Hey Guys! I just recently gained a new muse in the form of a beautiful, yet deformed man. I recently went on my senior class trip and watched The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway, so this story will be a mix of the book, movie, and play. This story hit me one day while I was reading Phantom of the Opera Phanfics. I hope it makes you happy. Review if you like, I learned that it does no good to beg, but do enjoy. Oh, and by the way, this chapter flashes back in forth so you don't get confused reading it.
Disclaimer: The three Phantoms I am using belong to ALW and Susan Kay. The only thing I own is the app that let me read the Phanfics.
Index: The phantom singing is bold and italicized.
The POTO universe is in italics.
Everything in normal font is real life.
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs, and wakens imagination.
The Phantom stood at his Organ, singing softly to a dumbstruck Christine Daae.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses.
Gabriella sat in the big recliner, resting her injured foot on a giant stack of pillows. She didn't have much else to do, seeing that she had a torn ligament in her foot and it was just the first week of summer vacation after her high school graduation. She decided that to pass her time, she would look up videos of Hugh Panaro and Gerard Butler, her two favorite Phantoms. She was currently listening to the Broadway version (her favorite) of Music of the Night.
Slowly, gently, night unfurls it splendor.
Grasp it; sense it, tremulous and tender.
He walked to her, slowly, knowing the effect that his voice had on her. He couldn't help but smirk at the vacant look in her eye as he sang to her.
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
He gently turned her face in the direction opposite him.
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light.
He coaxed her face back to him and brought her close, his lips almost brushing hers.
And listen to the music of the night.
He gave an evil-ish smile and looked away, back toward his Organ, just before she had a chance to deepen the kiss. He kept his smile as he motioned around with his hands, showing her his lair.
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.
He kept her close with a hand on her back. His smile widened as she closed his eyes and tilted her head back slightly.
Purge your thought of the life you knew before.
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar.
Gabriella's favorite parts of this song were the long notes the Phantom had to hit at soar, be, and night. Her mind and body just refused to function properly when he hit those notes.
And you'll live, as you've never lived before.
The Phantom, having walked back to his Organ, pointed a hand at Christine and looked at her thought gentle eyes.
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you.
He walked back down toward Christine; he ran his hand down his chest before pointing it at her
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you.
Open up your mind; let your fantasies unwind,
He gestured around the room before motioning to make the grate, a gesture seeming like magic.
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight.
The Phantom leaned back against the grate and Christine walked to him slowly.
The darkness of the music of the night.
Christine stepped close to him and put her arms around him before suddenly pulling away and walking swiftly away from him.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world.
He walked slowly toward her but she wasn't facing him.
Leave all thought of the life you knew before.
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Gabriella tried, without much success, to control her breathing as he hit that note. It was without a doubt the best note of the entire song, she could listen to just that part over and over.
Only then, can you belong to me.
Gabriella took a second to regain control of her breathing as the song continued.
The Phantom smiled as Christine leaned her head back against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication.
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.
He took her hand and placed it on the masked side of his face and caressed her hips. Her eyes were closed and her face had a look of pure fascination and love.
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in, to the power of the music that I write.
Christine allowed herself to be drawn to what appeared to be a mannequin.
The power of the music of the night.
Upon closer inspection, she realized that the mannequin looked just like her. In shock, she fainted. The Phantom caught her and carried her to his swan shaped bed.
You alone can make my song take flight.
Help me make, the music of the⦠Night.
The Phantom touched Christine's face gently before closing the curtain around her.
Gabrielle closed her eyes as her Phantom sang the last part of the song, covering Christine and touching her face before walking away.
Little did the two people know that magic happened on that very moment. Unknown to them, the two universes played that song at the very same second with no hesitations. The synchronization of the two phantoms, for some reason, created a rip in the time continuum, and as The Phantom away, he walked right into it. It sent him through to a different universe and time altogether. Little did Gabriella know, he was unknowingly walking himself right into her life.
I've never written a Phantom story, but I feel pretty proud of this one. This may not be the longest chapter you've ever read, but this is sort of like the prologue. I'm letting my little sister read this before I post it because she is as much of a phanatic as I am. It may be confusing that I mixed all of it together, including the two different versions.
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This video isn't mine, but it is the one that I watched to write this chapter. Youll have to remove the spaces and parentheses to watch it.
