The Man Behind the Monster: Phantom of the Opera Story

12: Denied Me and Betrayed Me

PHANTOM'S POV

My jaw clenched and my hands balled into fists.

Elizabeth had kissed that fop! I watched as the whole scene unravel. He took her hands in his. He caressed her cheek and slowly leaned down to plant his lips on hers. And she didn't even try to stop him.

I felt a sense of deja vu. This was the very same thing that Christine did to me. On this very same roof top, she confessed her love to Raoul and completely abandoned me.

And to think, I thought Elizabeth was different from her sister. I thought Elizabeth looked passed my grotesque features. But, I was mistaken once again.

Maybe Madame was right. Maybe Elizabeth did take advantage of my loneliness. She made me think she cared for me. She made me think I wasn't totally alone in this world.

She made me believe she was falling in love with me.

But, no. She was just waiting for the moment she would see that fop again and then just throw me away like garbage. Was this all a sick game she played?

I watched as she was led back through the door. I watched her turn back and stare directly at me. I watched as the door closed behind her.

And I waited. I waited because maybe, just maybe, she would come right back through that door and come to me. But alas, I was mistaken once more.

My irrational side wanted to run after her-- to remind her that she was mine. I wanted her as far away from that Raphael as humanly possible right now.

But, my rational side refrained me from doing so because I risked the possibility of ruining my grand plan. I couldn't risk causing a scene because the "opera ghost" is said to be "dead".

I stormed back through the hidden door, down the passageway, and back to my humble abode. With each step I took, I could feel the anger and rage bubbling up inside of me.

How could she do this to me? How could she go and kiss that fop she hasn't seen in the past 10 years?

Once back on the shore of my lair, I threw my cape off, having no care as to where it landed. The built up anger finally released itself as I screamed out into the void of the cave. The sound bounced off of the rocks, intensifying the volume. I grabbed a candelabra and chucked it as hard as I could at one of the many mirror. I dragged my arms across the surface of my desk, wiping away everything that sat on top of it. 

Papers flew every which way. The vase of red roses shattered to the ground.

I just stood there panting as I looked back on the mess I have made. Shattered glass riddled the entire ground around me. The broken vase spilt out the water is had contained. Roses were scattered every which way. Some of my sheet music was damn near ruined. Some pieces even ended up in the lake.

I dropped to my knees as I felt myself becoming weak. Tears were spilling out from behind my lashes. I reached out and grabbed one of the fallen roses. I held it as if it were Elizabeth sitting in front of me. I held it so tight to my chest I could probably snap the stem in two.

"Elizabeth.", I whispered through my tears. "How could you?"

As I sat there sobbing, I was unaware of the approaching footsteps.

"Erik! Erik, is everything alright?"

My head slowly looked up as I heard the voice enter the room.

"Everything is fine, Madame.", I said, standing up from my kneeling position. "Everything is just fine."

I took the rose in my hand, crumpling the petals. I watched as some floated back towards the ground before I dropped the rest of the flower. Anger once again replacing the sadness.