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Portrait of the Soul	By : sirenofsaturn Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Okay, can I just say Thank you! So many reviews it made me feel so wonderful! Once again I cannot begin to express the creativity I have felt come to life in this story! Thank you so much! Now, Erik has a few words.
Erik: She owns nothing but the original characters and this fiction based plot. Any sort of plagiarism or copying of her story will not be tolerated. /Swings Punjab lasso/ Understood?
I hope they get it.
Erik: On with chapter 16
Don’t worry we will eventually have chapter titles…one of these days…
The warm lips that had minuets ago been on Erik’s were now replaced with the man's bony fingers. Walking back into the drawing room he greeted his Persian friend with a nod.
“Is something wrong with your lips?” Nadir asked.
“No.” Erik replied, removing his fingers and replacing them with a sip of wine. ‘Not the same.’ He thought. Taking a seat across from the Daroga, Erik reclined into the sofa mind still at Mia’s quarters.
“I think she’s wonderful.” Nadir stated.
“…What?” Erik asked, coming back to Earth.
“Mademoiselle Sclar. She seemed to be a good person. The two of you really did appear to have a lot in common.”
“We do.” Erik mumbled.
Seeing that his friend was not in his normal state Nadir thought to use a trick. He had used this long ago when he was still a detective. The best way to question a witness was when they were distracted. “This wasn’t her first visit down here?”
“No.”
“Did she enjoy her time here?”
“I assume.”
The Daroga kept up his pace in the questions, taking a stab in the dark. “You’ve kissed her, have you?”
“Twice…damn you!” Erik glared, realizing what he just admitted. “You and your annoying detective games.”
The Persian shrugged, “You were the one off guard for once, old friend.”
“Touché” Erik smirked. “It was rather nice though. Kissing a woman without her tears pouring into your mouth…I was beginning to wonder if all woman tasted like salty eye release.”
Nadir remained silent, allowing his friend to indulge in his memories of Christine. “Mia appears to be very different from Ms. Daae.”
“You mean Madame De Changy? Yes, Mia is very different.” Erik sighed. Mia was a matured woman. Christine was a child to him, a little girl who would forever need not just a lover but a father as well. Erik did play a father to her. He had given her away to that boy. Though before that moment, he wanted to play the lover. This vision of innocence that he had tainted with his presence was his living bride. He at first foolishly leapt into the idea of having her by his side for the remainder of his natural life. Then the months had turned into minutes. Nadir and Raoul were in the torture chamber, Christine trying to kill herself, as Erik himself had taken a more than healthy dip into the pool of madness. It was in Christine’s tears that made him realized it was out of pity.
Erik wanted to be happy like any other man. He wanted a wife who had vowed to love him. Christine agreed to marry him so should could save her beloved. Her Raoul. It was then Erik began to realize she could never love him like he loved her. He didn’t want a wife out of pity. He did not beg, and he did not take pity. He had sent her off with that boy forever. He would cherish her memory, her companionship, and her kiss. That was all he could keep of her now. Christine was no longer love; she was just a memory of a past obsession.
“Erik?”
Gold eyes met Persian brown orbs.
“Is the withdraw affecting you?” Nadir asked concerned. “Your eyes keep glazing over.”
“Just thinking.” Erik shook his head. “…Is there really only two weeks left?” The magician asked voice shaking. “…Then no more.”
“Yes.” Nadir nodded. “However, you seem to have kept preoccupied pretty well…Mia doesn’t know.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
“Mia knows a lot Nadir, however as I weigh the information she doesn’t know to the information that she does know…it appears she doesn’t know a lot.” Erik laughed bitterly. “I’m setting this up just like Christine, aren’t I?” He demanded to himself. “I usually do learn from my mistakes Daroga! I usually do! How would I begin to tell her, though? I could give it to her all at once…Yes, stand close by waiting for the information to set in. Watching those brown eyes of hers role into the back of her head, catch her before she hits the floor from fainting. Scenario number two; write her a letter like I do the management, then come back after she had time to read. I just fear I might have to clean the blood up from her cracked skull that impacted with floor! Here’s a thought! Maybe she wont faint…maybe she’ll just hate me…She has been nothing but honest with me Nadir. Why do I keep secrets from her…Yes, maybe she’ll hate me, Nadir. Then after she never wants to see me again, my worrying will be in-vain…There is not future for a relationship when one person despises another…I have learned that much, dear Daroga, have I not?”
“Erik! Snap out of it!” Nadir demanded. “You can’t work yourself up into a situation that may or may not exist. I may have only met Mademoiselle Sclar a few hours ago, but she is not Christine. Why should she act the same way? It is your right and hers to give her a chance to know the truth. She has already shown you trust hasn’t she, she did touch you? Did she not?”
“You have…why,” “…I have hurt others…I have killed…I don’t deserve this…I feel this…I feel warm…I never want this feeling to go away…but…but I don’t deserve it.”
“Erik,” “Everyone deserves to be touched. That is our right as living beings with souls…we all deserve to be touched…we all deserve to be warm. Nothing can change that…nothing.”
Nadir stood slightly alarmed as Erik’s hand suddenly grasped at his heart. “Are you alright?”
“Fine.” Erik breathed. “For now, I am fine. We’ll see how she reacts to the truths. She does deserve a chance to know…Mia did see beneath my mask, now I will let her see into my very soul.”
“She’s seen!” Nadir gasped.
“If you are hoping for a story, it will have to wait. You see it is near dawn. I must meet Jules and get my monthly requirements. You are more than welcome to accompany me though.” Erik invited slowly making his way to the door.
“I’ll walk with you.” Nadir agreed, “But then I will take leave as well.”
Erik nodded putting on his cloak.
“Oh and Erik,” The masked man turned at his name. “ I’ll just leave the morphine here, then.” The Persian stated leaving the unasked for narcotic on the table.
/Blink, blink/ I really didn’t attend to make things that emotional…Bonus points to me! That’s what I love about Erik’s personality. His emotions tend to bounce back and forth like one of those inflatable clown dolls that you punch over and over again.
Erik:…I can’t tell you how great I feel knowing my fictional existence rests in you creatively challenged hands…
Thanks/Squeal/ We’re so close to 120 reviews! 120! I never expected that, please keep them coming. They really do encourage me to keep posting. A brief warning! In case some of you didn’t notice this story has been kind of slow. Starting soon the plot is really going to be picking up! So be prepared! Also guys, if it’s not too much to ask, tell me what you enjoyed…I’ll try to do more of it!
Erik:…I think that is too much to ask. Please review, no flames, no stealing, and no suing.
Erik? Can I play with your Punjab lasso?
Erik: No.
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