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Somewhere only We belong to	By : InfernalParadise Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5210 -:- 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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Disclaimer: Nothing's changed, they're still not mine - except for the characters I've come up with. :)
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I've taken some liberties with the plot which means that I use parts of the musical or book, but other than that I simply try to write whatever fits in my opinion. In later chapters, I will also take another liberty with Erik's past because I don't want to only take over anything that's already given anyway. Hope you guys understand. You'll be warned in later chapters, though. ;)
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Chapter 4
The Phantom’s Wrath
Seraphine was stunned at the size of her parents’ manor that rose near the center of Paris. This was going to be her new home, she realized and decided immediately to always hate it – no matter how lovely the furniture would look like and how delicious the food would taste. Feeling her daughter’s unease, the Ducards left her to herself after having shown her the most important rooms and having introduced her to the many servants that seemed to wrinkle their noses at Seraphine’s sight. She was dressed in nothing more than a simple dress after all, and that was clearly not what they had expected to be the rich Ducard’s daughter. Seraphine decided to hate all of the servants as well while she paced through her own huge room, feeling nothing but a lack of anything she had ever known. Finally, her gaze fell on the large window, and to her great joy it pointed straight to the Opera that rose somewhere behind all those other exquisite houses. Tonight, however, it looked different, almost menacing against the bloody sunset that brought up dark rain clouds. Seraphine sighed as she closed the velvet curtains again, letting her fingers brush over the soft material. Almost immediately, the images of Erik’s bed came to her mind. The feeling of the silky sheets against her skin, the touch of his hands anywhere on her body, those lips that never failed to cause her pleasure. She didn’t know how to bear living without it for more than one night.
"Dinner is ready", one of the servant’s voices came from the outside, and Seraphine growled since she truly didn’t wish to spend time with the Ducards even if she found Monsieur Ducard quite acceptable compared to his wife who was just utterly unnerving.
When she finally arrived downstairs in the dining room, the look on her parents’ face sent a shiver down her spine. If that concerned her behavior, she must have done something really horrible, she decided, but noticed the same moment that both their gazes were directed at the window that showed the Opera Populaire as well.
"Father?", she asked in a quiet voice, feeling nothing but loneliness as she spoke that word out loud.
"Oh my dear", he replied absently, "it’s terrible… terrible…"
At least he looked up to shake his head, pointing at an empty seat. Seraphine sat down without a word, painfully aware that the new corset hurt at that movement.
"The poor Mauriences", her mother mumbled, "I only hope they will recover."
Suddenly her husband got up, hitting one fist on the table so forcefully that he startled both women.
"We won’t surrender to some fool terrorizing Paris’ nobility! If he wants to declare war on us, so be it – but the Opera has always belonged to us, thus she always will! Geraldine, get yourself dressed… we will not sit here while our friend’s need help!"
"Alexander, are you mad?", his wife got to her feet, shaking her head, "It’s Seraphine’s first night at our home… I won’t let her stay alone here when she knows no one."
"Fine then", her husband replied, before pointing at his daughter, "Seraphine, take one of your mother’s coats – we will leave in ten minutes!"
Without any further comments, he stormed out to get himself ready as well. Madame Ducard’s wide opened eyes met Seraphine’s confused look. Somehow she could get used to that if her parents were always that crazy, she grinned to herself, but still didn’t understand what was actually going on.
"Mother?"
"Oh, darling, it’s so terrible", she repeated the former words of her husband, "During tonight’s performance at the Opera, the chandelier came down. It nearly killed some of our dear friends, but fortunately no life was taken so far."
"But the chandelier can’t come down… it’s attached to many wires and cables and…", suddenly Seraphine paused as a terrible truth dawned on her.
"Darling?", Madame Ducard asked with concern.
"Mother", her daughter’s voice was shaking, "what did father mean when he said you wouldn’t surrender to a fool terrorizing Paris’ nobility? Who did he talk of?"
"It’s nonsense, my dear. The crash tonight was a terrible accident, yet… well, some people like to believe it was the Opera’s Phantom. I’m sure you’ve heard plenty of stories about him during your time at the… Seraphine? Are you well?"
