(Picture above is a representation. I didn't color it because y'know, this is an x-reader)
(*there is some triggering themes, so I will mark where it begins and ends*)
'(Y/N), I love you.' rang through my head as the man I love was brutally tortured by the man I thought was my friend, that forced me to watch as another man slowly killed my love. I sobbed with each whiplash, I wept with each blow, and I cried with each flogging. The monster that had my trust held me captive in his arms, making me watch this.....torture.
"Raoul, please, let me go!" I struggled, though he kept me firm in his grip, smirking at the sight.
"Love, I need to see this....monster die. You will watch or else his death will be slower than it already is."
"Then kill me! This is killing me, Raoul!" I bit my lip, drawing blood that dripped down my chin. He threw me to the ground, grabbing my dearest.
"(Y/N)!" he groaned, his head lolling in pain. I got up slowly, wiping my chin from the blood that trickled, glaring at the real monster.
Raoul chuckled, holding him tighter, wrapping his forearm around the hurt man's neck, "Sad and tragic, how you two are. I remember my late wife, Christine Daaé." Raoul tightened his hold as the man held firmly in his arms pulled, wanting to be free.
"Erik!" I grabbed a sword that I found on the ground, pointing it at Raoul. He smirked, tightening his hold on Erik. Then my older brother Phillippe ran in, pressing his sword on the nape of Raoul's neck.
"Let Erik go." Raoul dropped him, turning to Phillippe. I dropped the sword and caught Erik, holding him to me.
"(Y/N)." he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, letting go after a few seconds to smile. His eyes started to close, followed by heavy breathing. I shook him, trying to keep him awake. "I love you, mon ange." he closed his eyes, and his breathing stilled. I let out a sob, holding him to my chest, tears flowing like a waterfall.
"Is he dead?" I heard Raoul ask, a smirk in his voice. I looked up, the body of my brother laid on the ground, a mere corse. I held a hand to my mouth, eyes closing as the tears began to drench my dress. "You're mine now. We're getting married. Whether you like it or not."
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I awoke, looking over to Raoul. He was still asleep, an empty arrangement of beer bottles littered the end table by his side of the bed. I got up, going to the closet that I owned. I pulled out a corset, stockings, a dress, and a pair of shoes. The dress was a very pretty shade of (F/C) and the shoes were in the same shade.
I went behind the divider, slipping off my nightgown. I tied the corset, making sure it was tight, and slipped the stockings on. I threw the dress over my head, adjusted it, then I slipped the shoes on. I felt the chain of gold on my neck, taking it out of my cleavage and looking at it. It read 'E.D.', the initials of Erik.
I slipped back where it was, sliding on my engagement ring.
"Where are you going?"
"To the Opera House, Raoul." he didn't answer, probably because he fell back asleep. I walked out from behind the divider, exiting the large house I was kept hostage in (metaphorically) and taking the carriage to the Opera Populaire.
"How have you been, future Madam Vicomtess?" my chauffeur, Pierre, asked.
"It was splendid so far, Pierre. Yours?" he shrugged, chuckling. I smiled, remembering that he had a wife and four small children.
"Oh, we're almost there, missus." he gave me notice, about how we are a block away from there. I then noticed Meg Giry, the manager of the Opera Populaire.
"Oh, Pierre, I actually need to talk to her. Can you drop me off?" he stopped, getting up, and opening the carriage door. I thanked him, calling for Meg. She stopped, waving me over with tons of energy. She was like that everyday, but I didn't mind it! I walked over to her, hugging her and kissing her on both cheeks.
"Hello, (Y/N)! Looking very pretty, I say!" I giggled, complementing her back. We enter the Opera House, seeing everyone staring practice. I say goodbye, strolling over to my ballet students.
"Madam De Chagney!" I smiled, the teens grinning.
"Alright, let's start rehearsal, Jessica." Jessica was maestro, seeing as the other maestro was no longer with us. They began, the dance moves are easy for some, harder for others, that have no idea what they are doing.
"I'm trying!" one of the girls was doing a strange dance, bobbing her head. That girl is my niece.
"Juliette, come here." her head looked down at her slippers, frowning.
"Yes, Aunt?" I smiled, tilting her head up.
"You just need some help. You aren't terrible with your execution, just need some help. Let's see...oh, Mira, can you help Juliette learn the moves?" she nodded, Juliette walking over to her. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Raoul. I observed the dancers, trying not to look at him.
"Dear, may I speak to you?" I groan inaudibly and told one of the more experienced girls to observe, walking over to Raoul reluctantly.
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"Yes, Raoul?" I asked, annoyed. His hand flew and smacked across my left cheek, leaving a sting.
"It's sir to you, wench!"
"I don't want to call you sir. It means you're actually something." he growled, grabbing me and throwing me to the ground.
"Raoul! Stop it!" Meg cried, rushing over. He repeatedly kicked me, screaming insults.
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"Meg! Get the kids to their....dorms!" she nodded, running over to the kids. Then I began to black out, the corset cutting off my breathing. Before I close my eyes, I saw a cape and a white mask?!? Another figure stood by the first one, black cape and black mask. It uttered the words,
"Revenge is sweet."
(Shoutout to BrendaDaaeDestler with help on the niece's name!)
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Ballet and Bloodbaths
Fanfiction(Y/N) is forced to marry Raoul when he kills her love, claiming it was self-defense. What happens when the supposedly 'deceased' love causes hell to get her back?
