One Shots

All the Phantom Asked

Erik's POV
I was climbing up to the rooftop, following my Christine, my angel. I may have scared her, and I needed to apologize for that. I felt terrible for doing so. For making Carlotta croak, not so much. I'm sure she enjoyed that as well, but I couldn't tell by the look on her face. I sighed and looked at Christine from behind a cluster statues. Raoul, the Vicomte had followed her. He was trying to earn her affection. I held back laughter as I thought about the way she she denied his invitation to dinner.
I listened to him, how rude he was to her. My hands were balled so tightly into fists that my knuckles went white. Telling her she was imagining things. I'm as real as you Monsieur Vicomte, and I will show him that if he doesn't quit harassing her. My voice. She liked it. Oh! If she only knew the power hers had over me. I exhaled and relaxed as she talked about me. The Vicomte trudged toward her angrily and called her name, twice.
"Christine..."
I sang out in a ghostly tone. I intended not to frighten her, but to let her know I was here to protect her. She fell to the ground in tears. My heart slowly broke. Oh, angel I didn't mean to! I quietly sighed. He took her in his arms and began to sing. My knuckles went white again.
"Say you'll love me..."
Love me? Love me... She, she returned his feeling? My heart felt as if it'd just been shattered, punctured with a knife, ripped out of my chest and stomped on. No. She couldn't possibly. I continued to watch them, hopeful she was just leading him on so he'd leave her alone. I cringed every time she sang the word "love" to him. He moved to her, my hands were still in fists. I wanted to jump out and tackle him. He pulled her close and kissed her. No! I let out a silent sob. She wrapped herself around him and I fell to my knees. She did love him after all. They finished their third kiss and I was shaking. I couldn't help it, my love had betrayed me. They ran back downstairs and I slowly crept from my hiding place. I dealt with the pain the only way I knew how. Music. In tears I lamented, singing to her as if she were able to hear me.
"I gave you my music, made your song take wing! And now how you've repaid me. Denied me and betrayed me..."
My voice shook with anger, pain and sadness. I let out another sob.
"He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing!
Christine...Christine, n-no"
I sobbed. I whipped my head toward the staircase. I could hear them singing to each other still. I covered my ears for a moment. I couldn't take it. All the sadness and anger boiled over.
"You will curse the day you did not do, all that the Phantom asked of you!"
I yelled. No more singing. I was frustrated, I was upset. I ran down the staircase to the tunnels and screamed over and over. I looked down on her. She was on the stage, because of me! I had made her career possible. I had trained her! She was so ungrateful. I ran back down to my home after seeing the horrified look on everyone's faces as the chandelier swayed back and forth, almost crashing down and killing the audience. Tears of fury and pain streaming down my face. I sat at my organ and decided I would finish my latest Opera, "Don Juan Triumphant". I would make them perform it, out of fear. Then I'd get close to her. Then, she'd be mine.