But Seraphine didn’t feel well at all as a wave of nausea hit her.
"The Opera Ghost?", she managed to get out and faked a little smile.
"I know it’s nonsense although your father likes to believe in those stories. And dear Lord, why should this thing suddenly cause such terror? One could almost think it has to do something with us the way your father speaks of it."
Something to do with you, Seraphine thought when her mother got up to get two coats, something to do with you, indeed.
All of Paris was in a tumult and people stood on the streets, passing on rumors, whispering about dark secrets instead of helping those who had been injured at the Opera. Seraphine found it disgusting how little a life counted as long as the entertainment fitted. All the while, she sat silently next to her murmuring father who swayed between giving in to stories about the Phantom of the Opera and regrets for his friends who had just experienced a terrible night at a place that was supposed to be the meeting point for both culture and society. Madame Ducard, however, simply sighed from time to time as if to not better judge about her husband’s mental constitution. Had the situation been different, Seraphine would have had the amusement of her life for sure. Giving the cause, she found it not funny at all, though. When they finally arrived in front of the Opera, her father nearly jumped out of their carriage – had it not been for his wife who tried to keep at least a bit of dignity alive, thus she forced Monsieur Ducard with a stern look to leave as anyone else sane would do. He obeyed, although reluctantly, and was greeted by Paris’ police captain, utterly near a nervous breakdown.
"Monsieur Ducard, it’s a tragedy", he brought out before kissing Madame Ducard’s hand. Either he truly didn’t notice Seraphine or he simply didn’t want to, but she couldn’t have cared less anyway.
"We managed to extinguish the little fire that broke out after the chandelier crash", he further informed the Ducards as if he owned them an explanation, "and so far it seems no one got seriously injured. The Phantom... I mean, the chandelier came down on seats that were mainly unoccupied."
"I see", Monsieur Ducard nodded and continued to approach the Opera.
"I thought... well, Monsieur, maybe it would be wise if you spoke a few words to the people who are still inside the hall. We haven’t had time to take care of all of them. And surely the knowledge that you and your wife", he slightly bowed to Madame Ducard, "are here to help..."
"Oh, darling, what a wonderful idea", Seraphine’s mother agreed on the man’s suggestion.
"I have to warn you, though", the police captain turned to the three people with a serious expression on his face, "that it would be better if you didn’t mention all those rumors about the Phantom being responsible for tonight’s disaster."
"In that you can trust, my dear Fulnerault", Monsieur Ducard promised, although looking a bit disappointed. They left the man behind them as they entered the Opera, and just by now Madame Ducard seemed to remember her daughter’s presence.
"Dear, why don’t you go and look for Madame Giry?", she suggested, "I’m sure it’s better for you to stay in the background during this tumult here."
"As you wish, mother," Seraphine showed either her joy nor her anger, but closed her eyes to avoid bitter tears when her parents left her standing on the main corridor that lead to the big hall. Did her mother fear having to be ashamed of her daughter wearing only a cheap dress tonight? Or was it the unease about suddenly having to take care of someone she had done without for over twenty years? A young ballerina passed by, giving a smile as she recognized Seraphine.
"You are back", she said before closing her arms around the young woman’s hips since that was how far she reached up to.
"No, little one, I’m not. I wished I were, though. Have you seen Madame Giry?"
"She’s supposed to be here somewhere", the girl looked around cautiously before dropping its voice to a mere whisper, "They say the Phantom did that, Seraphine."
"The Phantom? But why?"
Another fearful gaze and the little ballerina’s body shook in excitement.
"No one exactly knows. Madame Giry said...", she trailed off, not daring to speak any further.
"What did she say?", Seraphine kneeled down to look into the girl’s eyes.
"Madame Giry said that something has been taken away from the Opera... something that belongs to him. And he won’t rest until he’s gotten it back."
The whispered words caused Seraphine’s heartbeat to speed up.
