Dreams come True

Title: Dreams come True
Author: Little Raven
Summary: a gothic girl walks though a mirror and meets Erik in a way she will never forget

Rating: NC-17 explicit sex scenes, an excessive amount of sexually oriented language, and excessive violence
Characters: original character: Raven
Author Notes: based on the 2004 movie
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Phantom of the Opera. Only myself.
and make no money off this

I gasped. When I had waked though that mirror I had no idea where it led. I had found it in my room. It was old, but beautiful, and dirty. So deciding to clean it I hummed ‘Angel of Music.’ I did not know why but I did. As I hummed and cleaned, it sung open. Being ever the curious I walked though. After 15 minutes of walking I started to hear music. Turning a corner, I walked into a huge ballroom. I stood frozen. It looked just like from the movie, “The Phantom of the Opera!” I could not believe it! Few people were staring. I looked down at my self. I was wearing a black tank top that showed cleavage with a gauzily black see-though robe. It gave looked like half a dress. I also had tight black leotards and high heeled boots. My waist length black hair hung straight, the ends purple and blue. People blinked at my clothes; at my make-up which was black lipstick and eyeliner, but did not pay much attention to me. Seeing the way everyone else was dressed they thought it was a costume, for I had arrived during the Masquerade ball.

I have never been one for dancing in front of people, but something came over me. Oh!” I exclaimed softly, stiffening, the sounds of a tango-waltz drifted through the room, playing in a minor key, I closed my eyes. The melody was only meant as filler music, not many knew how to dance to the haunting strains of viola, but I began running over the steps in my mind as the music entranced my soul.

I opened my eyes, Hardly knowing what I was doing I walked out on to the dance floor. Everyone was talking, but no one occupied the dance floor. My mind still in a haze, I began to move in time to the beat, swirling and gliding.

Conversations died off as people stopped and stared at me dancing in a world of my own.
The beat changed, and I caught a glimpse of an improvising violinist. I saw the conductor waving his baton angrily, but decided to take matters into my own hands; I spun around and stopped myself with a stamp of my foot, the ringing click bounded off the walls. Spinning, circling, the passion was strong and tension high. With a final almost panicked flourish from the violinist, the music ended and the audience started clapping and cheering, evidently they thought the dance was a part of the night’s entertainment.

I did not notice the pair of gold eyes watching from the shadows.

I walked to the side, embarrassed, but exited. As I stood there wondering if it was ‘The Masquerade ball’ from the movie or one after, when a loud scream interrupted my thoughts. Walking down the steps was The Red Death. He was a blaze of color in the room of gold and silver and black and white. He stood in pure blood red velvet from shoulders to knees where the material vanished into his polished boots. His cape was scarlet. There was a shining sword with a skull’s head basket guard on his lean hip. Arrogance was written all over him.
Where I was standing, I had a full view of him. . His mask was a death’s head; a white skull. Black hair was brushed straight back from a perfect forehead, angled jaw, full and sensual mouth; a more beautiful, masculine, sensual man I had never seen. He ran his eyes over the cowering crowd before him. I then saw Raoul and Christine. The Phantom glared at them, and then turned to the managers. “Why so silent good Monsieur’s? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me, good monsieur’s? I have returned! A few instructions for the New Year. I thank you for dismissing Carlotta. And I advise you to get a new soprano, as the former one has recently married and it is not proper. I advise you not to make the same mistakes!”

As he had been talking, I moved up closer, suddenly his eyes caught mine. I let a little gasp out as I saw lust in them. He swepted his eyes over my body. He then walked toward me so fast I had no time to react. He grabbed me by the waist in a bone crushing grip and dragged me up the stairs and suddenly, with a burst of flames, we disappeared under the floor.
After we fell he let go of me and disappeared. I had no idea what he planed to do. There where mirrors all-round. Reflections of myself surround me. I hated it. When I was little I had got lost on a funhouse for 2 hours. When they found me, I was almost insane. It took years of therapy for me to even look at a mirror again.

