Post by seunan on Oct 7, 2005 10:00:54 GMT -5
Okay for those who have never read any of my phanphics before Erik = The Phantom
Erik frowned as he slipped through the cemetary. He had started to spend a lot of time there. Yet this time...something had been wrong. There was a grave, one he had not noticed before...or not cared to notice, as he had not been in that part of the cemetary for a while. Though he hated to admit it, Christine Daae.... no the Comtesse de Chagny was dead, and not recently.
As he arrived at his lair he sat down at his organ, dejected. His eyes fell on the ring that he'd placed by his organ. He slipped out into Paris to buy one last rose. As he returned to his lair he remembered the roses he had sent to Christine. A tear rolled down his cheek as he remembered the final time he'd seen her.
"Why? Why did I have to force her to choose?" Erik whispered to himself, with a slight shake of his head.
Slowly he sat down at his organ, laying the rose on the keys before standing up once more. Slowly he moved to his creative area, his eyes falling over the blackened husk of the stage that he had used to create the sets for his Don Juan and to sketch off, and some of the slashed images of Christine. He gave another shake of his head, saddened.
"Its all your fault, if you hadn't have threatened her..." he whispered, feeling another tear rolling down his cheek.
His sharp ears ignored the sound of the auction up above. They'd taken his music box, of course, but he no longer cared. Slowly he sat down on the chair infront of his desk. As he sat there the tears came, and he cried as he'd not cried for a while. He'd not cried since Christine had left him. The pain of it all still hurt now.
"Pull yourself together, Erik" he whispered to himself.
He forced himself to take control of his emotions, feeling a slight rush of anger as he heard who HIS music box had been sold to. He squashed it as effortlessly as he squashed his other emotions though.
"That was how you lost Christine" he whispered.
Slowly he found what he'd been searching for, a peice of black ribbon. He picked it up, running it through his fingers ever so gently before walking back over to his organ, and sitting on the bench. Carefully he picked up the rose and tied the ribbon around it, tieing it into a bow. With just as much care he slipped the ring over the knot.
Slowly he left his lair, slipping through the catacombs to the nearest exit to the cemetary. Like a ghost he slipped through the tombstones, hearing the whisper of the wind through the trees. As he reached Christine tomb he felt the familar pain, slowly falling to one knee as he laid the rose.
"Oh Christine! I am sorry for all I did," Erik whispered.
Swiftly he slipped away as he heard the sound of wheels and footsteps approaching. He caught a glimpse of who it was, and was suprised to see it was the Vimcote, in a wheelchair. He shook his head slipping away. He knew now that no matter what he tried he would never get his Angel of Music back.
Raoul glanced around sharply as he heard the soft swish of a cloak. That was unusual, few people came to this part of the graveyard. He looked around, remembering a long time back. He'd woken up to find Christine gone. Seen that Phantom driving the open carriage with her in. Even after all these years he had been unable to let that grudge drop. As his nurse stopped the wheelchair near Christines grave he was unable to prevent a gasp escaping his lips.
He looked around again, nervous now. Was he still here? He had recognised the rose that resided on Christines grave. He'd also recognised the ring. Would he be able to simply let the past go? Would he be able to see that Phantom again without going to kill him? He gave a hoarse laugh at himself, there was no way he'd be able to kill the Phantom.
"All right...Phantom...I know you've been here, you afraid of me?" Raoul challenged hoarsely.
"Oh no, Monsieur le Vimcote Raoul de Chagny, on the contary, for I have never been afraid of you," Erik responded sarcastically.
Raoul glared at Erik in anger. That man! That...that....freak! Erik responded with a smirk. He could guess no doubt what Raoul was thinking. He found it quite amusing. If he so choose too he could end the Vimcotes life there and then. It was obvious that although he was the elder man he was the more fitter. He wasn't Wheelchair bound yet, he didn't mean to be either.
"Lost for words monsieur?" Erik said sarcastically.
"What are you still doing alive?" Raoul growled the response.
"Aren't I allowed to live now?" Erik retorted.
"Not when you are that much of a freak" Raoul snarled the response.
