A Second Chance
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
6,481
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own the Phantom of the Opera, and make no money from this story.
Chapter Nine
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Title: A Second Chance.
Author: Larissa
Summary: She has the courage to save his life and give him a new one. Based on Susan Kay's and Gerard Butler's phantom.
Rating: R.
Pairing(s): Erik/Melanie and Erik/Christine.
Feedback: desired and appreciated.
Characters: Erik from Susan Kay's book "Phantom" and from Gerard Butler's interpretation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Erik, Christina and Daroga. The other characters listed in this story are all mine. I do not make any money out of it.
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“For a moment I thought he was saying that only to deceive me about the architect’s true identity. But seeing how serious he was, I was forced to believe him. He told me about Erik’s childhood locked in a house with his mother who forced him to wear a mask ever since he was a baby. He also talked about his escape from home and the life he had with the gypsies. It was then that Erik learned all his tricks, how to do magic and how to work with medicinal herbs. After, he lived in Rome and as a mason apprentice he became a great architect.
Finally, Nadir was sent to Russia with the mission of bringing to Persia the greatest magician in the world for the shah-in-shah entertainment… more specifically, the Khanum, the shah’s mother.
Due to problems with the shah, who wanted to see Erik dead, he ran away from Persia and came to Paris. Nadir came with him and helped into the underground of the Ópera Populaire since people felt disgusted and scared at the sight of his face. He never took his mask off again neither has left his “lair” as he called it. His only contact with the world was Nadir and Madame Giry who worked in the Opera.
There you have it… all you wanted to know my dear. Are you satisfied?” the duke asked laying down his fork and looking at his daughter.
“Why have you never told me this? So, in the end, you owe your fortune to Erik and to the Persian… you should be more tolerant, don’t you think daddy?”
“He scares me. And you know I am not a coward. I simply feel that he is very dangerous and, based on everything Nadir has told us, I’m right. His ability of killing with the lasso is frightening.” The duke shivered.
“He always received the worst from the people. How did you want him to react? Perhaps, if he is treated with respect he’ll repay in the same coin. With me he has always been sweet and caring. I see all the sadness of the world in his eyes and I want to help him.” Melanie says looking deep inside her father’s eyes. She loved Erik and he would have to accept that.
“By giving yourself to him, my child?” the duke asked with despair in his voice.
“No! He would never dishonor me!”
“I do not believe he had many women in his life. That Christine, as far as I know, has never been touched by him and now she will marry the Viscount de Chagny… therefore I do believe he must be in real need of a female company…”
“But it will not be me who will fulfill his needs, daddy. You can trust me.” She says with a simle.
“So I hope, Melanie, because if he dares touch you I will kill him without thinking twice.”
Melanie’s smile grew wider as she recalled saying the same thing to Erik, that her father would kill him if they gave in to their desire.
In silence, they resumed eating. As the servants took their plates away the duke asked his daughter to play the piano for him and so they went to the music room.
It was a ventilated place with a comfortable couch and many chairs for the guests who enjoyed watching the soireés the duchess and her daughter used to do.
The duchess would play the violin while Melanie, the piano. Now the violin rested on a table and the only music you could hear in the house was of the piano being gracefully played by the young woman.
She played Beethoven with devotion since he was her favorite composer.
For about twenty minutes father and daughter forgot about the world as they let themselves sink in the music until they realized they were not alone anymore.
The duke was the first to notice Erik walking inside the room slowly like he was in a trance. He opened and closed his hands as if he was exercising them to play.
He stopped right behind Melanie and contemplated her in ecstasy. The duke watched him carefully seeing the emotion on Erik’s face. Melanie was right about the man’s sensibility.
When she finished playing, she turned to Erik with a smile on her face.
“I knew you would come. You couldn’t resist to my music’s calling. There, over that table is my mother violin. It needs to be tuned up because it hasn’t been used in a long time. Do that and then we can play together.” She said pointing in the direction where her mother’s violin was.
Without saying a word, Erik took the violin in his hands and started harmonizing it. Once he was finished, he walked towards Melanie, sitting on a chair beside the piano and they started to play.
The duke felt tears rolling over his cheeks. His wife played well, but this man was a virtuose, a true God working on the cords of the instrument. Melanie really had reasons to admire him… he was starting to feel the same way about the phantom.