"Hello? Phantom? monsieur?" I asked, quietly. I then saw the Phantom come up behind me. I turned quickly. He wasn't there. I turned to the mirror on my right. Now he was by my side but he wasn't. My heart started to race.

I turned to try to find my way out before I lost it, when I walked right into him. He was grinning. "Now what, will I do with The Little Black Raven?" he asked.
Little black raven? How did he know my name? Duh, your black clothes! I thought.

He began to walk forward toward me, and, (give me credit; you would too), got scared. I was beginning to walk back but hit a mirror. I had no where to go. Stupid me was trapped.

'You idiot!' I screamed in my head.

I whimpered, damn it all! I whimpered! I hung my head. I heard him sigh. Suddenly, his gloved hand touched my chin and brought it up to look at him. He starred into my eyes. Into my soul. I shivered. "My name is, Erik." he told I knew that, but didn't tell him that. I nodded my head.

"Are you afraid, Little Raven?" he asked. I still couldn't speak. I shook my head no, but the truth was that I was afraid. Terrified. Petrified.
Yet exited.
And yet also aroused.
His cold, strong hands cupped my face. He leaned closer to me.
“You should be." he grinned at me. I felt a rush run down from my belly to between my legs. I had felt it before. Hell, I felt it every time if watched the movie or listened to the CD. I may have been a virgin, but I knew what it meant and what he meant.

He leaned closer “...For I have never truly had a woman. And I have suffered years of frustration."

I knew I should've been scared but lust rushed though me. I wanted him; just as apparently he wanted me. Throwing caution to the wind, I reached up and did what I always wanted to do. I kissed him. He pulled back, surprised. I smiled up at him and he leaned back in closer till our lips were together.

I instinctively parted my lips.

His tongue slid between my lips. Tongues met slowly, but the kiss soon became hard and deep, and yet it stayed so slow. I could not take it! I moaned! He smirked.

He bit down on my lower lip causing me to moan again. He pushed me harder against the mirror, his own body pressing mine very hard.
He broke the kiss to look at me. “I won't be a gentleman, if we continue, Little Raven. I shall take you right here. I can stop now. What is your answer?"

I looked into his eyes. I saw lust and need in them. But he was giving me a choice. Bless him! He was trying to give me the chance to back out.

I pulled off my gauzily black see-though robe, and wrapped an arm around his neck. I felt the soft red fabric of his costume on my arm. I then smiled and reached down and cupped him. I felt his arousal. It was huge! In fact he was so big my hand didn't quiet cover all of him. He was hard and slightly throbbing against my hand. He closed his eyes and let out a groan, pushing against my hand. I pushed back. He groaned loader.

"That is my answer, "I said coyly.

He snapped his eyes open, with a snarl; he slammed me back against the mirror. He pulled back and began to work at my neck. I moaned louder. I could feel Erik's arousal pressing against my hand. It was a strange feeling.

I pulled my hand away to slide it down his chest. I took hold of one of his hands and guided it to my breast.

I forgot about everything when Erik began to kiss my collar-bone and the tops of my breasts that had been pushed up high by my tank top.

"Oh-God...Erik." His tongue then dragged along from the tops of my breasts, to my collar-bone, to my neck, and then finally he kissed me hard on my lips.

He pulled back. "Close your eyes." he ordered. I did. I felt him pull off the top, freeing my large breasts.
His gloved hand found my breast and he lowered his mouth to me sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. As I arched into his mouth, I could feel him then start to pull my paints down. He left my nipple that he had started to suck. Erik pulled my paints down and off along with my boots.

"Keep your eyes closed," he whispered in my ear.

I shivered, needles running down to settle in my belly. I then felt him pick me up, holding me against the mirrors with his hips. He held me higher so that I was level with his pelvis. Erik pulled my legs far apart. He then told me to open my eyes. Green met gold. Mine were level with his. The skull mask was in stark relief against his black hair and blazing gold eyes. There was no gentleness, no tenderness, he caught my eyes and with flames dancing in his, he spread my legs apart farther and thrust inside in one deep stroke. I was so ready for him that I nearly screamed from the delicious feeling of him stretching me and breaking thought my barrier as he held my legs wide.

