...to make one feel like oneself again.

Have punjabbed both Sorelli and Carlotta.

*MANIACAL LAUGHTER*

Upon returning home, I found a corpse wearing a ballet tutu in the torture chamber. Looks as though someone attempted to break into my home during my absence. Sometimes I am quite grateful for my impeccable security system. Threw her in the lake; hope the fish enjoy ( Read more... )

HOW COULD SHE?!

*kicks things*

*throws things*

*engages in general destructive behavior*

I'M GOING BACK TO PARIS. THE OPERA. HOME. WHERE ERIK BELONGS. WITHOUT HER.

Oh, everyone at the Opera will be so pleased; they'll have their Phantom back; they'll have their resident psychopath; oh excellentThanks for absolutely NOTHING, Christine! EVER ( Read more... )

...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*choke*

Had a fight with Christine.

She thinks I've been unfaithful to her. With, of all people, Luciana.

And... we shouted...

And I don't know if I've ever felt like more of a wretched bastard.

I'm still angry at her. I can't believe she doubts my love for her. To whom has my life been devoted? To whom have I given my music? To whom am I marriedShe ( Read more... )

Erik has succeeded in destroying his undeath. Again.

Christine isn't angry, she's merely "vexed, incensed, and peevish."

*mutter* Well, it isn't my fault that my typist kept me locked up for so long. I wonder how she'd have fared with Psychotic Italian Girl from Hell as a headmate?

( My typist found this on Elphie's journal and demanded that I use it. )

I am absolutely... incensed!

That scoundrel! Pretending he is me! I am Erik, not he! He steals my mask, my genius, my tortured soul ( Read more... )

I am ( Read more... )

*still lying on floor*

*longs for Christine*

*heart breaks at having left her all alone*

*wishes she would come and find him*

*feels all this even though he is quite dead*

*figures it must be a side effect of dying after undeath*

*mind-numbingly quiet, dead silence*