"Daphne, what did I tell you about being a chatterbox? Besides, I’m sure you’re already supposed to be in the room with the others", a strict voice came from above, and the little ballerina retreated with a regretting expression. Madame Giry turned to look at Seraphine who looked pale and utterly unwell. In an instant, she softened her gaze, stroking the young woman’s face as she quietly raised her voice.
"The whole Opera knows it was him bringing the chandelier down, but I assume Paris will make it nothing more than a tragic accident. No one got killed... if it were any different," Madame Giry sighed deeply, "God, I wouldn’t know what to do. But I fear for what might still come. He won’t let me talk to him. I don’t even know where he is... judging the fear among us, however, I assume he’s still up here somewhere. And it certainly will take longer this time until he returns to his underground lair. Be careful, child – I need to calm down my little girls now. First Joseph Buquet and now the chandelier... it’s too much for their nerves..."
With a last look at Seraphine, Madame Giry rushed off to her fledglings. Various hectic people passed her by, but tonight no one cared much about others as the Phantom had created a terrible mess in the Opera. Sighing, Seraphine chose a less frequented corridor near Christine’s dressing room, and leaned against the wall. Never had she wanted anything of this and yet it was mainly only her fault. She should have told her parents, should have tried to explain that nothing besides the Opera was important to her. On the other hand, what had she been supposed to say? I need to stay here because my lover is the one you call the Opera Ghost? Please don’t worry about me – I will be fine? And it’s quite impossible that he might cause some terrible accidents should you decide to not let me stay here? How ridiculous, Seraphine told herself, how utterly stupid and childish. She passed a heavy curtain that separated the corridor she was in from a smaller one, and let her fingers glide through the familiar material. At the next moment, a gloved hand closed around her wrist, pulling her through the curtain. Pain shot through her arm as she tried to move the other way, but after a short darkness she found herself in some weakly illuminated tunnel with burning eyes gazing at her through a black mask. Without a word, Erik forced his tongue into her mouth while his hands found a rough way beneath the dress. He was mad because of rage and lust, she realized and knew that instant that he wouldn’t recoil from taking her against her will like a cheap whore who didn’t deserve any better. The fingers that still held her wrist in an iron grip forced her to move her hand into his pants, down to his arousal, as he thrust violently against her body. Somehow she managed to escape his mouth, but he didn’t even care, biting into the flesh of her neck that she gave a sharp gasp of pain.
"Please don’t", he stroked himself with her hand, growling at the pleasure she caused him against her will, "Erik, you’re hurting me."
Finally he pulled back a bit to look at her. The fire in his eyes almost burnt a hole into her heart, making her shake with fear. During all their nights, she had never seen him in a state like that. Even when Raoul had interfered then he hadn’t behaved similar in any way to how he acted now. The truth was, Erik wasn’t with her – rage about tonight and the Ducards in general controlled his every being, blinded his eyes, and the only way to release the pain it caused was to pass it on by freeing himself from his arousal.
"Say you love me", she whispered, the tears falling by now, "Say at least that you love me."
She would somehow accept to be taken like that, but she had to find proof that a tiny bit of the Erik she normally loved and adored was still inside this monster that didn’t care about her refuses. With an animal sound he pushed her more forcefully against he cold tunnel wall and she winced in pain when her back collided with the hard stone.
"Is that what you want to hear? I love you?", he mocked at her words, his voice sounding strange and scary, "I guess not, my dear."
He trust into her hand once more as she tried to remove it, only to feel his grip around her wrist tightening.
"It’s something different you want me to tell you, isn’t it?", leaning forward and grabbing her hair with his free hand, his hot breath came to her ear, making her shiver when she actually understood his words, "You want me inside you…"
He licked over her ear – a movement that would have aroused her under normal circumstances, but the situation was not normal, and her body was far from feeling aroused.
"I want you to scream out my name when I take you against the wall… and you will, believe me."
"I won’t", she replied, astonished about the strength in her voice, "You almost killed people tonight, Erik – what the hell did you think you were doing?"
For a short moment, his movements stopped and she was sure of having seen a flicker of the real him inside those burning eyes. The next second, however, a sinister grin curled around his lips.
