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Scarred Love	By : Onitsu Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2456 -:- 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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Chapter 5: A Sad Begining....

Everything had been arranged. Christine’s funeral service came and went. Raoul was locked up in the Bastille until he had started screaming about monsters and opera ghosts. Then they transported him to an insane asylum. He is still facing execution.
Erik was broken up over poor Christine’s death. He spent days locked up in his music room composing a requiem fit for his beloved. He barely slept and he wouldn’t have eaten if I hadn’t been there to cook him food and make him stop long enough to get some sustenance. One night I went into the music room with a tray of food only to find him finished and very drunk. A bottle of Absinthe and a small vial of laudanum sat beside him. He was slumped to the ground, propped up only by an overstuffed chair behind him. He gave me a glazed look, tried to get to his feet but fell back into the chair. “Angie! How would you like a drink?” I set down the tray on a nearby stand and sighed. I gathered up the alcohol and put it back in the liquor cabinet and set the laudanum beside it. “Erik, what am I going to do with you?” I shook my head and he started laughing. I looked at him quizzically and he then suddenly stopped dead. “I loved her you know. She was my everything. Even my music seems dull to me now that she is gone.”
I went to his side and put a light hand on his shoulder. “Erik. You mustn’t beat yourself up over this. She died trying to save your life. She probably knew that you would have been able to go on with out her but it wouldn’t have worked reversed. She would have been stuck with Raoul. She may be gone but you still have me Erik, you still have me.” He looked up at me with red ringed eyes. I caressed the side of his masked face and gently removed the piece of ceramic that was blocking me from really seeing him. He jerked back and grabbed my wrist. “Erik, I’ve seen it before. It didn’t really bother me then, and it doesn’t bother me now. Please let me wipe your tears away.” He studied my face and then tentatively let go of my wrist. I laid the mask on the ground next to the chair’s base, took out a handkerchief then patted dry his wet cheeks. He closed his eyes and sighed and seemed to try and nuzzle into my hand. I caressed his naked cheek and laid a soft kiss on his forehead. He moved back and looked into my jade eyes. “You never did tell me why you dress like a man.” I knew that he was going to sometime ask me that question again. I sighed and turned from him. I began un buttoning the dress shirt that I was wearing then pulled it out of my trousers. I turned back to him and his eyes widened then actually filled with pity for me. I pushed down a biting comment and explained what happened after he had left. He sat silent and listened to my tale. I told him what happened while I was tracking him. I told him of people I met that he had affected and of the enemies that he had made that tried to take their hate of him out on me. When I had finished I took his hand and laid it on the twisted flesh of my belly. “This is what was left of me after the skin had healed. So now you know. Now you have seen my deformity. But I ask that you don’t pity me, please?” He looked at me with tears brimming in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. I never knew.”
I sighed again “I know you didn’t. I had forgiven you a long time ago but I still would like to know why you let me live. Why didn’t you just kill me and save me from this misery?” He was crying again and shook his head. ”I couldn’t. I just couldn’t kill you. You were the only person at the time that had cared about me. You didn’t treat me like a freak. You were kind and gentle towards me. I cherished that more than anything and the thought of losing you then. . . “ He gazed up at my face while tears flowed freely down his sunken cheeks. I wrapped my arms around him and held him fast while great choking sobs wracked his body and he clung to me like I was the last thing keeping him afloat in a sea of darkness. I rubbed small circles on his back. I realized that he had loved me. That’s why he couldn’t have bared my death. That’s why he couldn’t let me die.
Years of hate, bitterness and contempt seemed to be lifted from my soul. He had loved me. Now another question was plaguing me ‘does he love me still?’ I gently pushed him away and laid my hands on his cheeks. “Erik? Erik…Did you love me then?” He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded “Do you love me still?” He opened his eyes and looked at me with a startled expression. I rested my forehead against his “We are kindred spirits you and I. We are both old lonely monsters that don’t belong amongst the normal day going folk. We are both killers, both thieves and both convinced that no sane person could ever love us.” I pulled back and gazed deeply into his eyes smiled “But God knows that neither of us is the most stable person in the world.” He chuckled.
I reached down and retrieved his mask, leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. I moved to replace the mask when he grabbed me roughly and kissed me full out. I was taken by surprise but melted into his embrace. My shirt was still undone and his hands found their way underneath it to caress the still smooth flesh of my back. Well, aside from a few scars it was still smooth. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him tighter to me. He pulled me onto his lap, our lips never parted. His hands were now tracing the slight burns on my collar bone and his hands went to my back again. I felt him trying to figure out how to undo the wrappings around my torso. I drew back and undid two tucked in ends and the wrappings came loose. He then carefully undid the linen and dropped them to the side of the chair. He caressed the side of my ruined breasts and his lips kissed them tenderly. He lightly flicked my nipple with his tongue and I gasped, His mouth descended and ravenously licked kissed and sucked at my breasts. I had no idea that my flesh was still that sensitive. He pulled away and I started to un button his shirt. I exposed his pale skin and darted in to nip the bend of his neck I heard him sigh as I nipped and sucked his neck then traveled down and kissed the hollow of his collar bone. I then went back up and kissed him again. My tongue flicked his bottom lip, pleading for entrance. He granted it and I explored him and he kissed me back with a passionate intensity that startled me. I drew back for air and slid off of the chair. I helped him stand and slipped his shirt off as he did with me. I kissed him again and pressed myself to him. I guess that the feel of my bare flesh against him was very arousing because he moaned low in his throat and I could feel his erection pressing against my abdomen. I felt my lower regions tightening with arousal and he picked me up suddenly. While kissing me he made his way through his home and came to his room. He opened the door and laid me on his bed while still kissing me. I only had a moment but noticed that his bed was a coffin. And yet it was large enough for two to fit comfortably with elbow room. I felt his weight on top of me and he then kissed me ravenously. I reached down and tried to undo his trousers. He brought a hand down and helped me, he then undid mine. I helped him remove the hampering clothing and he laid his hard smoothness in the hollow of my thigh. I arched to meet him but then pushed him to one side and rolled him over. I straddled his hips and rubbed my hot wet sex on his hard erection. He moaned threw his head back, and bucked against me. I leaned in and kissed him lightly and let my kisses trail down his cheek and down his neck. His breath quickened and I bit down softly on his neck. I reached down and grasped his hard shaft he bucked against my hand and I carefully positioned him for entrance. I leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Gently, I’m still a virgin.” He nodded and I lowered myself on him. He felt so big. It filled me up, I felt it hit a barrier and hesitated He pulled me down to kiss him and while our lips met he plunged past that barrier. I screamed against him and he then began a slow rhythm, in, out, in, out. The pain of my walls breaking slowly faded and a wave of heat started to spread through my body, starting at my groin. I moaned deeply and his rhythm intensified. His hands were on my hips and I bucked above him. I leaned over and kissed him and he then took that opportunity to flip me over onto my back and he was on top. In control. He pounded into me furiously and I moaned and writhed under him. My nails raked down his back. As I felt my body tighten he thrust a few more times into me and I felt the world explode into a million tiny stars. Moments later I felt him stay thrust deeply into me as his hot seed spilled into me. He collapsed on top of me and I held him as our heartbeats and breathing returned to normal. I half laughed “Who would have thought that we’d end up like this.” He pulled out and propped himself up on his elbows. I pushed a lock of hair from his face and kissed him. “Erik, I do believe that I may love you.” He caressed my cheek with the back of his knuckles and kissed me. “I do believe that I love you too.”
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