I wrote this fancy little oneshot in math class a little while ago...I just went into detail of Erik's death, seeing as Leroux did not...It doesn't really make sense...

I obviously do not own Erik, Christine, or (thankfully) Mademoiselle Viscount.


"You can't!" She had sobbed.

Oh, but I can, my dear…

"You won't!"

I will…

Her tears had run like blood…

Loneliness had consumed him. Hatred had consumed him. Even fear hid in a forbidden corner of his aching hear.

So why, in spite of this, had he let the viscount free?

Erik smiled at the rose in his hand, his golden eyes gleaming in the darkness. He sat alone in his bedchamber, the only light coming from a small black candle in the corner. Everything had gone according to his plans that night.

So why, in spite of this, had he let the viscount free?

The thought paraded around his mind, as it had done since the moment he'd released the man. He stared in silence at the small flickering flame. A forgotten memory surfaced, an idea forming beneath the mask.

Erik stood, dropping the rose to his feet, and walked slowly to the armoire. He had known it would plague him; torture him endlessly.

So why, in spite of this, had he let the viscount free?

A single step seemed to last an eternity as he crossed the room. Erik winced as memories of the night so long ago entered his thoughts. Christine had offered him everything, anything for the viscount's life; she had cried with him, she had loved him. He shook his head angrily, chasing the last thought from his mind.

She had offered to stay with him. So why, in spite of this, had he let the viscount free?

Erik sank into his chair again, a sigh escaping his deformed lips. Removing the mask, he looked at the small box he held, opening it in silence. The scorpion that had resided within climbed slowly and unhappily up his arm.

He had let the viscount free because he hated to see her tears…

As the scorpion reached his disfigured face,Erik's eyes flashed a deep blood red before fading to the soft golden glow of insanity.

With a quiet little hiss, the candle in the corner went out, and darkness enveloped the silent room.


PFOOOOSH!

Heh...Heh...I didn't do it...

Oh, come on, it adds to the drama!