"Why should I care? And now", his voice changed into a harsh tone, "do I have to remind you of your task?"
With a painful yank on her hair, he thrust into her hand that was still held by his own, but Seraphine didn’t move at all even if his grip hurt.
"Go to hell", she hissed at him and suddenly he released her aching wrist, only to press forcefully against her body while rough hands found their way under her dress. She wore nothing beneath it as it was terribly uncomfortable to wear and she hadn’t expected to go out tonight anymore. Besides, her father’s decision hadn’t given her enough time to change that fact, thus it truly fired back to her that moment. Erik’s look showed his intentions all too clearly, and since she knew he was hardly aware of anything but his pain, she tried the only logical thing that came to her mind. Grabbing his face with both hands, she pressed her lips to his, waiting until he opened his mouth in a surprised gasp to slip her tongue in. A low moan escaped his throat while she felt his hands leaving their position beneath her dress to move over her hips, softly caressing the skin there. It took a long time until Seraphine finally pulled away to have Erik gazing into her eyes. Suddenly he seemed to be well aware of what he was doing.
"I’m going insane without you", his voice whispered into her ear – the same ear he had told quite different things before.
"But that doesn’t justify nearly killing innocent people, Erik", she reminded him, taking his hands off of her, yet they returned an instant later to rest on her body.
"Innocent?", he gave a mocking laugh, "There’s no such thing as innocence when it comes to aristocracy. Just look at you – you’re noble yourself now, and yet you’ve let a stranger take you before you even considered a marriage."
"I’ve never claimed to be innocent – you were the only one who actually was before you first took me!"
That obviously hurt.
"You want me to prove how little innocent I am?", he hissed while grinding his hips against hers, "Right here, honey, or rather on your back down on the ground?"
With a suppressed sob, she pushed him away and he hit the wall with his back.
"I don’t know you anymore, you monster! I’ve always thought of you as a genius, Erik, but in fact it’s nothing more than madness."
He closed his eyes at her words as if he tried to shield himself from anything that surrounded him.
"You may leave if you wish to – I won’t keep you here any longer against your will. Just one thing", his eyes opened again to reveal a loneliness she hadn’t seen in them for weeks, "I meant anything I said… even what I’ve told you before. I would never truly hurt you for I couldn’t bear living with myself afterwards. It’s not like I enjoy seeing myself in the mirror, anyway. Go, Seraphine… live the happy life you deserve. Get a decent husband, and forget about that carcass beneath the Opera. It loves you… it loves you so much it’s going to be the only comfort in its loneliness to know that even some creature like it has the ability to feel such emotion."
Seraphine stared at him in disbelief. He had truly meant taking her like an animal against the wall before, it dawned on her, but he wouldn’t have done it against her will. Either he would have manipulated her body to want him or he would have stopped. But some minutes ago she had only felt sheer fear of him, not even wasting a thought about a different possibility. He wasn’t a noble man – she had known that long before their first night together. And yet… wasn’t that exactly why she had fallen for him so hopelessly, had wanted him more than anything else? Because his dark soul called to her, even when it frightened her?
"Erik?"
"Go… please, go…"
"I love you."
He looked at her with an expression between disbelief and surprise.
"No, you love a seductive Phantom", Erik pointed at his mask, "You love a rumor that will always stay mysterious and in darkness. And I don’t blame you – who could ever love that monster behind it?"
With a deep sigh, he leaned back and watched cautiously how Seraphine approached him.
"Doesn’t it make you think why no woman ever wanted to lay with me? There’s no price high enough to convince the poorest and ugliest whore to touch you when she has seen your mask in the night. You took more away from me than just my innocence when you allowed me to have you."
"I know. I wanted your innocence because no one else was supposed to ever own it… There’s nothing that could describe how much I love you, Erik. I could give you reasons maybe, but it wouldn’t do. You’ve become a part of me, and I won’t go on without it."
