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Christine watched with rapt attention, unaware that her entire body had started to tremble with a force that she could not name. “Erik…” Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Erik…why don’t you play your music anymore?”

He settled his eyes on her face, leaning in slowly to press a light kiss to her scar. “Because, Christine,” he murmured against her skin, “you were my music.” Without even thinking, she realized that her hand had curled gently around his neck, holding him to her.

“Erik,” she said, a single tear forming at the corner of her eye. “I haven’t sung a note since the night that…since…since that night. Erik…my voice, my spirit… it’s still in that cellar. It never left”

He looked at her, his heart threatening to bleed through his chest. He should hate this woman…he knew that he should, God, he wanted to hate her. His life would be so much simpler if he could only bring himself to remember all of the pain and sorrow that had passed between them.

“Christine…”

She brought his much larger hand to her own lips, allowing her tears to run onto his flesh. “God…how I’ve missed you, Erik.” Tentatively, Christine ran her fingers up his arm. ‘Sometimes I can’t even believe that you are real.” He closed his eyes as her fingers drifted lightly over his neck, settling on the pulse that beat steadily at the base of his throat. She leaned forward, replacing her fingers with her lips.

Erik stilled, his body going numb as he fought to control himself. He couldn’t decide which would undo him more, the sensation of her tears running beneath his shirt and onto his chest, or her mouth upon his flesh.

“Christine...”

“God,” she cried. “I can feel it...your heart beat tastes like heaven.”

~~~~~

Perhaps the first fanart I've ever drawn based off a fanfiction. Demons is absolutely mind-blowing, and is undoubtedly one of my top favorite fanfics of all time. It is, as guessed, based of Phantom of the Opera, and is the best "sequal" fanfiction written...at least in my humble opinion. The author, Wandering Child, is an incredible writer, and has had me both crying on more than one occassion thus far. And I NEVER cry when reading fanfiction. The scene from the selection above gave me chills, and this is only a small example of what this piece of writing has to offer. So if you're a Phantom fan, enjoy reading well-written fanfiction and don't mind some tasteful sensuality (believe me, I've had to stick my head in the freezer on more than one occassion for this story ), then I highly recommend checking it out. The story can be found here... [link]

The picture itself came out alright, I suppose, but it has many issues. The angle of Erik's head is not as well-defined as it should be, which is why he might look a little off. Christine's face, on that note, is a little long. I also botched Erik's mask rather well...it's supposed to be the infamous half-mask, but it looks more like the full, which I didn't *realize* until I started inking, then made an attempt to save with the pens without ruining it. But, not a bad piece, IMO. I've done worse.

The lyrics in the background are from the song Pale by Within Temptation. Gorgeous song. Totally appropriate for Erik and Christine's relationship.

I was going to draw rose petals around the couple, but forgot to do so when I started coloring the background (which ate my only beige pencil, ) So I used real, crushed-up rose petals instead. I knew all those dead roses I kept would come in handy someday. Take that, mom.

Erik and Christine (c) Gaston Leroux, ALW, whoever else might have dibs on the rights
Pale lyrics (c) Within Temptation
Demons (c) Wandering Child
Art (c) me

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Christine watched with rapt attention, unaware that her entire body had started to tremble with a force that she could not name. “Erik…” Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Erik…why don’t you play your music anymore?”

He settled his eyes on her face, leaning in slowly to press a light kiss to her scar. “Because, Christine,” he murmured against her skin, “you were my music.” Without even thinking, she realized that her hand had curled gently around his neck, holding him to her.

“Erik,” she said, a single tear forming at the corner of her eye. “I haven’t sung a note since the night that…since…since that night. Erik…my voice, my spirit… it’s still in that cellar. It never left”

He looked at her, his heart threatening to bleed through his chest. He should hate this woman…he knew that he should, God, he wanted to hate her. His life would be so much simpler if he could only bring himself to remember all of the pain and sorrow that had passed between them.

“Christine…”

She brought his much larger hand to her own lips, allowing her tears to run onto his flesh. “God…how I’ve missed you, Erik.” Tentatively, Christine ran her fingers up his arm. ‘Sometimes I can’t even believe that you are real.” He closed his eyes as her fingers drifted lightly over his neck, settling on the pulse that beat steadily at the base of his throat. She leaned forward, replacing her fingers with her lips.

Erik stilled, his body going numb as he fought to control himself. He couldn’t decide which would undo him more, the sensation of her tears running beneath his shirt and onto his chest, or her mouth upon his flesh.

“Christine...”

“God,” she cried. “I can feel it...your heart beat tastes like heaven.”

~~~~~

Perhaps the first fanart I've ever drawn based off a fanfiction. Demons is absolutely mind-blowing, and is undoubtedly one of my top favorite fanfics of all time. It is, as guessed, based of Phantom of the Opera, and is the best "sequal" fanfiction written...at least in my humble opinion. The author, Wandering Child, is an incredible writer, and has had me both crying on more than one occassion thus far. And I NEVER cry when reading fanfiction. The scene from the selection above gave me chills, and this is only a small example of what this piece of writing has to offer. So if you're a Phantom fan, enjoy reading well-written fanfiction and don't mind some tasteful sensuality (believe me, I've had to stick my head in the freezer on more than one occassion for this story ), then I highly recommend checking it out. The story can be found here... [link]

The picture itself came out alright, I suppose, but it has many issues. The angle of Erik's head is not as well-defined as it should be, which is why he might look a little off. Christine's face, on that note, is a little long. I also botched Erik's mask rather well...it's supposed to be the infamous half-mask, but it looks more like the full, which I didn't *realize* until I started inking, then made an attempt to save with the pens without ruining it. But, not a bad piece, IMO. I've done worse.

The lyrics in the background are from the song Pale by Within Temptation. Gorgeous song. Totally appropriate for Erik and Christine's relationship.

I was going to draw rose petals around the couple, but forgot to do so when I started coloring the background (which ate my only beige pencil, ) So I used real, crushed-up rose petals instead. I knew all those dead roses I kept would come in handy someday. Take that, mom.

Erik and Christine (c) Gaston Leroux, ALW, whoever else might have dibs on the rights
Pale lyrics (c) Within Temptation
Demons (c) Wandering Child
Art (c) me