

turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light,

and listen to the music of the night."

        I began to shiver, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or because I was scared shitless. I was about to sing another verse when I hit something hard, causing me to fall flat on my back. I felt a sharp pain run through my shoulder and was almost sure it was bleeding. I looked up to find a dark figure standing over me.

        "I'm terribly sorry!" It was speaking to me, but I was beginning to lose consciousness. 

        "I...uh..." My voice faded as my eyelids started to grow heavy.

        The figure reached down and lifted me off of the ground. The last thing I remember before everything went black is looking into the eyes of The Phantom of the Opera.

Erik's POV

        Making my way through tunnel after tunnel, I pursued the voice. She was singing now, and as I grew closer the words became more distinct. She was singing my song! Where had she heard that? I wasn't on the subject too long before I was caught up in the beauty of her voice, it was intoxicating.

        The tunnels grew colder with every step I took. The cold was becoming unbearable. I picked up my pace as I turned a corner, almost at full speed. That was a mistake. SMACK! I hit something and staggered backwards.Ouch! Ignoring my pain I tried to find what had stopped me. Straining my eyes through the darkness I noticed a small figure on the ground. It was groaning in pain.

        "I'm terribly sorry!" I exclaimed as soon as realized what I was staring at. 

        I reached down to help Katerina up, but she seemed to have gone limp. Oh dear, what have I done? I swooped down and scooped her into my arms. She looked up at me like she wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak. I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head. I couldn't possibly take her back to the opera house like this, so I took her to the lair instead.

        My nerves were beginning to get the best of me as I rushed back to my home. Katerina was starting to shiver uncontrollably which only worsened my own shaking. As she curled up closer to my chest for warmth, I noticed a warm spot forming on my stomach. What could that be? It felt like liquid, could she be bleeding? I moved as fast as my legs could carry me, but the added weight wasn't helping.

        About five minutes had past before I could see light. I raced into the Louis-Philippe room and placed the unconscious girl on my bed. I threw off my cape and looked down at my jacket. It had a rather large, dark red stain on it. I ripped it off only to find that the blood had leaked clean through to my white shirt. Turning my attention back to Katerina, I began to search for the source of the red liquid. I quickly determined that the wound had to be on her back, so grabbing her right shoulder, I rolled her onto her side. She groaned in agony as I pulled my, now blood soaked, hand away from her. I pulled her dress away from her back to reveal a large gash on her shoulder blade. I pulled it down further so it wouldn't fly back up. I gasped in horror at what I found. Her back was covered in large, twisted looking, scars.

        "What have you been through?" I ran my hand along the jagged surface. 

        Knowing that I had to stop the bleeding, I gathered myself and began frantically searching for any kind of useful material. Coming up with nothing, I looked at Katerina's dress. I quickly ripped off some material from the bottom of her dress and, somehow, managed to fasten it to her open wound. She was going to need stitches.

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        A good hour had past since I found, and injured, Katerina. I had managed to stitch her up, but it hadn't been easy. She had woken up at least twice, although the pain must had been too much, because she passed back out within seconds each time. Once I was finished I cleaned her up and changed her. I have a feeling that she may not appreciate that, but I wasn't about to let her lay in that filthy dress any longer. I had to do some searching before finding a nightgown that would fit her petite figure. I finally came across one that was a very dark shade of purple.

        I was sitting by the bed watching her sleep, she looked so peaceful. As I watched her I couldn't help but think that that should be Christine lying before me.

A/N: I realize I made Erik seem a bit soft, but trust me I know what I'm doing. Okay, that was a lie, I have no idea where I'm going with this. I've got writers block something awful, but I WILL figure this out. Anyways, the reason I'm interrupting would be to ask y'all if you would be kind enough to comment every once in awhile. I would love to hear(or read I guess)your thoughts, good or bad, although I prefer good. Shoot I'd even take a smiley face right about now! Oh and some voting would be nice too.