We get to the end where Erik's organ is, getting out of the boat.
"Erik! Where is my niece!" I cry out, taking my sword out of its sheath. Mitchell and Meg stands in the boat, looking around for the convict.
"Aunt!? Help!!" I listen in the direction of her voice, running that direction.
"Juliette!" I cried, searching for her voice, when I'll ran into something. Not something, someone.
"Bonjour, Mademoiselle (L/N). Miss me?" I gasp, pointing my sword at his chest, that was not very concealed.
"Absolutely not. Where's my niece, Destler?" I spoke with a bit of malice, jabbing the sword lightly into his chest.
"She's......dead." I glare, pointing the sword at his exposed throat.
"I just heard her voice, Destler. Don't lie to me!"
"I just killed her. I stabbed her fatally." I choked, a sob filling the silence of the lair.
"You killed my only living relative, you sick monster!" I screamed, intending to stab his jugular, but he deflected it with his hand.
"A monster? You used to call Raoul that, before I killed him. You were just a pawn in my game, dearest (Y/N)."
"Don't call me dearest," I spat near his foot before continuing, "a pawn in your game? You generally looked in love. The look in your eyes, the sound of your heart pitter-pattering in its cavity. The way you are, it makes me angry." he looks astounded, then his lip curls into a snarl.
"Stupid girl!" he grips the blade of my sword, and throws it. I gulp, his hand gripping my wrist harshly.
"I--let me go! You have no right to touch me!!!" he growls, face near mine.
"Who are you to tell me my rights?!" he threw me onto the bench, looking over to Meg and Mitchell.
"Meg Giry, how nice to see you. Who is this?" she kept her mouth shut, then Mitchell stepped up with her.
"Mitchell Mell. Nice to meet you, Monsieur Phantom." Meg cowered behind Mitchell, whimpering.
"The pleasure is all mine Mitchell. So, what have you been up to? Got a new boyfriend?" he directed the question to me, his face a couple inches away from mine.
"Not that it's any of your business. I have a fianceé. His name is John." he curled his lip in disgust.
"'John' is actually known as the Tenth Doctor. I've seen him." I looked at him, giggling.
"I know what John is. He knows who I am. Now, what do you want me for? You've got Brenda. She's nice." he nods, standing up straight.
"I'm not here for you. Juliette, I fell in love with her. Except she didn't love me. So I killed her, last time I let one go she ran off with that oaf de Chagny." I stand, poking his chest with my finger.
"You killed my niece! Now I'm going to kill you!" I throw my fist and it hits him in the nose, knocking his mask off. He grunts, coming for when when Mitchell stands in the way.
"You're not touching either of these girls!" the Phantom smirks, getting a running start at Mitchell. I grab Meg, telling her to run. She fleetingly glances at Mitchell, then runs.
"I--" my eyes pass and I find a body on the ground, a man. I raise a brow, wondering over, finding my fianceé laying there, dead.
"JOHN!" I sob, crashing onto the ground and cradling his head into my lap. My tears roll down my face as I close his eyes. I glance over, Brenda sneaking to distract Mitchell.
"Ha, is this all you have, Phantom?" Brenda comes around to Mitchell and I run over, grabbing her wrist.
"Don't touch him." I growled, and she smirked.
"Ha." she swung at me, as I dunk. I ram into her stomach, knocking her back. I felt kinda bad, considering that she was so nice before.
"Wha--" I hear a thud, a body. I turn, the Phantom laid on the ground, blood coming from where the sword was.
"Erik!" she scampers over, picking his head up and putting it into her lap. I gasp, kinda shocked.
"I--wow." I look over at Mitchell, blood on his hands where he stabbed with the sword.
"Oh my god. I've never killed anyone before." he runs out of there, to get to Meg.
"Brenda--I--"
"I'm sorry. I never meant for us to fight. Leave before they put you behind bars, girl." I smile, running up. I saw Meg and Mitchell embracing, smiling happily. I walk out of the Opera House, and accidently run into someone.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!"
"It's no problem." I looked up and saw the prettiest green eyes, this man was a sight for sore eyes. He looks about 5' 9", raven hair, and green eyes.
"Hi, I'm (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). You?"
"I'm Rafael. Rafael Barba." I shake his hand, smiling brightly.
"Nice to meet you, Rafael."
"All the same to you, Miss (Y/N)." I giggle, noticing his abstract tie.
"Aw, that's a cute tie." he chuckles, smirking. His smirk is really cute.
"Thanks. So, would you give me a tour around Paris?" I smile, nodding. He gives me his arm, looping our arms together.
"How gentlemanly of you, Monsieur Barba." he smiles, beginning to walk. I start too, beginning to point out pinpoints of spots he should check out. I looked over, admiring him. He's handsome, but then I catch him staring. I blush, looking away.
"You're beautiful, has anyone ever told you that?" I move my hand that isn't occupied and move it in a maybe motion.
"I had a fianceé. He actually died today. I--he was good to me. Then I had a forced engagement. Then I fell in love. Love isn't really my thing."
"It's not mine either. I haven't dated in a while." I raise a brow, the side of my lip curling into a slight smirk.
"Really? You're really handsome."
"I know, I guess she wasn't the one, maybe I will realize it here."
"Yeah, maybe."
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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?
