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Scarred Love	By : Onitsu Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Down once more....

I arrived back in Paris the next day. I was preparing for my journey into Erik’s domain when a knock came at the door to my small hotel room. I answered it and was taken aback by the sight of Christine at my doorstep. I gestured her in and she pulled back the hood of her cloak fully. "Madame, what are you doing here?" She blushed slightly and softly said "You left without finding out how to use the key or how to get to the lake safely. I would feel just awful to find out that you got killed because of my negligence." I sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. "No, it fear would have been my negligence ma cherie for not saying around to listen. I was foolish and I was angry. I feared that if I stayed any longer that I might hurt your love. And I try not to harm fragile things like you." I trailed a finger down her cheek with a small smile. I loaded a small bag with candles a vial of extra oil for my lantern, rope, and a flint and steel incase I need to light one of the candles. With Christine at my side and the key to Erik’s house in my pocket we were good to go. On the way to the entrance of the Rue Scribe I talked to my guide. "Wasn’t your husband adverse to you coming along?" Christine nodded and had a guilty look to her face. "I left in the night to follow you. He may figure out where I am but hopefully by that time I will be on my way home after seeing you safely to Erik." I fell quiet but I smiled warmly at her. Maybe she was stronger than I thought. Maybe.
We arrived in the late afternoon and slipped inconspicuously into the shaded ways of the passage. We proceeded and the light faded around us. I lit my lantern to see in the dismal darkness. Truthfully I didn't need it but I didn't really want Christine stumbling about in pitch darkness. She led the way though and we proceeded through twists and turns in the labyrinthine catacombs beneath the Parisian streets. Unbeknownst to Christine, we were being followed. I had concluded that the person that was doing the following couldn't have been Erik. They were sloppy about it. I was surprised that Christine hadn’t heard them as well. I shrugged and continued until she had stopped short in front of a vast lake. She turned to me "We are deep below the opera house now. Erik's home lies over the lake, this is as far as I dare go." I nodded in understanding but we both jumped as we heard a melodious voice coming from the shadows "Betraying me once again Christine?" Both of us spun to see a figure of a man step into the dim light of my lantern. "Erik." She whispered with fright, and took a step behind me. I glanced at her and took a step forward. "Well judging by my companion's reaction you must be Erik?" He raised his chin and glared at me. "And who might you be monsieur." I smirked; he didn’t seem to suspect that I was female. Perfect.
"I am Angelo Reynard monsieur. And I mean you no harm. I just need to resolve something." He crossed his arms over his chest and had a bemused look to his eyes. His cloak folded around him like dark wings making him look ominous. I almost laughed out loud; I had seen that particular trick before years ago. Christine then stepped out from around me "Erik, please don’t be angry. I brought, him, here because he claimed to have been looking for you for years." He glanced at me and I nodded. I took out a very decorative ring that the khoum had given me years ago I tossed it at him and he caught it deftly in one gloved hand he looked it over "It belonged to that bitch back in Persia." He looked at me with wide eyes "She would have sent her regards but I'm afraid that she came to an untimely end." he gave me a small smile. "She's dead?" I shrugged and made a gesture towards the ceiling "She is with Allah now. And she met him with a permanent smile." I made the gesture of cutting my throat with my finger and his smile widened. "So you have had the pleasure of meeting her eh?" "Unfortunately." Then it struck me I had one more thing for him. I took out an odd shaped spring connected to a hooked piece of metal. I held it out for him. "I do believe this is yours?" He stepped forward and took it from my hand and inspected it. Recognition dawned in his eyes and he glanced at me. "Quite an ingenious device you made, it nearly did me in. I lasted a whole day in there. She threw me in when she found out that I had been asking about your whereabouts. I felt like a piece of jerked meat when they took me out." He almost looked slacked jawed but instantly regained his composure. "I am impressed. The longest I saw anyone survive the room was only for 4 hours." I smiled "You didn’t stick around long enough then. I arrived only 6 months after you had left." He also shrugged "I had overstayed my welcome." I grinned. "Persians, one moment they love you, the next they want to behead you." He chuckled and it seems that we had a moment of perfect understanding. I looked at Christine whom seemed quite lost I lightly placed a hand on her shoulder "My dear. I think that we will be alright from here. You best be off before your husband goes out to find you." She nodded and approached Erik. "It was good to see you again. I . . . missed you." He gently took her hand and laid the barest of kisses on it. In the light I saw that her cheeks were wet when suddenly she lunged forward and embraced him. Her small form shook from her silent tears I could hear muffled sorries from her. She was buried in his chest as he smoothed her hair and spoke calming words. She came back for air and said in choked sobs continued apologizing "I’m so sorry Erik. I should have stayed here with you. You don't know what it's like now." I rolled my eyes as Christine lamented on how Raoul had been treating her I tuned her out a bit and my hearing picked up faint foot steps in the distance. I believe that our pursuer had finally caught up with us. I looked up and spoke in Romany to Erik. ”Someone followed us. Erik, Be prepared." He looked up at me and I think that he was about to ask how I knew the language of the gypsies but he didn’t get the chance because Raoul burst into view. