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Erik's Angel of Darkness	By : PhantomPhreak Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 1560 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: This souly for fanfiction purposes... I do not claim any rights to Monsieur's Leroux's "character" (and I use that termonology of "character" in quotations, and EXTREMELY LIGHTLY, because I for one think that Erik is real, very real... Even to date where his very Spirit still haunts the catacombs of the Garnier - Opera Populaire - in Paris). The character is Katherine is myself, and call me raving mad... But I PERSONALLY FEEL, AND BELIEVE that everyone is reincarnated as another being... I, personally feel a VERY STRONG connection to Erik... Meaning that I was perhaps once Christine Daae, herself. Call it the making of good Fanfiction, but this came from my very heart, and the very depths of my soul when I wrote this... And, I am still writing this... It is a fanfiction that I hope to one day have published as an Fictional Autobiography, possibly the hardest genera to break into nowadays; for it is growing more and more populare. The majority of this is quite true... Although I do not own a chateau in Paris, my parents are reluctantly alive, I still live with them unfourtantly at 23, and they are not multi-millionairs via an inherritance from my parents on my father's side. I only write this... Because I STRONGLY WISH at times that they were dead. *HUnts around for her Punjab lasso* ;) ;) *Sigh* but a girl can dream... Can she not??? (And yes, just in case you are wondering, I am a devout Catholic... Well at least trying to be one... Converted this past Easter of '05, my parents are both mocrobiologist, my mother really did drop out, and my father did in fact become a PhD.... And I DO INFACT have it as bad and in some cases even worse as "Katherine" does in my Fanfiction/ Autobiography).

Plese review!!! ALL questions and comments along with any critquiting is very welcoming!!! Even a healthy doseage of critrism is welcome.

Thank you!!!

Katherine Taylor (AKA ChristineDaae/ CromsonRose)
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“Erik!” A silent echo in the wilderness of the black of my room, as I awoke with a start. The only light was a candelabra that I forgot to snuff out before I fell asleep that evening. Even in the dawning of the new Millennium, I felt that my heart and soul were very much apart of the 1800’s. I glanced over at the clock over on my parent’s master bedroom mantelpiece. I inherited this house the moment they past on to eternal life… “Hopefully I’ll see them burn in the deepest, blackest, fiery pit of hell, where even Lucifer, Satan wouldn’t grant them any mercy for their bold, hellish acts towards me.” I remember thinking to myself.

The chateau that I lived in now, redecorated to my taste… A taste that they parents thoroughly questioned right before they both past on, my mother’s heart finally got the best of her, my father, who was a chronic smoker for twenty years, up until the point when I was first conceived, had his cancer catch up with him. He had stage four lung cancer. They felt that the very least they could do for me, is let me inherit their chateau in France. They inherited it from their parents, along with any left over servants, and the family’s fortune. I had sent them all away for the evening, paying then handsomely for their well deserved time off. It was the very least they could do, my parents for granting and blessing me with such a blessing as the servants that catered to me...It was the very least that I could do to grant them some time off.

I had always wanted to live right outside of Paris; a lifelong yearning within my very heart, now blessed by the very gratitude of the blessing of my parents passing. I sighed, and called out to Erik once again.

Then, once again, I slowly turned to my head back over and faced the fireplace mantel to the right of me. Barely, I could make out the time on the antique French clock. It read nine o’clock exactly.

“I am here, Mon Cherie… I am here.” His golden brown eyes glisten as he approaches me.

I slowly turned my gaze to see him; his lavish, muscular, full figure forum enticing me.

He sat upon my queen size antique French canopy bed, and I slowly began to weep.

“Why the tears, my child?” Erik whispers. His deep baritone voice resonated seductively within my ear.

“I have been waiting and wanting this moment since God knows how long! Erik, my Angel…” I break into compulsive silent sobs.

He leaned me back, and kisses my forehead.

“Shh, child. There is no need for tears, any longer. I am here, and will never leave or forsake you.”

I sat up, and inched my way over to where he sat. I then placed my head upon his shoulder, placing a hand upon his white mask. I feel him shudder internally, but only slightly. I gaze within his golden brown eyes, and as almost as an instinct, he took my head within my hands, and tilts it up to his malformed lips. I became lost within the man who has come to claim me again, as his own… As he did so long ago, and so far away.

Upon release, Erik gazed within my crystal blue eyes for a brief moment. He then leaned over, and whispers harshly within my ear, “It’s been many years since I have last seen you, my precious child. Almost a century and a half.”

