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The Phantom of the Opera: A Beauty and a Beast (Guile and Melody)

Christine was entirely fearful at this point. "Please, just go. Have a good night, Mister Y." Christine tried to be as kind as possible, though she was seconds away from having a heart attack right now. "Please, just go away. Gustav will be ready by tomorrow." If I sing, he'll take me away again, but, if I don't, Gustav takes my place!
 
Erik could tell that Christine was distressed and it hurt his heart to leave her in such a state, but he had to. She'll probably feel more at ease with you gone, anyway. It'll be a blessing for her to have you gone so she can think. He thought bitterly, furious with himself, though his eyes were kind and his voice soft. "Goodnight, Christine." Erik had the urge to take everything he had said back, swear his love for her, beg for her love, and place his lips on hers, but he did not. "Sleep well." With a heavy heart, Erik turned and left her home the same way he had come in - through the window and without a sound.
 
Christine watched him go with a heavy heart. "I love him, but he's so cruel to me." She sighed and waited for her husband to come back. When he did, he acted perfectly normal for a husband. "Lotte!" He exclaimed and kissed her. "Lotte, happy anniversary!" He opened his hand and gave her a diamond necklace. "Raoul!" Christine forgot all her worries. "You remembered!"
 
By the time Erik got back to Phantasma, he was livid. Of all the things I could have said to her tonight, I threatened to take her child away from her! What kind of a man does such a thing? He wanted to sob because of how cruel he had acted towards her, but it was done and over with. There was no taking back what he had said. "You needn't worry, Christine." Erik whispered to himself as if she could hear. "You won't ever lose your son." God, I am such a fool! He slammed his fists down on the desk in his room, causing a loud bang, but he didn't care. Looking up into the mirror in front of him, Erik looked at himself and noticed a tear rolling down his cheek at last. "I love her so much..."
 
Christine opened her heart to her husband for the entirety of that night. The next morning, she was so scared. She hadn't thought about Erik's threat at all. What am I to do?! He'll take my son! She got up and dressed herself as she waited for all hell to break loose. "Gustav?" She knocked on her son's door.
 
Erik woke from a restless sleep with a groan. All he had thought about was Christine that night, and what he would do if she refused. Can I really take Gustav from her? I don't want to, but...I deserve some happiness don't I? Erik's mind was everywhere and he was so indecisive. He hadn't stopped thinking about what he was going to do, even as he dressed himself for the day. "I might as well try to enjoy today. It could be the last day I ever get to spend with my son."
 
"Coming, Mother!" Gustav was already up and dressed, now combing his hair. The boy was far too excited about going to this place. "Is this alright?" He turned in a circle to show her. Christine gushed. "You look just like your father." She kissed Gustav on the cheek as he went to Raoul to tell him good morning. "Father!" Gustav hugged him. Raoul was so happy that he hugged the son back.
 
Erik adjusted his mask in the mirror, making sure the object was on correctly as always, before heading out of his room. He checked his watch and noted the time for no particular reason. Perhaps it was a nervous habit, for Erik was nervous. He didn't know what he would do if Christine refused him - he wasn't sure if he would be able to kidnap his own son. But his worries didn't end there. Will she even let Gustav come today? Erik didn't know if he could trust her words of assurance. Still, he made his way to the gate of Phantasma, unsure if Gustav would be there or not.
 
Christine held her son tight, scared of letting go of him for fear of not ever seeing him again. "Now, Gustav, you must listen to Mister Y and remember that I have always loved you and will always love you and value your life more than my own." She kissed his forehead as the three jokers opened the curtains for the boy. "Mister Y will see you now, son." The woman laughed and led the boy inside. Christine waited outside for the Opera Ghost, knowing that she still had to give her answer to the horrible man.
 
As Erik waited, his heart raced faster than normal. Oh, god...what will she say? What will I do if she refuses? It was then that he looked up and saw Gustav being led in by his three employees. Erik smiled at the boy, though inside he was a wreck. "Hello again, Gustav. I'm glad you were able to make it." So, she kept her word. "Why don't you wait here with my friends for just one moment. I must speak to your mother about something rather important." He went to leave, but stopped, turned back to his son, and smiled again. "When I return I will show you Phantasma and all its mysteries." Chuckling softly, he left to find Christine - whom of which he was surprised to see waiting for him. "You brought him." Erik said softly, sounding mildly surprised that she did. "Thank you."
 
Gustav watched him go, being mildly disturbed about such a thing. He was in a new place with complete strangers. "Oh!" Gustav was surprised to find Erik's piano. In all his excitement, he forgot to ask permission before touching someone else's property. He just fingered the keys. "Beautiful." He muttered. Outside, Christine waited. When her teacher finally emerged, she backed away immediately. "You got what you wanted, now, leave me in peace and have a day with our son." She backed all the way into a tree. "Just go."
 
Erik watched the way she backed away from him and sighed, his eyes filling up with hurt at such a sight. Does she think I will hurt her? "You're forgetting, Christine." He still spoke softly, though he was angered that she would act in such a way around him I've never hurt her before, not physically. Why would she think I would start now? "You have yet to give me an answer." Erik took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "Will you sing for me?" He didn't mention Gustav again. She knows the threat. She knows what I will do, and doesn't need to hear it again.
 
"Erik, I..." she began, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'll d-do anything t-to save Gu-stav." She fell to the ground, hands over her eyes and shaking. I have to protect my family. I have to protect my son. "Swear to me that this isn't another ruse and that you won't force me to stay with you if I sing. I can't go back with you." She told him. "Just one song, that's all." She got back up and started walking away.
 