He began to fuck me in slow, sure strokes, going as deeply as he could with each press and watching my eyes. I murmured to him to go faster but he kept up the same deep heavy rhythm into my very center.

“You are so beautiful,” he said breathing heavily. His eyes never left my face as he continued to thrust into me against the mirror.

“As you,” I responded or tried to. As he continued to thrust into me, I couldn't help the small cries that came from me every time he thrust.

"Erik…I can’t…” I began to tremble as he continued to bang into me.

“Hold on, I know,” smirked Erik. “But you will. I’ll make you." he purred with his silky sensual voice.

Crying out softly at his words, my body began to let go. My hips jerked against his against his as my climax started to exploded. Suddenly Erik moved, he kept one hand under my thighs and brought the other to grab my throat and squeezed. He continued to grip and loose on my throat, so that each time he thrust inside me, I was out of breath. By squeezing my throat he prolonged my orgasm. Orgasms started yet could not finish because he keep his hand on my throat. suddenly he leans in, panting and grunting from his hard pounding, purrs," Scream for me." And let’s go just as another one rolled in. all the orgasms he trapped hit me. Red hot heat hit me in my abdomen. I let out a small scream, and Bucked in his hands, my movements pushed me further down onto his cock. He was like velvet covered iron and swelling to meet my pleasure and fill me further as I clenched and released around him.

His face changed, complete wonder swept over his face and He growled and grunted as his own orgasm reached, slamming inside me as hard as he can.


The flood of seed erupted from his cock, shot up into me, was so pleasable that it was almost painful.

Erik leaned against me and me him. We were both shuddering, orgasms still rolling through us. Erik brought his eyes back to my face. Instead of the light yellow they were before, they were now a dark gold. As my breathing returned to normal he slowly, gently lowered me. Instead of walking away as I had expected him to do, he hugged me tight against him. I hugged him back, shudders still raking my body. With out words he helped me dress.

"Erik, I..." I begin, but he held up his hand.

"Non, don't say anything. Let me. First, I want to tell you how sorry I am that I took avenge of you...."

"No Erik. Let me," I interrupted," you didn't take avenge of me. I wanted it as much as you. It was wild and great. It was the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life."

Erik stood there stunned. I smiled. “So what happens now?" I asked.

"I suppose I should show you the way back," Erik told me.

I figured as much. I sighed. “Just point me in the right direction and I’ll be fine."

He pointed to a mirror. “Just push on that one and it will lead you back."

I nodded and turn to leave, “it was nice meeting you, Erik. I’ll always remember you.” I started to the mirror when I head him speak.

"Wait."

I turned around and saw him walk towards me very menacingly, a flash o fear washed over me. Then so fast, Erik pushed me sideways against a mirror so that my right arm was between it and my body. My left was jammed down by my side by Erik’s arm. I watched fearfully as he pulled out a cloth from a pocket and brought it near to my face. I could smell a sickly sweet odor coming from it and knew, from all the cheesy kidnapping movies I’ve seen, that it was chloroform or something similar. I felt my eyes widen in terror, wondering what the hell he was going to do with me when he’d knocked me out and jammed my head as close to the mirror as possible.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Little Raven,” he said calmly. “Trust me!”

“Please don’t,” I pleaded. I didn't know why he was doing this, or what he planed on doing with me once he knocked me out.

“It'll be alright, it'll be fine. I will not hurt you,” he said pleadingly, and I noticed that he had stopped moving the cloth towards me. “This is for your own good,” he said, looking dejected and raising the cloth again. “Don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry? I have every reason to worry." I snarled, turning to face him full on so he could see the anger and hurt in my eyes.

He sighed and put the cloth against my mouth. I struggled, but nothing would move his hand. “You’ll be fine,” he said softly, almost tenderly. “You are mine now Little Raven. Forever."

Before I had time to process these words, or think about the tone in which they were said, I blacked out