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Three Spirits	By : BellaLaura Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Crossovers Views: 3437 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was my turn now to stand as a stone, frozen in place, in near disbelief at his words.

“I said leave woman! Go!” His anger was formidable indeed, but I had not come here to lose again.

“I can’t leave...”

“Oh I assure you it is most simple....take the damned lantern and return the way you came!”

“It isn’t...”

I cannot adequately describe the sound Erik emitted then, it overwhelmed the crack of the lantern as his booted foot sent it into the nearest wall. We were sent back into the darkness, in our surroundings and our spirits.

“It isn’t what?“ I heard the crunch of shattered glass under his boots as he stalked closer, at the edge of any sort of control then. “It isn’t enough to emasculate me once and leave for your life of happiness in the sunlight with your golden haired prince? What kind of sadist would do that again...even to a monster?”

The deep breath I took was of no use, the damned cellars still full of nothing but damp and rot. He would rot by staying here, just as I would by remaining in the de Chagney home. Prisons, death sentences (even those self imposed ones) come in many forms. Was it too late for freedom, for redemption? Before I had another moment, either to contemplate or speak, my wrist was encircled in that iron grasp.

Erik pulled me through the darkness to stand before him once again, I felt the trembling of ill contained fury radiating from him. “Is that your purpose, little Delilah? To make me hope, to believe again and again, until you finally decide to destroy me?”

“Erik let me explain...”

“What is there to possibly explain? Your little charade has already taken its toll upon me,” At this he pulled my hand to him, sliding it from his chest downward to the front of his trousers. He hissed as my hand came into contact with the damp material. “Another way to torture the animal? Prove that he isn’t enough of a man? Well my dear you certainly succeeded.”

“Succeeded?“ I gave up trying to remain calm, for although dear friend I was willing to shoulder my share of the blame for the things that went wrong, I would be damned if I was going to be accused that everything-present situation included- was my fault entirely.

Consequences be damned...

“You son of a bitch!” My voice certainly didn’t have the qualities of a soprano when raised in anger. “Shall we talk of deception and lies... of impostors and fraud? You, yes you!...are the one who chose to masquerade as an angel, as a ghost, as anything but a man!”

“How dare you...”

“How dare I what Erik? Tell the truth? That the story my father told me came true? Except that the angel was jealous, vengeful....I admit I was wrong for taking your mask that night...but what frightened me was not what was beneath that white leather...but the rage within you! One moment you ask me to trust you...to touch you...I do and I am cursed to burn in hell!”

“You little...”

My anger was so riled now I cut him off. “What Erik? What curse do you care to throw at me now? I am sure you have spared me none since that night, but remember a student is the reflection of the teacher and I can say I have learned from the master!”

“You needed little training in the area of deceit, but you always were wanting to be entertained. I hope you have enjoyed the evening’s amusement.” Erik threw my hand away from him as he turned in the darkness.

“I find the truth to be far from amusing Erik, but it is all I have.”

“Indeed? Then forget the truth and go back to your world of light and aristocrats.”

“I cannot. It is not my world any longer.”

“And you expect sympathy? Is that why you venture here? Poor Erik is fool enough to help until someone better comes along again. I hate to tell you my dear, but patrons returning to the Opera Populaire seems a distant prospect.”

The darkness was the only thing that stopped my fists from trying to make contact with him. Instead I clenched my jaw to the point of near pain before countering, “I do not give a damn about any patrons or about this tomb you have chosen to crawl into and die.”

My anxious steps closed the short distance between us, but I refrained from touching him, hoping instead that he would meet me halfway and turn around. I should not have had my expectations so high. I spoke to his back instead.

“You’re a stubborn bastard Erik and a bigger fool than I if you think that my purpose in coming back was to humiliate, torture, or pity you.” I was sure that the pounding of my heart was audible to him, I certainly was aware of every pulse point in my body, the cadence hammering as I prepared to admit all.

“Maybe it is I who play the roll of the fool. What sane woman would have such a man be the one to consume her thoughts? One who takes away all her sense, and makes her wish for it to never return, one who pushes and demands more than she believed she had to give. The truth Erik is that you, not your face, frightened me. Overnight I went from having a demanding, invisible tutor to a flesh and blood man who made me feel and want things I had never imagined. I make no excuses for my mistakes Erik, but that night I chose to stay, I would have stayed with you, and certainly not out of pity. You sent me away...”

“You returned the ring...”

“You had already told me to leave...’

“And I am telling you again...leave Christine.

Again... those words...but this time there was no mob pressing doom upon us, no ones life hanging in the immediate balance and still...the same words. Perhaps the ghosts were wrong...love cannot conquer everything....not for one who has never understood what love meant. Perhaps the closest thing he understood was his passion for music, and at least I might channel that into a proper goodbye.

“Erik...I love you.”

TBC
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