“I know, and I want to relive that night that I first gave you my soul…” I said warmly, and slowly inched my hand up his muscular chest, and his neck. With another kiss, I released, and slowly and gingerly removed his ebony fedora, then slowly, his mask.

“I have almost forgotten what you look like without your mask, Erik.” I whispered.

“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” Erik questioned, sardonically.

I shook my head. “No, it isn’t, my true Angel. I just wished that I could remember what true, pure beauty looked like.” I smiled.

I placed my hand upon his deformity, and traced every inched of mauled skin, as if it were to be the last time that I would ever see my beloved Erik. He took my hand from his face, and placed it upon his breast. Heart was racing. I cocked my head in question.

“What is it, Angel?”

“I… It’s been quite sometime, Katherine.” Erik said, a little concerned.

“Does that really matter, now?” I coyly questioned.

Erik shook his head, solemnly. “I guess what matters, now is that we are reunited once again.”

I smiled warmly, and unhinged his ebony cloak, pushing it off of his shoulders.

“Are you sure about this, Katherine, my child?” Erik said, hinting concern within his voice.

I nodded a slow, single nod, as I slowly began to unbutton his dress shirt. His body was perfect, but then again, so was his face. Pushing his dress shirt off of his shoulders, he drew me into a rapture of another kiss, and instructed me to stand before him. I obediently obeyed. He stood, and slowly he inched my white sheer silken nightgown off, revealing to him a body long since forgotten, but only remembered vaguely in his dreams.

“I have almost forgotten what you look like, Katherine.” Erik smiled.

He sat back on my bed, and unlaced his boots, then gingerly removed them. He took me gently by the hands, and sat me down on my bed. I inched my way underneath my white silken sheets, and he was soon to follow.

He, at first cradled me, a look of question swept over his eyes, once again.

“Are you sure you want this, Katherine? I do not want to hurt you.”

I nodded once again my slow, single nod.

He leaned me over, and I felt his manhood against my stomach. Erik enraptured me in another passionately filled kiss, then released.

“This will only burn for a brief moment. Then it will be all over. I would never intentionally hurt you.” Erik warmly whispered to me, as he positioned himself over me.

A slight burning, bursting sensation, and then it was all over. Passion unlike any other passion erupted within me. There have been many a time that I have pleasured myself, but nothing compared, nor prepared me for this moment. Never within my wildest fantasies did I ever fathom this moment to ever happen.

He was slow in his strides, gentle in taking great care for whom and what I was. It was as if Destiny, itself planned this… We climaxed together. Our bodies, and now our souls were reunited as one once again.

With our passion play at its final curtain, Erik collapsed within my shoulder, and he, himself began to silently weep. He slowly rolled off top of me, and I snuggled close within his arms, wrapped in a cocoon of his loving embrace.

He looked down at me, and immediately apologized for his tears.

“I understand completely, Erik… I understand.” I said, looking up at him, and caressing his mauled portion of his face.

“How can you understand?” Erik questioned, rather coldly, looking up at me.

“As you have come to know throughout the years that you have watched over me, I have my share of physical scaring, as well as my share of emotional and psychological.” I said, leaning over Erik, and brushing away the last of his tears.

“I see. What is in your past that haunts you so?” Erik gently coaxed.

“There are just some secrets that are best left unrevealed, Erik.” I slyly said.

“Than how can I be your loving, caring, protecting Angel, if you do not reveal them to me, so as I may perchance help you? Angels do not know everything, you know?” Erik questioned in loving concern.

I smiled warmly down at Erik. “You really want to know, don’t you?”

Erik nodded a slow, single nod.

“I want to help you as best as I possibly can, Katherine.” Erik said, once again hinting that same concern that he had just before the act of our devoted love.

I sighed. “As you wish, my devoted Angel…

“For starters, my parents didn’t completely understand me, nor my needs.” I continued.

“I got that impression the moment that you first called out to me. I have been watching you from afar, as you have stated, and realize what hell you must have lived in. Please continue.”

“But do you know the extent of exactly what their damage that they did to me was?” I gently questioned.

Erik solemnly shook his head.

“I am about to touch on some rather tender subjects… Some on my behalf, others might strike hard chords within your memories. I do want to apologize for this up front... You understand that a mother only wants the very best for their child?”

“I would not know.” Erik solemnly said.