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY WIFE YOU MONSTER!" Christine jumped and half screamed. Erik moved her behind him and glared daggers at the intruding man whom had been abusing his little angel. I piped up "It seems that she is more afraid of her new husband than of you Erik. Truthfully I think that you are much more frightening but this foppish imbecile obviously doesn’t seem to understand that." Raoul looked at me "YOU! You were in league with him I know it. It was all a plot to take MY Christine from me!" He was obviously mad with jealousy. I wouldn’t have felt too sad if I had to kill him. Raoul brought up his arm and in his hand was a revolver. Christine had peeked out from behind Erik and saw it. Raoul pulled the trigger while Christine grabbed Erik and shoved him to one side. The shot that came from the gun was deafening and Christine crumpled to the ground. The gun fell out of his hand and he fell to his knees. Erik rushed to Christine's side and held her close. The bullet had taken her through the right lung. Blood oozed out of the wound with each beat of her heart. Her eyes fluttered half open and she put a hand up to Erik's cheek. I could barely hear her as she whispered "Je'taime mon ange." She coughed blood and shuttered then lay still. Erik laid her down softly and turned to Raoul whom was still on the ground staring at Erik in shock. I think that if looks really could kill he wouldn’t be dead; he'd be writhing in agony on the floor. The look that Erik was giving him held nothing of death, and everything of pain. I almost pity Raoul. Almost.
You'd be surprised what you can live through. Erik picked Raoul up by the lapels and slammed him into the nearest wall. I winced. "You have killed the only woman to show me true love!" He hissed. Raoul seemed to be coming out of his shock because his gaze shifted from Christine’s lifeless body to Erik’s enraged face you could see the terror dawning in his eyes. Erik reached up and ripped off his mask, forgetting that I was even here in his rage. He then wrapped his hands around the young man’s throat. “This monsieur is what she saw past She saw the man behind the demonic visage. She was the only one that has ever actually cared for me!” I flinched internally on that note. When he was at my camp I was the only one that showed him compassion. I was the only one that tried to protect him from the other children when they were trying to stone him. I had actually begun to love him, then the accident had happened and he left.
“Erik, that’s not true. One other loved you.” He looked over his shoulder, the rage was still apparent over his face. I now had gotten to see it fully a few scars had been added but not much has changed. “What did you say?” I looked up into his dark eyes “I said. One other loved you. But you abandoned her.” He had basically strangled Raoul into unconsciousness and let the young man drop to the ground. He stormed towards me. “What do you know of me and my life. YOU KNOW NOTHING! I have never even met you before! YOU DON’T KNOW ME!” He was inches away from me and I felt his chest heaving with the effort to not strike at me. I nodded and took one step back. “You’re right. I don’t know the Erik of now. The Erik I knew was a boy dressed in rags whom huddled in a cage but eventually made flowers sing and ladies faint in the aisles.” I took a step towards him and he backed up a step. He looked like had just been slapped. “The Erik I knew brewed medicine that saved children who still taunted and jeered at him. The Erik I knew had a demon’s face but the voice of an angel and a mind that is decades ahead of its time. The Erik I knew ran to my side and put out my smoldering body and carried me to safety and healed my twisted flesh.” His eyes widened “It can’t be. Angelique? Is that really you? I thought you were dead.” I quirked a smile at him “I am very much alive.” I put a hand on the ruined part of his face and traced the thin white lines of scars “You are a bit older but you still look like how I remember you.” He jerked back and swooped down to retrieve his mask from where it had fallen. He put it in place with practiced ease then turned to face me. “Why do you look like a man though?” I smiled and shrugged “It’s a long story. But I think we should take care of the bodies before we sit down and have a nice cup of tea.” He looked at Christine then at Raoul. “You’re right. I want Raoul dead. But I want him to suffer too.” I smiled wickedly. “Time has taught me how to be quite ruthless. Do you remember the mixture that caused paralysis but didn’t kill?” He nodded “Well then you paralyze him and we bury him but I suggest making a special tube that leads from his coffin up to the surface that will let him have air but people will not be able to hear him if he yells.” Erik nodded again “Slow starvation? But what if it rains? The coffin will fill with water and he will drown.” I shrugged. “And the problem is?” Then it hit me. “We could have him live with the knowledge that he killed Christine and that she loved a supposed monster instead of pretty little thing like him. He can think about it while he is rotting in the Bastille waiting for his execution.” Erik nodded “That idea does have merit. I’ll make the arrangements for her burial.” “And I’ll arrange for his incarceration.” We then shook hands and the preparations began.
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