A sad smile appeared on his face while he listened to her words. With a tear she couldn’t hold back any longer, Seraphine pulled Erik towards herself and kissed him like the first time she had done so. Just soft lips on a pair of foreign, feeling for the first time what it meant to be loved by someone. He broke into tears – an effect she truly hadn’t expected – and clung to her for support as he cried his tears of so many lonely and painful nights about all the injustice he had suffered from.
"I love you", she whispered over and over again to him, feeling his arms tighten around her body when he finally was through with a painful emotion that had been unknown to him before.
"Forgive my everything."
"There’s nothing to forgive, love", her smile warmed his heart as she reached behind his head to open the laces that held the mask. Slowly she took it off, admiring his features once more, never ever thinking of his right face side being deformed or disgusting. Only too late he became aware of her other hand moving to the place in his pants he had forced it to before.
"Seraphine, you don’t…"
But a groan cut his almost frantic sentence short when he felt her fingers closing around him once more. In an instant, his body reacted to her caressing, betraying its owner by sending delightful shivers down Erik’s spine.
"I want you inside me", Seraphine’s voice whispered into his ear, a teasing tongue licking around it during those words, "I want to scream your name while you take me against the wall."
That was all he needed to wake his senses for her scent, the warm palm on his arousal, the heat that radiated from her body, the kisses she planted on his neck. With a forceful, yet careful movement, he pressed her against the cold wall, noticing how her hand continued its pleasant work even when he found a way beneath her dress to reward her by causing her similar pleasure. Seraphine moaned into his mouth, but felt unable to pull away from him. He was killing her if he kept that slow pace, she realized, thus her hand’s work sped up, feeling how he slipped two fingers into her.
"Enough", he suddenly growled, removing her hands from between his legs to open his pants and drove into her while one hand found its way back to her sensitive spot, caressing it with a content moan. The other free hand forced her to wrap her legs around his hips, drawing him in deeper with every thrust until he really had her screaming his name out during a wave of ecstasy. Following her an instant later, he muffled any further sound of hers with his lips. Their tongues fought a gentle battle for dominance, and Erik refused to pull out of her warmth with every second more she played with his hair. Seraphine continued to place kisses along his jaw line, until she suddenly became aware that he was still inside her. Noticing her astonished look, he kissed her fiercely.
"I want you again. I want to stay like this forever."
A warm hand found her hardening nipple beneath the corset and rubbed it in a slightly rough way. Her soft moans made his body return to an aroused state almost immediately, and another pleased sound escaped Seraphine’s throat when she noticed him growing hard inside herself again. She wrapped her legs tighter around his hips, pressing him in before he even started to establish a rhythm.
"God, Seraphine", Erik moaned in pleasure at her encouragement, and found it impossible to not obey. It was unbelievable how her body tensed around him every time he added a touch against her sensitive nub to his thrust, thus he made sure to never forget on that little flick. Her hands roamed across his shoulders, down his back, and Erik gave a little yelp when she grabbed his bottom to support her demand for a quicker speed that he agreed to just too happily. His sudden climax sent her over the edge as well, but he continued to thrust into her more gently until his body protested in exhaustion. With a content sigh, he rested his head on her shoulder, feeling her pulse calming down again.
"I love you so much", he whispered into her ear and brushed a few strays out of her face to look into her eyes, "and I won’t share you with them. Never."
"You don’t have to, love, for they are nothing but strangers. They own nothing of me. All they will ever receive is a hollow doll."
"Are you treated well there?", he asked with a warning glitter in his eyes, and she knew if she said no, he’d walk straight to the Ducard’s house and probably slaughter any living soul in it. The idea amused her somehow, thus she grinned.
"What?", a puzzled look appeared on Erik’s face.
"I was just imagining what you’d most probably do if I negated", she answered while laughing.
"And tell me, what would I do, hm?", his lips found her neck to caress it softly, paying special attention to the bite he had caused before.
"You would walk up straight to their house and slaughter all of them without mercy."
"Certainly", Erik pulled a grimace of sheer viciousness, "afterwards, I’d search through the house for money and jewelry just in case I like something. And then… I suppose I’d wait in your room until you come back."
