Love Story | By : PeterH Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 2962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter thirty two: Magic or trick?
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Ivan stood in the corner of the “torture chamber” (as he called it) as his “henchmen” beat the life out of Father Michael. Ivan sighed deeply. “Make it easier for your self Father and tell us where Erik Orion is,” Ivan said standing and pulling his black leather gloves tighter to his hands. Father Michael spat some blood from his mouth and onto Ralf’s expensive shoes. “Erik…who?” Father Michael managed to say. Ivan walked over to Father Michael and kneeled down next to him. He took out a handkerchief and wiped away some of the blood from Father Michael’s eye. “You know Father,” Ivan began as he sat down beside the bleeding priest. “I’ve killed men for lesser things, I’ve murdered for someone giving me a dirty look. Why just last a few days I killed seven men who had families. And you know what I did that very same night? I went home and held the woman I love in my arms. Now, unless you ever want to see the inside of a fucking church again you’ll tell us what Mr. Orion said or it’ll be me reading you your last rights.” Ivan finished and stood up.
Father Michael began to weep, his tears stinging the cuts on his face. “He-he said he had one last man to kill,” Father Michael said sadly. “I swear that is all I said. He spoke to his mother and then left.” Michael said to the evil man before him. Ivan stood up and nodded his head. “Where is his dear old mother?” Ivan asked. “She’s been dead since he was a boy.” Michael said lowly. Ivan sighed and turned to his men. “Okay, you’re free to go. Ralf take him back to the church. You two come with me.” Ivan ordered.
When Ivan arrived home with his two men he went up stairs and went into Sophia’s bedroom where he found Christine lying on the little sofa with Sophia in her arms. And lying inside of Sophia’s crib was, not a red rose, but a white rose with a white ribbon. Ivan walked over to the window which was open and peered out. Ivan closed the window and turned around. He walked over to Christine and Sophia and watched them as they slept. “They’re perfect, aren’t they?” Ivan asked as he turned and looked at the shadow standing there.
Erik walked out of the shadows and stood in front Ivan. Ivan took out his gun and placed it at Christine’s head. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t stay away,” Ivan said calmly. Suddenly both of the men’s heads turned when they heard a little gasp. Christine had woken up and was starring at Ivan and Erik. Erik pulled out his own gun and pointed it at Ivan. “Leave them be,” Erik hissed. Ivan sighed deeply and shook his head. “Christine, remember what I told you about what Erik did to me?” Ivan asked Christine. Christine nodded her head and sighed. “Did I happen to mention that I lied?” Ivan suddenly said.
Christine’s eyes widened and she gasped again. Ivan sighed once more and nodded his head. “Yes, sorry love had to do it.” Ivan said calmly. Christine couldn’t believe what Ivan was saying. He had lied to her about Erik ruining his life. “It was…all lies?” Christine said slowly. Ivan stepped back from her but kept his gun pointed at Christine’s head. “Afraid so, my foster father always said I should’ve been an actor. I still can’t believe I actually cried.” Ivan said with a small smirk on his face.
“Did you hear that Erik? I told Christine one little white lie and she started throwing her clothes off!” Ivan exclaimed. Suddenly he shot a hole through the ceiling. Christine screamed and held Sophia tightly to her body. But Christine was grabbed around the waist and Ivan’s gun was pointed at her head. Ivan pointed his gun and fired. The bullet hit Erik in the leg and he dropped his gun and fell to the floor. “You’ve been a thorn in my side long enough Mr. Orion.” Ivan said before he let Christine go. Christine scrambled over to Erik with Sophia still in her arms.
Ivan walked up to Erik and pointed the gun in his face. Christine and Erik both held their breath waiting for Ivan to pull the trigger. And suddenly he did. But there was only a clicking sound. Ivan had taken most of the bullets out of his gun on purpose. Ivan began laughing as he saw the tears in Erik’s eyes. “Sorry I just had to do that.” Ivan said throwing the gun down and taking out his second. “Now, this gun will really blow your fucking head off. Watch,” Ivan pointed it at a statue and fire. The head flew into a million pieces. Sophia began crying loudly. “Oh, damn, I upset the baby.” Ivan said walking over to the window and looking out.
The police were here. Someone in the house must’ve called them. Ivan was still calm. He looked at his watch and then at Erik and Christine. “Right on time.” Ivan said before walking over to Erik and Christine. Ivan kneeled down and took a piece of paper out of his pocket and placed it in Erik’s hand. “That’s for you,” Ivan said standing. He looked at Christine and walked over to her. Christine stood up and starred him in the eye. Ivan walked over toward and kissed Sophia on the head and suddenly Sophia stopped crying. Ivan took Sophia from Christine arms and for some reason Christine didn’t put up a fight. Ivan placed the gun down on the sofa and brought Sophia to her crib while humming something to her. Ivan placed Sophia in her crib on her back and let her hold onto his finger.
There was banging on the front hall door down stairs and everyone in the room knew it was the police. Ivan didn’t seem to care or even to notice. Erik sat up and watched as Ivan played the father figure to little Sophia. Sophia grabbed his finger and tried to suck on it. Ivan pulled it away and leaned down and whispered something into her ear. Ivan moved away from the crib and as soon as he did Sophia began crying for him. Ivan turned to Christine. He walked over to her, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him and kissed her. Christine placed her hands and his shoulders and pushed him and slapped him. Ivan smiled. “I was hoping you’d do that,” Ivan said before walking away into the master bedroom. “You know Erik, you’re not the only one who can perform magic tricks,” Ivan said as he closed the door.
Erik scrambled to his feet and limped to the bedroom door and pushed it open. But the room was empty. Ivan Merik was no where to be found. Erik, for the first time in a long time, was very confused. Christine rushed to Sophia’s crying form and picked her up into her arms and followed Erik into the master bedroom. They both stood there in complete confusion. It was as if Ivan Merik had literally disappeared into thin air. Erik pulled Christine to him and then remembered the piece of paper that Erik was still clutching.
Erik opened the piece of paper; it was Sophia’s birth certificate. Where it said name of father Ivan Merik had written Erik’s name. Erik wondered why his sworn enemy had let Erik and Christine live and why he had just disappeared. Then everything seemed to fall into place. “He’d rather be alive and on the run than be taken prisoner,” Erik said to Christine. Christine looked at the paper and sighed deeply. “I guess that the reason he wrote your name, so matter how much he cared about Sophia he was never going to be her father.” Christine said sighing deeply. Erik kissed Christine on the side of the head and then kissed his daughter who had fallen asleep on Christine shoulder.
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