“I understand that you didn’t have the best of relationships with your mother, but then again, neither did I. I was a mere child when the abuse began. At first, the abuse was psychical. I may be within your eyes, and within your heart a reincarnated version of your beloved Christine Daae, but only in physical forum… Mentally, I have changed.

“How?” This distinctly perplexed my beloved Angel, Erik… Quite the rare thing for the genius way above all other geniuses.

“For starters, I haven’t the singing voice as your beloved Christine Daae once did…”

“That doesn’t really matter… You understand that no one is perfect.”

I nodded. “But, also, Erik… Also, mentally, I am a total and complete mess.”

“How so?”

“There are, as you know, some things that not even a mother can undo with a profuse apology… Some things that she along with a father takes to their grave as an eternal begrudge. No matter how hard that she tried, her apologies had grown cold, even to the point of her lying upon her deathbed. Sure, as a extremely moderately raised Catholic, one of the main things that I was taught was that you can forgive the person for being human, but you cannot, no matter how hard you try, forgive them for years of unnecessary damage. My parent both personified this via the transgressions towards me.

“With my mother, her abuse grew to become psychological… As it does in most cases when the child is abused in a psychical forum. I have even been institutionalized for certain behaviors that I wouldn’t have contributed to, if they only were just the slightest bit wiser in their actions; their transgressions towards me.

“Even up until their very passing, Erik, they would ‘quote’ the Bible out of sheer frustrated anger, thinking all the while that, ‘Well, maybe if we use Biblical tactics on her, she might come to the very realization that the Bible actually means something!’ It just doesn’t work if you quote the Bible out of sheer anger. One can die out of sheer rage frustrated anger from that alone.”

“I am living proof of that… But you already knew that, Katherine.” Erik said as he stroked my little below shoulder length auburn hair.

“My parents both were of a scientific mind,” I continued. “Raising me with not only faith, but mainly with facts and figures. They were both microbiologist. My father a PhD, the other a college drop out. They felt that Religion wasn’t something to have forced upon as a child. I… I wished that I was raised better with a more concrete belief in God, and Jesus Christ, even to date.”

I hung my head in complete and utter disgust. Erik rolled me over, and lifted my head to his lips by placing an index finger underneath my chin.

“Shh, child. I am here… There is nothing that they can do to harm you any longer, Katherine. Even though they might haunt you with their torment memories that left callous scars upon your very heart and soul to the point where you bleed at times through remembrance, you now are safe with me.” He said, embracing me in another passionately filled kiss.

“You know for damn sure that God does indeed choose favorites, do you not Erik?” I stated the question rather than asked it.

Erik nodded, very solemnly. “He has definitely shown that with me… But why would He say that about you? You have chosen out of your free will to give your soul willingly to a God that I cannot ever learn to love… Even though you are a foreigner in a strange land so far away from where you come from in America, I still see you trot off like an obedient sheep obeying the every command from her Shepard, if you pardon the Biblical reference.”

I chuckled. “I don’t, my Angel. Besides, I feel more of a completeness when I’m with you.”

I cocked my head ever so slightly, and brushed my hand across his mauled face.

“Can I ask you a question, Erik?”

“What is it, my child?”

“Why do you feel that the God that I have chosen to believe in has forsaken you, Erik…? I have read many a book on the theory of the life you have led… But what boggles me the most is why you were also raised as a devout Catholic, but came to the same realization that I have come to when I was but a mere adolescent. What made you not want to go back, Erik?”

I immediately hung my head in disgust, in the realization of how deeply my questioning must have cut Erik’s very soul; for I felt rather than saw him slightly wince.

“My sincerest apologies for prying at you like that, my Angel. I should have known better than to have pried.”

“There is no harm, done, Katherine… But I would rather not reveal my secrets to you as of just yet. Tonight is all on you. I want to listen to what you have to share about all those years that we were not together; all those years that you were slandered, and abused psychologically by your supposedly unconditionally loving, caring parents.” Erik smiled. When he smiled that night, I knew that I have found my true soul mate.

“In time, I will share you what there is to be told about my life… But again, not tonight.” Erik continued, as he smiled warmly at me, and embraced me once more. His kiss sending internal icy warm chills coursing through my veins. He then inched his way up, and propped himself on the lavish down throw pillows; I too followed, and placed my head upon his broad muscular chest, hearing his heart still racing from the act of love that we shared with each other when our souls reunited earlier that evening. I looked up at him, and caressed his mauled, mangled flesh that made the right side of his face.
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