Title: As Speech Disappears Into Silence

Author: LittleLottexoxEriksTrueAngel

Chapter: One: Prologue/Cure

Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom Of The Opera…no matter how much I wish I did!

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Chapter One, Part One-Prologue: Silence

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Silence

Nothing but silence filled the room in which I now resided. Silence reverberated off the walls of this dark room…reverberated in my soul. It seemed like the darkness would overcome and consume me at any moment.

It was the strangest sensation.

The barriers of trust had been broken after my one, stupid mistake.

And my body ached. I knew that he would punish me for my infidelity. For -whether I liked it or not – I belonged to him and nothing would ever change that. I was his and his alone.

I stared at him with eyes wide with fear yet he remained unmoving before me. His green eyes, staring with his piercing gaze, examined my shivering body. Nothing I could or would ever do would make up for what I had done tonight. The look in his eyes told me that much. Whatever punishment, and yes I knew that I would be punished, he had in store for me would not even begin to make up for my foolish actions.

And foolish my actions were. I had betrayed him because I loved him – how strange does that statement sound in this situation? – And yet, it was true. I did not understand my feelings…they frightened me beyond my wildest dreams. How could I love this man? I was sure I would never be able to love a man such as he, but I did. And I realized it at the worst possible moment. I realized it as I slid out of my hiding place and to the ground before him, tears spilling over the rims of my eyelids. I realized it when he yanked me off the ground by the hair, dragging me with him. I realized it as he threw me into the carriage that would take me back to what I believed would truly now become my prison. I loved him as he dragged me into his home and toward a room that I had never before entered. I loved him as he threw me into his room…

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Chapter One, Part Two: Cure

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Erik watched the helpless girl from the shadows. He knew that she would never find someone who would be able to help her and he would wait. Wait to the last possible moment…when she was hopeless and desperate, before he would make his move. Yes, it would be any minute now.

The last doctor she had hired exited the small, old home. The man concealed by shadows smirked. Soon after he watched the young girl walk out the door and sink to her knees before the house. She was sobbing. Her cries filled the quiet night with despair. She thought that there was no way to save the one person in the world that she had left...the one person that she cared about most in this world…the one person that she would do anything for…

But he knew otherwise.

The small vial in his hands held the key to solving her dilemma and he would give her the key…but only for the right price…

He watched attentively as she sniffed, took several deep breaths, and then turned to reenter the house.

It was then that he made his move.

He moved out of the shadows, the moonlight illuminating his white, porcelain mask. Erik silently crept up behind the unsuspecting girl and pressed one gloved hand over her mouth while the other encircled her slim waist. She struggled within his grasp.

"I can help you. I have what you need." He whispered harshly in her right ear.

She stopped squirming. He removed his hand from her mouth. She immediately went to scream, but he quickly placed his hand back over her mouth. Erik turned her around, expertly leaving his hand over her mouth and grasping both of her tiny wrists in his free hand.

"Now," he said, his voice one of the most beautiful things she had heard in her entire life. "there is no reason why we can't be civil. No screaming?"

She nodded. He tentatively removed his hand, pleased when she did not scream.

"What do you have that I need?" She asked, her melodic voice filled with many emotions.

"This." He stated holding out the vial before her.

"What is it?" She snapped, the days events beginning to take their toll on her.

"A cure."

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Soon, she found herself leading the strange man into the house. She knew absolutely nothing about this man and yet, here she was, leading him down the hallway to her father's bedroom.

Could he even help her? Help him?

The answers to those questions she knew not.

The door let out a loud creak as she pulled it open. She stole a quick glance back at the masked stranger who just followed her quietly into the room. Her father lay motionless and unconscious on the bed at the center of the room.

"Well, can you help him or not?" she whispered.

The man nodded, removing the vial and a syringe from within the folds of his cloak. His long bony fingers moved quickly, filling the syringe with the contents of the vial and pulling the quilts down to reveal the older mans lifeless arm.

Erik crouched down and was about to inject the cure into his veins when…

"Wait!"

The masked man turned to look at her.

She took a deep breath, "What is it you will want in return?"

He walked over to her, holding out a piece of paper. "Your name on the dotted line."

She took the paper from him and moved like a ghost over to the mahogany desk occupying the far right corner of the room.

She picked up a pen and without reading the document signed her name, in perfect cursive, on the dotted line.

Christine Daae

She handed it back to him and slid onto the chaise by the window not knowing that in signing that document she had sold her soul…

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A/N: So what do you all think about my newest story? What do you think she signed? Do you think that Erik can save her father? Please, REVIEW!!! (Review are very much appreciated!)