Save Gustav? Christine believes she needs to save her son from his own father. It broke Erik's heart, knowing that Christine didn't trust him around their child. That she was so afraid of her teacher getting ahold of Gustav that she would sacrifice her own happiness to stop it. "I swear it, Christine." Erik told her, longing to go to her side and comfort her. Still, he would not. If I were to touch her she would push me away. She doesn't want anything to do with me. "I only want this one song from you, and then you can be free from me." His chest felt as though it were being ripped open as he said these words. Why can't I have you? Why are you so unreachable? I love you, Christine.
 
"Well, I will sing this one song for you, that is all you're getting." Christine reminded him that they had no future together. "You may have controlled me and had my heart, but that was years ago!" She started walking away. "I want him back by nightfall." She ordered. "Not a second longer." She ran off in the direction of her home. Gustav waited inside. "This is such a beautiful place." He started reading his father's work. "As is this. Absolutely genius!" He was in awe.
 
"Of course, Christine." Erik said, agreeing that Gustav would be back at the designated time. He said nothing more to her though. What was there to say? She had just told him all he needed to know. She could never love him again. I suppose, what hurts more than anything is that she loves that drunken gambler more than she cares for me. Erik sighed and watched her go before trying to shove all of his pain to the back of his mind. It was then that he turned around and went back inside to Gustav, a smile on his face at the sight of him at the piano. Erik could tell that the child was looking at his music. "Do you like it, Gustav?" He asked, his tone much happier than when he had been speaking to Christine. "I didn't know you could read music, though it doesn't surprise me. Your mother is very talented. I would have expected her to pass that talent onto you." Erik had stepped up t the piano as he was speaking and was now looking over Gustav's shoulder.
 
"Oh!" Gustav shot out of his seat. "I'm sorry, Mister Y. I didn't mean to look at it without asking." He trembled as he looked up at his father. "It was just so beautiful that I had to see it." He quickly shut the book and sat down at the bench. "Still, it's very beautiful." He fingered the keys. "See how these notes seem to flow?" He played something that he wrote.
 
Erik grinned at his son's uneasiness, only because he knew there was no harm done. "Relax, Gustav. I don't mind. In fact, I am pleased that you like it. However, it isn't my best work." He sighed, knowing he hadn't created something truly beautiful since Christine left. Then, he was torn from his thoughts by the smooth sound of music from the piano. He looked down, rather surprised. "I didn't know you played, Gustav." Erik went silent, listening to the beautiful song. He had never heard it before and yet, it sounded so familiar. It sounded like something he would write. "What is it that you are playing?" He asked softly, lost in his thoughts.
 
Gustav, pleased that he wasn't going to be scolded or thrown out for how rude he was, smiled at his mother's friend. "It's just a song in my head." He replied softly. "It's been in my head for some time, but I've never had the chance to actually play it." He fingered the keys one by one. "I think it's beautiful, strange, yet beautiful." He smiled up at the man. "It reminds me of your work, Mister Y."
 
Erik listened, intently. The song Gustav was playing was indeed beautiful, a bit haunting almost, but beautiful nonetheless. "This song is yours?" He was practically speechless. My son...he plays like me. His music, it sounds like my own. "It is beautiful, Gustav. You have an amazing, yet rare talent." Erik smiled at last, and agreed with the child. "I was thinking just the same thing, Gustav."
 
"Yes, this song is mine, well, these few notes, I guess." The ten year old laughed. "It's nothing compared to your work with my mother. She told me that you were her teacher at some point." Gustav turned to him at this point. "Is that true?" Gustav looked out at Phantasma. "This place is just as beautiful, you did such a good job here."
 
Erik was taken aback by Gustav's question. Christine spoke of me to him? Well, I suppose he was curious and asked how she knew me. "Yes, it is true, Gustav. It was long ago, before you were born, needless to say." His attention was diverted to the circus when the child spoke of it. "I thank you, Gustav. It means the world to me to know that you like it. However, to know its true beauty, one must examine it up close." Erik grinned down at his son. "What would you like to see first? My unique employees? Perhaps the rides?" He held back a laugh as he suggested the rides. No doubt any child would wish to see those.
 
Gustav's eyes sparkled, his jaw dropped at the idea of possibly being the first person to ever meet the employees up close. "I'd love to meet them first!" He couldn't contain his own excitement as he held onto Erik's hand for the first time since last night. "Let's go!" He pulled the man toward the workers. "WOW!!!"
 
Erik was shocked, at the same time delighted, that Gustav would wish to see the employees. It wasn't long before Erik felt a small hand take hold of his own and he smiled. He rarely had any contact with his son, even ten years ago. It was beautiful to see him so happy, to touch his hand and know he was right there. Erik laughed as he was pulled away, but didn't try to fight it. When, at last, they were face to face with his employees, Erik introduced them. "Everyone, this is Gustav de Chagney." Oh, that wretched name! Erik practically cursed himself for having to have said it out loud in reference to his son. He should have my last name. "He is the son of a very close friend of mine and I've invited him to spend the day with me touring our world." He turned to his son. "Gustav, these are my employees. Don't be shy, please." Erik grinned and stepped jut to the side so that he could go up to them if he wished. He watched closely for the boy's reaction to them.
 
"Wow." Gustav whispered again, watching the nervous creatures shy away from the more humanized boy. "No, it's alright, I won't hurt you." Gustav told them as one growled when he held out a hand. They were so used to being tortured by the beautiful people that some found it hard to trust. The snake man from the premiere show was astonished. He gaped at Gustav, to Erik, to Gustav and back. "Thissss boy." He told Erik. "Thiss iss the ssson of Chrissstine?" He drew out each time an s would come up. "I am." Gustav told him, not the least bit scared. "This is beautiful, sir." Gustav smiled at the man.
 

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