"Expecting what?"
"Oh my, are we curious today", he laughed at her question, before thinking hard and pulling her against his body, still inside her, "Either to have you against the most expensive furniture or on the dining table."
"On the dining table", she repeated his last words as if she seriously considered that opportunity.
"And enjoying the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Starter, main course, dessert – I’d have all in one."
With an amused smile, he pulled out of her, but noticed the wince she tried to suppress at that movement.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, it’s just", she found herself slightly blushing under his gaze, "I’m sore. Not much, but…"
"Forgive me", he whispered between two loving kisses before his hands sneaked under her dress once more and he pressed one hand gently against her sex. First she writhed beneath his palm, but when he added a little pressure, Seraphine relaxed into his touch that took away some of the dull pain between her legs.
"No, look at me", Erik told her as she tried to divert her gaze at the feeling of one finger slipping inside her. It felt so good to have him touching her that way, and yet it caused her slight unease because she really was sore because of their intense love-making. In an immediate recognition, Erik reacted to her body tensing around him and changed the angle of his hand. It was much easier for him to adjust his movements when he saw the effect of his work shown on her face. And judging by the slight moan that escaped her mouth, she found it most satisfactory what he did to her now. His free hand cupped one of her breasts, but he waited a moment until he rubbed his thumb over the sensitive nipple there. With another moan, Seraphine clung closer to him, arousing only a stronger feeling inside him to pleasure her, thus he claimed her lips with his own between tender words of love. She almost bit down on his tongue when both his hands and the firm body that pressed against hers drove her over the edge as if she had never known an emotion like that before. After a long silence Erik pulled away to gaze into her eyes.
"Better?"
He licked over her lips to emphasize his question, but she found herself unable to raise her voice or do anything else than allowing his tongue in to share a gentle kiss.
"So much for innocence on my behalf", his amused whisper came to her ear.
"I still say you learned that somewhere, Erik."
"And I still tell you I didn’t. Passion seems to the best teacher anyone can find… and I intend to be taught many times."
Seraphine rubbed her cheek against the rough flesh of his face’s right side and felt him shudder at that contact. Another couple of touches, they both knew, and Erik would have her again while she begged for it, oblivious to the slight pain between her legs.
"I better let you go before some part of me decides it wants you once more", he told her with a wink, still regretting that their shared time was about to end.
"I love you, Erik. No matter what I do or where I am – I’ll always be thinking of you."
When she wanted to turn away from him, he pulled her for a last, impassionate kiss to his body that already craved for her again. The longer they stayed like that, the harder it would get to separate, and yet he simply refused to be left alone.
"I wished I could keep you forever", his voice whispered into her ear during a final embrace, making her lock her hands behind his neck to look at him.
"You already own me forever."
"I love you… I always will."
"Erik?"
A shadow fell over her face when she pulled away.
"Promise me you won’t cause similar things to what you did tonight."
"You have my word", he sighed in defeat, "that no harm will be done to anyone or anything. It’s a pity with the chandelier anyway… I loved the look of it."
"You are hopeless."
"I try my very best, love."
"And you did wonderful", she told him with a smile that concerned his former action on her body, receiving a grin from him. Erik knew he was going to especially miss that blissful expression on her face as well as anything else until they would see each other again, and he silently cursed the Ducards forever while feeling their last kiss for a long time.
Almost the whole night, Seraphine lay awake in her new bed, trying to remember every little detail about Erik she had ever noticed. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could see him above her, a smile on his face, his warm hands on her skin, his breath against sensitive parts of her body and those eyes that gazed into her very soul. How she was supposed to live without him for a while was a mystery to her, yet she knew she had to play nicely, pretending she felt homely because her parents would have never been able to understand had she told them the truth. By morning, when the first ray of lights shined through the open curtains of her window showing the Opera, Seraphine finally fell into a peaceful sleep that abducted her into sweet dreams about Erik. And deep beneath the Opera, the Phantom sat at his organ while composing a haunting melody of longing and loneliness, expressing nothing more than the weight of a heavy, aching heart.
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