Erik was composing all night again. When I woke up and made myself breakfast I didn't expect him to join me. Surprisingly he did. We haven't eaten together since the night of "Il Muto" and I was glad that after almost two weeks he finally decided to sit down next to me.
I wasn't asking questions, since he wouldn't answer anyway. I just handed him the bread and poured some tea into the cups.
He sighed and leaned against the wall. I looked at him and our eyes locked for a minute.
"I'm sorry." He said out of nowhere.
"What?" I asked, confused by his sudden statement.
"I'm so terribly sorry." He said again, closing his eyes, not to look at me. "For what I've done and said. I was a monster..."
"I... okay..." I said baffled, watching his painful frown as if he waited for a death sentence that I was about to give him.
I didn't know how to react and he probably didn't know how to continue the conversation either. There was just silence between us and the conversation void needed to be filled, so I was the one to speak up.
"So... will you finally be talking to me now?" I asked in hope that he was getting better.
Erik looked at me and smirked weakly, relieved that he was going to live for now. I took that as a yes.
"What would I do without you?" He asked rhetorically.
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Clink. Clink. Clink.
Our swords were crossing repeatedly.
Attack - Defence. Attack - Defence.Suddenly Erik flipped his cape over my head. My vision went black for a second and when I saw the light again I was desorientated enough, that he pushed me onto the ground. He stood above me, his blade aiming at my throat.
"Is that even allowed?" I asked as he helped me up.
"Everything is allowed as long as your opponent ends up on the ground." He smiled and explained. I reutrned the smile, though much less satisfied with the outcome of our little match.
"One more time." I demanded playfully "this time I will beat you." I smirked and stated confidently.
He raised his shoulders as if he was doubting what I had just said. But then he took his position and so did I.
I attacked him first and he shielded himself. I took one more swing, making him back out a little. This boosted my confidence.
I kept coming at Erik with my sword and he was walking back until he was against the wall and had nowhere to run anymore. I had him cornered, which meant I won. But instead of a defeated look from Erik's face, I got a slick smile.
My confidence faded away as I knew he was about to do something. I took a swing to finish the fight and suddenly felt my feet driving away from me. I lost my balance and the next thing I saw was my own shoes above my head, which was rather an unusual sight. I found myself lying on the floor.
Dazed, I looked up at Erik, who was triumphantly holding a sword in one hand and the crimson curtain in the other. I laughed and laid my head on the ground.
He defeated me, because I had stood on the curtain. He had pulled it from under my feet and that's how I ended up on the floor.
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Phantom Child
FanfictionMaya (OC) is an orphan living on the streets of Paris. One day she hides underneath the opera house and meets The Phantom, who suprisingly doesn't kill her and they soon start to get on. How will a 13-year-old handle being a wittness of Erik's moral...