"Really, so I guess you can't learn to NOT hold a grudge. You are pathetic Vimcote," Erik sneered his response.
The Nurse and the footmen looked anxiously across at each other. Then they looked at Raoul awaiting further orders. They hadn't expected this. Raoul turned to face them and indicated with a hand for them to go and bring the police. Erik smirked.
"Thought you wouldn't like to be alone with me," Erik said softly.
"I thought I'd might as well trust you...for I doubt you'd be that low as to spill blood over your beloved Christines grave" Raoul responded, taunting Erik.
Erik flinched back pain almost overwhelming him. Raoul smirked glad to see the Phantom in pain. It was interesting he still loved Christine. Erik glared at Raoul angered that his opponent had seen his weakness.
"Do not push me," Erik growled softly, though he himself knew it was an empty threat.
"Why shouldn't I? You wouldn't want to risk the chance of been sent to hell and never seeing your darling Angel," Raoul responded.
"You're forgetting one thing Vimcomte..I am the Angel in Hell," Erik responded.
"Not suprised with a face like that," Raoul sneered in response.
Erik gave a growl of anger yet still he held back. Raoul was right he couldn't spill blood on Christines grave. He couldn't. Raoul gave a low quiet laugh at the Phantoms inability to attack him. His worst enemy was humbled at his feet.
"Whats up lost for words?" Raoul sneered laughing again.
Erik made no response. For once he was lost for words. He couldn't think of a response. It was as if he'd been struck dumb.
Raoul laughed before turning away from him and walking a few steps away from his Wheelchair. Erik looked up before he silently drew his Rapier and charged at Raoul. Raoul gave a gasp of suprise as he turned to face Erik before giving a gasp as he was impaled upon Eriks Rapier. He slid off it to the ground his eyes already glazing over blood puddling about him.
Erik froze in position. He could barely believe it. He'd killed Raoul....his enemy...dead. He soon snapped back to his senses as he heard the tramp of footsteps. He was in the open with no where to hide.
Erik started to run, dropping his rapier he figured he could get that back later. He knew most the tomb stones close were too small for him to hide behind. There was only one hope for him...to get to the top of Gustav Daae's Mansoleum. He heard a shot ring out then fell to the ground in pain as it ripped through his shoulder. It didn't take long for him to know he was surrounded before he fell unconcious.
A while later, he didn't know how long, he came round. He winced in pain as he tried to move his shoulder. It all came rushing back to him then.
He remembered his enemy the Vimcomte dead...by his blade. Then he remembered pain. He vaguely remembered that he'd been shot. He looked up as he heard the tramp of footsteps approaching his cell. He leapt at the guards as they entered his cell. He fell back in agony as one caught his injured shoulder. He was quickly dragged to his feet by his good arm which was twisted behind his back then forced out of his cell into a small interogation room.
Erik glared angrily at the police officer facing him. The police officer laughed and signaled to his men to get Erik to sit in a chair opposite the police officer. As soon as he was made to sit down Erik stood up again. Once more they used his wounded arm to get his obedience. This time they'd twisted it behind his back so Erik was almost crying in pain. He knew when he was beaten. The police officer looked at Erik with dark brown eyes. Erik glared back at the police officer from his pale blue eyes.
"Well then, I finally meet the "Great" Opera Ghost at last," the Police officer said sarcastically.
"Congratulations," Erik retorted with a heavy sigh.
"Not so great now are you," the Officer continued.
"Are you doing this to just waste my time or is their a purpose to all of this?" Erik interupted sharply.
He cried out in pain as one of the guards punched his injury. The police officer laughed cold and mirthless. Erik half slouched in the chair trying to regain his thoughts which the agony had seperated.
The police officer kept asking Erik questions, some of which he replied too others of which he didn't. Eventually the officer lost his patience and ordered the guards to return Erik to his cell. Yet before Erik was dragged out the room the officer said one last thing in a dark tone of voice.
"Feed him no food, give him water only," the officer growled before leaving the room.
The guards dragged Erik back to his cell and threw him in slamming and locking the door shut. Erik slowly got to his feet clutching his injured shoulder in pain. He sat on the cold stone bench and drew his knees up to his chest leaning back against the wall.