Title: A Second Chance.
Author: Larissa
Summary: She has the courage to save his life and give him a new one. Based on Susan Kay's and Gerard Butler's phantom.
Rating: R.
Pairing(s): Erik/Melanie and Erik/Christine.
Feedback: desired and appreciated.
Characters: Erik from Susan Kay's book "Phantom" and from Gerard Butler's interpretation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Erik, Christina and Daroga. The other characters listed in this story are all mine. I do not make any money out of it.
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“For a moment I thought he was saying that only to deceive me about the architect’s true identity. But seeing how serious he was, I was forced to believe him. He told me about Erik’s childhood locked in a house with his mother who forced him to wear a mask ever since he was a baby. He also talked about his escape from home and the life he had with the gypsies. It was then that Erik learned all his tricks, how to do magic and how to work with medicinal herbs. After, he lived in Rome and as a mason apprentice he became a great architect.
Finally, Nadir was sent to Russia with the mission of bringing to Persia the greatest magician in the world for the shah-in-shah entertainment… more specifically, the Khanum, the shah’s mother.
Due to problems with the shah, who wanted to see Erik dead, he ran away from Persia and came to Paris. Nadir came with him and helped into the underground of the Ópera Populaire since people felt disgusted and scared at the sight of his face. He never took his mask off again neither has left his “lair” as he called it. His only contact with the world was Nadir and Madame Giry who worked in the Opera.
There you have it… all you wanted to know my dear. Are you satisfied?” the duke asked laying down his fork and looking at his daughter.
“Why have you never told me this? So, in the end, you owe your fortune to Erik and to the Persian… you should be more tolerant, don’t you think daddy?”
“He scares me. And you know I am not a coward. I simply feel that he is very dangerous and, based on everything Nadir has told us, I’m right. His ability of killing with the lasso is frightening.” The duke shivered.
“He always received the worst from the people. How did you want him to react? Perhaps, if he is treated with respect he’ll repay in the same coin. With me he has always been sweet and caring. I see all the sadness of the world in his eyes and I want to help him.” Melanie says looking deep inside her father’s eyes. She loved Erik and he would have to accept that.
“By giving yourself to him, my child?” the duke asked with despair in his voice.
“No! He would never dishonor me!”
“I do not believe he had many women in his life. That Christine, as far as I know, has never been touched by him and now she will marry the Viscount de Chagny… therefore I do believe he must be in real need of a female company…”
“But it will not be me who will fulfill his needs, daddy. You can trust me.” She says with a simle.
“So I hope, Melanie, because if he dares touch you I will kill him without thinking twice.”
Melanie’s smile grew wider as she recalled saying the same thing to Erik, that her father would kill him if they gave in to their desire.
In silence, they resumed eating. As the servants took their plates away the duke asked his daughter to play the piano for him and so they went to the music room.
It was a ventilated place with a comfortable couch and many chairs for the guests who enjoyed watching the soireés the duchess and her daughter used to do.
The duchess would play the violin while Melanie, the piano. Now the violin rested on a table and the only music you could hear in the house was of the piano being gracefully played by the young woman.
She played Beethoven with devotion since he was her favorite composer.
For about twenty minutes father and daughter forgot about the world as they let themselves sink in the music until they realized they were not alone anymore.
The duke was the first to notice Erik walking inside the room slowly like he was in a trance. He opened and closed his hands as if he was exercising them to play.
He stopped right behind Melanie and contemplated her in ecstasy. The duke watched him carefully seeing the emotion on Erik’s face. Melanie was right about the man’s sensibility.
When she finished playing, she turned to Erik with a smile on her face.
“I knew you would come. You couldn’t resist to my music’s calling. There, over that table is my mother violin. It needs to be tuned up because it hasn’t been used in a long time. Do that and then we can play together.” She said pointing in the direction where her mother’s violin was.
Without saying a word, Erik took the violin in his hands and started harmonizing it. Once he was finished, he walked towards Melanie, sitting on a chair beside the piano and they started to play.
The duke felt tears rolling over his cheeks. His wife played well, but this man was a virtuose, a true God working on the cords of the instrument. Melanie really had reasons to admire him… he was starting to feel the same way about the phantom.