A/N: Yes, I know, it sounds incredibly strange. But just give it a chance, please. It's a little...unusual. But I think it'll turn out pretty good.
Now, for the things you hate to hear:
This is not Erik/Christine, Raoul/Christine or even Erik/Raoul. Yes, it is the dreaded Erik/Another woman. Please, keep reading. Just read the story and let me know if you didn't like it (just no flames, please).
This is a Mary-Sue. I am humble enough to admit it. But don't go away just yet, please. It may not be your normal Mary-Sue. Anyway, it's worth it just to see this Erik, of whom gave me nightmares. This is based off a roleplay my friend and I have been playing for a while. Just to give you a small idea, she took some inspiration for this Erik from Hannibal Lecter in the movies Red Dragon, Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal. My friend who played Erik is Vampiress787. I'm writing the fanfic version, but without her there would be no story. So half the credit goes to her.
Another thing you won't want to hear: There will be many a flashback in this fanfic. But I promise to make it worth your while, or at least make it up to you. Writing fanfic is much different then roleplaying...I can't just /tell/ you what happened. I have to /show/ you.
Also, it'll be a bit awkward writing certain parts, since I'm not certain WHAT was going through Erik's head at times, but I promise to do my best.
I realize that at times certain relationships or backgrounds may seem confusing. I apologize. It's just that sometimes it seemed the characters were telling ME their background, rather then ME deciding it.
Also as a warning: I use many different song lyrics in this story. It is only because I used the songs in the game and some of them greatly changed what happened, and I don't know if any of the others may have changed anything. So I'm keeping most of them. So there.
Another thing: I'm not certain if I want to edit the content of this. Thing is, some things can pass in roleplaying that can't in fanfiction. If you want the full, unedited version let me know. If you'd rather have it a bit more on the realistic side, please let me know. Thank you.
The full genre: Horror, Suspense, Drama and Romance.
Rating: Rated R not only for some creepy-acting Erik, along with other creepiness. It's also R for mention of rape, implication of rape, discussing rape...you get the idea. Also R for violence and dark themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera. Gaston Leroux does, and I refuse to believe anyone who says so otherwise.
One last note: My writing style in this is a little...different. Let's just call it 'original'.
NOVEMBER 20TH, 1881
At first, the only thing she was aware of was darkness. But then she was able to use her other senses. Smell: the smell enough made her feel like she was going to be sick. The scent of filth, of molding walls and rotting flesh and rancid water. Taste: She tasted a horrible bitter taste in her painfully dry mouth, and also the almost sweet taste of blood. Hearing; she heard the steady sound of water dripping; of rats' claws on a stone floor; of chains softly clinking. Feel; She could feel the muscles in her legs getting weaker, ready to give; She could feel sharp pain in her back and the cold and rough surface of a brick wall behind her; of overwhelming pain as the raw flesh of her wrists and ankles brushed against the metal of her restraints. She felt the cold that chilled her to her bones, and made her feel as though she had been thrust into icy water. And finally, Sight: As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see a small wooden chair in front of her; and little further, metal bars. She was inside a small cage. As her eyes grew more adjusted, she could see that she might have been in some sort of sewer, and that a tunnel stretched ahead of her.
Then, she felt a new sensation: Unendurable pain, but not physical pain. Emotional pain. Tears fell from her eyes, and she suddenly could not draw breath.
As a child, she had crawled into her sisters' bed to escape from nightmares. Now that she was an adult, there was nowhere to escape to.
"No..." it barely came out as a hoarse whisper, yet to her it may as well have been a scream. All she could see were images...memories. A gun aimed at her head. Then aimed behind her. Blood, screams, tears. A horrible chill. Guilt. She couldn't have simply kept silent; she couldn't have let it just happen. No, she had to say something. And now, now, because of that, her beloved sister, dead. Blaming eyes following her. Angry, hurt eyes. Rough hands pulling her away from a still body, dragging her into the night air. Being forced into a carriage. Darkness.
She snapped back into reality as she saw a dark figure in front of her and heard the click of a lock. The door to her cage squeaked open-her cage. Like a bird in a cage.
The figure slowly moved into the cage, then closed the door behind it. Locked the door, and tossed the key to another dark figure standing behind it. The first figure unlocked her restraints, first her ankles, then her wrists. She collapsed to the floor. The skin on her wrists and ankles was red and blistered, and bleeding. How long had she hung there?
"So." said a cool, dark voice beside her. It paused, an awful silence that seemed to last forever. What was about to happen? What was he going to say? Was he going to kill her, or worse?
"So." It said again. "Ready to play, dolly?"
RubyMoon's Secret Place:
RubyMoon: I couldn't simply do away with my ending authors' notes. But I promise to keep them mostly sane this time. Anyway. I seem to have a bad habit of writing short prologues (see PhantomessAbigail's and my fanfic, Appearances). Strange. Anyway, I took a jab at the date. It's supposed to be two days after Christine was kidnapped by Erik (the final time...and going by the Gaston Leroux book, I suppose...in a way). I would try to figure out a more exact date, but I don't have any of my books with my right now and I can't upload this at home (no internet anymore). And I can't wait until I bring my books over here, because by that time this computer may be gone. And I don't have any discs to save it on. So, if anyone has any suggestions for a more exact date, I would be more then happy to hear it. Thank you. Please review (criticism welcomed, flames not). Ja Ne!