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Erik frowned as he slipped through the cemetary. He had started to spend a lot of time there. Yet this time...something had been wrong. There was a grave, one he had not noticed before...or not cared to notice, as he had not been in that part of the cemetary for a while. Though he hated to admit it, Christine Daae.... no the Comtesse de Chagny was dead, and not recently.
As he arrived at his lair he sat down at his organ, dejected. His eyes fell on the ring that he'd placed by his organ. He slipped out into Paris to buy one last rose. As he returned to his lair he remembered the roses he had sent to Christine. A tear rolled down his cheek as he remembered the final time he'd seen her.
"Why? Why did I have to force her to choose?" Erik whispered to himself, with a slight shake of his head.
Slowly he sat down at his organ, laying the rose on the keys before standing up once more. Slowly he moved to his creative area, his eyes falling over the blackened husk of the stage that he had used to create the sets for his Don Juan and to sketch off, and some of the slashed images of Christine. He gave another shake of his head, saddened.
"Its all your fault, if you hadn't have threatened her..." he whispered, feeling another tear rolling down his cheek.
His sharp ears ignored the sound of the auction up above. They'd taken his music box, of course, but he no longer cared. Slowly he sat down on the chair infront of his desk. As he sat there the tears came, and he cried as he'd not cried for a while. He'd not cried since Christine had left him. The pain of it all still hurt now.
"Pull yourself together, Erik" he whispered to himself.
He forced himself to take control of his emotions, feeling a slight rush of anger as he heard who HIS music box had been sold to. He squashed it as effortlessly as he squashed his other emotions though.
"That was how you lost Christine" he whispered.
Slowly he found what he'd been searching for, a peice of black ribbon. He picked it up, running it through his fingers ever so gently before walking back over to his organ, and sitting on the bench. Carefully he picked up the rose and tied the ribbon around it, tieing it into a bow. With just as much care he slipped the ring over the knot.
Slowly he left his lair, slipping through the catacombs to the nearest exit to the cemetary. Like a ghost he slipped through the tombstones, hearing the whisper of the wind through the trees. As he reached Christine tomb he felt the familar pain, slowly falling to one knee as he laid the rose.
"Oh Christine! I am sorry for all I did," Erik whispered.
Swiftly he slipped away as he heard the sound of wheels and footsteps approaching. He caught a glimpse of who it was, and was suprised to see it was the Vimcote, in a wheelchair. He shook his head slipping away. He knew now that no matter what he tried he would never get his Angel of Music back.
Raoul glanced around sharply as he heard the soft swish of a cloak. That was unusual, few people came to this part of the graveyard. He looked around, remembering a long time back. He'd woken up to find Christine gone. Seen that Phantom driving the open carriage with her in. Even after all these years he had been unable to let that grudge drop. As his nurse stopped the wheelchair near Christines grave he was unable to prevent a gasp escaping his lips.
He looked around again, nervous now. Was he still here? He had recognised the rose that resided on Christines grave. He'd also recognised the ring. Would he be able to simply let the past go? Would he be able to see that Phantom again without going to kill him? He gave a hoarse laugh at himself, there was no way he'd be able to kill the Phantom.
"All right...Phantom...I know you've been here, you afraid of me?" Raoul challenged hoarsely.
"Oh no, Monsieur le Vimcote Raoul de Chagny, on the contary, for I have never been afraid of you," Erik responded sarcastically.
Raoul glared at Erik in anger. That man! That...that....freak! Erik responded with a smirk. He could guess no doubt what Raoul was thinking. He found it quite amusing. If he so choose too he could end the Vimcotes life there and then. It was obvious that although he was the elder man he was the more fitter. He wasn't Wheelchair bound yet, he didn't mean to be either.
"Lost for words monsieur?" Erik said sarcastically.
"What are you still doing alive?" Raoul growled the response.
"Aren't I allowed to live now?" Erik retorted.
"Not when you are that much of a freak" Raoul snarled the response.
"Really, so I guess you can't learn to NOT hold a grudge. You are pathetic Vimcote," Erik sneered his response.
