Ballet and Bloodbaths

The Phantom and His Assistant

&&&&&&&&&First POV&&&&&&&&&

As (Y/N) passed out, Erik and his assistant, Brenda showed up.

"De Chagney, who do you think you are?" Erik spoke, his hatred evident in just those few words.

"This is my fiancé, Destler. I see you're still into younger women. New fancy?"

"My name is Brenda, his assistant. I am not his fancy. I am merely a acquaintance." Brenda spoke, brushing her brown, curly hair out of her face, and tucking it behind her ear.

"I assume you want revenge, Destler." Erik looked to the woman that laid on the ground, then flung his fist out. Erik's fist connected with Raoul's face, a loud 'smack', sending the latter tumbling to the ground.

"Wow, that got him," Brenda remarked, resting her hand on her hip.

"Yep. Help me carry (Y/N) to my lair." Brenda nodded, grabbing (Y/N)'s feet. Erik held (Y/N) up by her arms, and smiled down at (Y/N). Erik noticed the blotchy red mark that was hand-shaped on (Y/N)'s face, and he kissed it lightly. They carried her through the  Prima Donna's dressing room, Brenda pushed aside the glass that led to the lair. The boat was there, tethered as always.

"Y'know, she ain't that heavy, Erik. Must've had a bad engagement. Poor girl, she is." Erik nodded, and sighed and grabbed the oar. As Erik began to row, water splashed on the sides of the boat, occasionally tiny drops splashed into the vessel.

"Yeah, she has." Erik muttered, finally rowing to a stop. He stepped onto the surface, and grabbed his love in a bridal hold. 'Gee, wish he would hold me that way.' Brenda thought, frowning for a second.

"Hey, Bren. Need some help!" Brenda turned, and rushed over to Erik and (Y/N), opening the door that led to a room for her. Erik sat (Y/N) on the bed and pulled a black blanket over her, giving  her forehead a kiss. Erik turned, and walked out of the room. Brenda followed, Erik having sat on the bench by his organ.

"Erik," Brenda started, and stood in front of him, "I lo--"

"Erik?" another voice called, and walked in. Erik stood, and smiled.

"Mon angé, you must be exhausted." (Y/N) placed a hand on Erik's face that was not covered by the paper-white mask he adorned to hide his abnormalities.

"Quite the contrary, my love." (Y/N) leaned in, and pressed a kiss to Erik's lips. Erik smiled, and pulled (Y/N) closer to him.

×××××××(Y/N)'s Point of View××××××××

I felt our bodies pressed together, his arms wrapped around my waist.

"I love you, Erik." I whispered, my breath blowing onto his lips.

"I love you, too." he kissed me as my arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Erik, I'm going somewhere. Just letting 'ya know!" the girl spoke, and smiled. "Oh, fiddlesticks. I'm Brenda Daaé, pleasure to make your acquaintance!" Brenda shook my hand, and walked over to the boat. She untethered it, and rowed away.

"Daaé? Christine's sister?"

"Cousin. She's Christine's cousin." I nodded, and snuggled into his neck. I inhaled his cologne and felt at ease.

++++++Brenda's Point of View+++++++

I rowed away from the lovebirds, and sighed in unhappiness. 'I loved him, why didn't he notice it? What is wrong with my family? All of the Daaé's seem attracted to Erik Destler.' I walked out of there, going to the roof of the Opera House. I sat, and started to sing to myself.

'I gave you my assistance, made the silence no more.

And how you've repaid me, you've gone and shooed away my love.

She was bound to still love you, after all those years of abuse.

You will curse the day you shooed away Brenda Daaé's love!'

I shouted out to the sky, tears began to flow down my cheeks. I lifted my hands to my eyes, and wiped them. 'I don't need his love.' I shamed myself, and told myself that I do indeed need his love. 'I must somehow break them apart.'

I mused, and thought about how. 'Murder is out of the question. Ooh, must convince him that she doesn't love him anymore. How, though? Convince him she moved? She loves Raoul deep down? Let's go with the latter.'

"Brenda?" I turned, and Erik stood there.

"Hey, Erik. What's up?" he strolled over, and stood in front of me. He closed his eyes, and exhaled.

"Y-You love me?" my heart stopped, eyes widened.

"Erik, I--" he sighed, and kissed me. I stood there shocked. I then kissed him back, our hands intertwined. He let go, and walked back. I placed my hand to my lips, and smiled. 'He kissed me!' I giggled, and spun around.

"Ooh! I do, I do, I do!" I intertwined my fingers together, holding them against my chest. I stayed up there a couple more minutes, and then went back down. I entered the lair, and saw her in distraught.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry." she sobbed, and held a hand out for him to move away from her.

"I don't even know why I am here. If you love her, why am I even here?" (Y/N) quizzed him, looking in my direction. "You." (Y/N) wiped her teary, (E/C)-colored eyes onto her paper-thin fabric that flowed around her wrist.

"(Y/N), don't be mad at me." she gritted her teeth, grabbing a locket off of her (S/C) neck and threw it at him.

"I hope you're happy." she stomped off, her heels clacked angrily down the lair.

"Erik, I'm sorry." I told him, and rushed over.

"It's my problem, Brenda. I have my priorities scrambled." he ruffled his hair, and told me he was going to take a nap. 'Boy, what a day, Brenda. What a day.'

(Word Count: 1,004)