The Nurse and the footmen looked anxiously across at each other. Then they looked at Raoul awaiting further orders. They hadn't expected this. Raoul turned to face them and indicated with a hand for them to go and bring the police. Erik smirked.
"Thought you wouldn't like to be alone with me," Erik said softly.
"I thought I'd might as well trust you...for I doubt you'd be that low as to spill blood over your beloved Christines grave" Raoul responded, taunting Erik.
Erik flinched back pain almost overwhelming him. Raoul smirked glad to see the Phantom in pain. It was interesting he still loved Christine. Erik glared at Raoul angered that his opponent had seen his weakness.
"Do not push me," Erik growled softly, though he himself knew it was an empty threat.
"Why shouldn't I? You wouldn't want to risk the chance of been sent to hell and never seeing your darling Angel," Raoul responded.
"You're forgetting one thing Vimcomte..I am the Angel in Hell," Erik responded.
"Not suprised with a face like that," Raoul sneered in response.
Erik gave a growl of anger yet still he held back. Raoul was right he couldn't spill blood on Christines grave. He couldn't. Raoul gave a low quiet laugh at the Phantoms inability to attack him. His worst enemy was humbled at his feet.
"Whats up lost for words?" Raoul sneered laughing again.
Erik made no response. For once he was lost for words. He couldn't think of a response. It was as if he'd been struck dumb.
Raoul laughed before turning away from him and walking a few steps away from his Wheelchair. Erik looked up before he silently drew his Rapier and charged at Raoul. Raoul gave a gasp of suprise as he turned to face Erik before giving a gasp as he was impaled upon Eriks Rapier. He slid off it to the ground his eyes already glazing over blood puddling about him.
Erik froze in position. He could barely believe it. He'd killed Raoul....his enemy...dead. He soon snapped back to his senses as he heard the tramp of footsteps. He was in the open with no where to hide.
Erik started to run, dropping his rapier he figured he could get that back later. He knew most the tomb stones close were too small for him to hide behind. There was only one hope for him...to get to the top of Gustav Daae's Mansoleum. He heard a shot ring out then fell to the ground in pain as it ripped through his shoulder. It didn't take long for him to know he was surrounded before he fell unconcious.
A while later, he didn't know how long, he came round. He winced in pain as he tried to move his shoulder. It all came rushing back to him then.
He remembered his enemy the Vimcomte dead...by his blade. Then he remembered pain. He vaguely remembered that he'd been shot. He looked up as he heard the tramp of footsteps approaching his cell. He leapt at the guards as they entered his cell. He fell back in agony as one caught his injured shoulder. He was quickly dragged to his feet by his good arm which was twisted behind his back then forced out of his cell into a small interogation room.
Erik glared angrily at the police officer facing him. The police officer laughed and signaled to his men to get Erik to sit in a chair opposite the police officer. As soon as he was made to sit down Erik stood up again. Once more they used his wounded arm to get his obedience. This time they'd twisted it behind his back so Erik was almost crying in pain. He knew when he was beaten. The police officer looked at Erik with dark brown eyes. Erik glared back at the police officer from his pale blue eyes.
"Well then, I finally meet the "Great" Opera Ghost at last," the Police officer said sarcastically.
"Congratulations," Erik retorted with a heavy sigh.
"Not so great now are you," the Officer continued.
"Are you doing this to just waste my time or is their a purpose to all of this?" Erik interupted sharply.
He cried out in pain as one of the guards punched his injury. The police officer laughed cold and mirthless. Erik half slouched in the chair trying to regain his thoughts which the agony had seperated.
The police officer kept asking Erik questions, some of which he replied too others of which he didn't. Eventually the officer lost his patience and ordered the guards to return Erik to his cell. Yet before Erik was dragged out the room the officer said one last thing in a dark tone of voice.
"Feed him no food, give him water only," the officer growled before leaving the room.
The guards dragged Erik back to his cell and threw him in slamming and locking the door shut. Erik slowly got to his feet clutching his injured shoulder in pain. He sat on the cold stone bench and drew his knees up to his chest leaning back against the wall.
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