Authors Note- Hey guys! I had to write my own story to sort of.. re-write the ending and have it go the way I want it to. Just to make myself feel better about everything :) I realise there are loads of spelling errors, and uncapitalized I's but forgive me, im lazy! I will correct it later, I promise! Anyways.. you can review if you'd like (please keep it civil though, I didnt make this for people to really read and critique, I made it for myself, and any other people who wish Erik a happy ending). And, let me warn you. This fanfic will live up to its rating. The whole thing is very risque. Something vulgar in every chapter. This Fanfic Is Not Intended For Raoul Lovers! So please, back out now. And, with that being said..
This takes place after the Masqurade Ball. Christine is preparing for Don Juan Triumphant for tonight is opening night.
Tonight was a big night for Christine. After the Phantom's appearance at the Masqurade Ball. She had been worried sick about her roll in Don Juan Triumphant. 'Would he appear at the Opera?' she wondered. 'Would he kill again?'. She was nearly nude. Her outfit was layed out on her bed in pieces. She slipped on her panties and put on some light makeup, and turned to the door. She poked her head out and spotted Madame Giry. "Madame, would you please come in and help me with my corset?" "Of course, Miss Daae" Madam Giry nodded, and followed her in, closing the door behind her. She asked Christine to bend over the bed and assume the position, so to speak. Christine bent over and placed her hands on the bed, spread out slightly for balance. Madame Giry started weaving the delicate corsete together, tugging occasionally to keep it nice and tight. After she drew about a sixth of the corset together, there was a knock on the door. "Madame Giry!" A young voice cried, "There is a drunken stagehand in the dancers dressing roo!" "Oh dear.." Madame Giry sighed. "Christine, i must go tend to this. Please sit still, I would hate for the work i have done to unravel." Christine nodded, and Madame Giry exited the room. The door closed behind her with a click.
Christine looked over her bed boredly. She looked over as much of the room as she could without moving. Her mind was racing. So much has happened since Raoul has made his presence known again. Its thrown her world upside down. Everything has changed. The door let out a long pitiful groan. She threw her head up at the noise, startled. The door then repeated its squeal and ended with a loud click, and the sound of swiveling metal. "Locking the door, Madame?" Christine said with a smile. "Im glad, we will have no more interruptions. Sitting like this is hard. I feel lightheaded from keeping my breaths shallow! I hope I didnt unravel any of your work." The strings of the corset were once again picked up and the arduous process continued. Everytime she would complete a loop, she would give a hard tug, which made Christine let out a gasp. Her breasts bounced with each tug. "Madame, please! You'll make me faint!" Christine let out with a hollow chuckle. Finally, she felt the corset tighten at the very top, and with three tugs, the knot was tied, and it was complete. Christine stood up and started to turn around. "Thank you Mada--" Christine looked up and let out a loud gasp. She looked up and saw two eyes.. not those of Madame Giry, but those of the Phantom of the Opera. "Mouissure Phantom!" She stepped back and fell back onto the bed and scooted away from him. She threw her arms over her nearly bare body.
Her Phantom looked over her body and let out a cracked smile. "Madame, thank you for allowing me the pleasure of helping you get dressed" Christine looked at him, mortified. Not with the current situation, but in fear for her safety. "Angel, you.. you frighten me! Please keep back master, I fear you may harm me!" His smirk remained. "My love, I would never harm you. You and I both know that." "But at the Masqur-" "I was not angry with you love, I was angry with.. Raoul." He spit his name out through gritted teeth. "You tried to hide this engagement from me, but I knew." "Mouissure, I-" Christine started. "You thought you could hide this from me? In my Opera house? My business? MY HOME!" His voice thundered and filled the room. Christine scooted a few more inches back. "Im sorry sir, please, I dont want to marry him. I want to be with you." The Phantom stepped closer to her his knees now touching the outsides of her knees. "Is that so, Christine?" As he spoke her name, she felt a shiver go up her spine, causing her back to arch towards him. "Why did you accept this then?" He threw down her broken necklace with Raoul's engagement ring on it. "He pressed me to! He wouldnt give me a chance to say no. He wouldnt listen. He wouldnt have it any other way. He frightens me too, Mouissure! I fear him more than i fear you." The Phantom stepped back, perplexed. "Why?" He threatens me. He pressures me. He told me if he had it his way, he would not allow me to sing anymore. Because, well, he fears it will bring me closer to.." "To What, Christine?" "To.. You." He let out another smile, this one more real, not as sarcastic. "He knows you have been in my life longer than he. He hates it." The Phantom pulled his knees up on the bed, on either side of Christine's thighs. "Where was he when you were a ballet dancer? When you were a chorus girl? Where was he BEFORE you made your big debute? When I was here for you, he was NOT! Its all about status with him, my dear Christine. You are nothing but a trophy.." He struggled through the word. "Fiancee.. to him."Christine reflected on his words, and nodded. I never thought about that. I guess i was just so excited to see him again that i lost my better judgement." "Remember that night.. after your performance in Hannibal?" "Yes" She replied, curious where he was going with this. "Those flowers he gave you?" she nodded her head, "yes." His face lit up. "He took those from Audrey before he entered your room. He did not buy those for you. He took them from someone else to give to you to try to impress you." She thought to herself that it was rather odd that he came with flowers, seeing as he just came to the Opera on a whim. He would have needed time to order a bouquet that beautiful. The Phantom leaned forward, and she pulled her hands off her chest to push him back. His eyes darted down immediately, and he grabbed her arms, pulling them up over her head as she lay on the bed. "You decided to move your hands, not me." He let out a true smile. She blushed, seeing his smile made her warm inside.
"Christine, I came here to tell you that tonight will be very big for you. You must remember these two things, alright my Angel?" She waited and listened. "Remember. Trust me completely. I will not lead you wrong, and i will not let anything bad happen to you. Second, and most important. When you sing.. Do not sing from here" He placed his hand on her head, then sat up and took a glove off. "Sing from here." He placed his bare hand over her left breast. This made her shiver lightly. The touch of his hand was warm, but it still send a shock through her body. He leaned forward and gave her a light kiss on the cheek, and she returned the kiss on his lips. She pulled her hand up to the back of his head making his lips lock tightly with hers. His body quivered at her actions and he openly accepted her motions. He dared to cross her boundaries by slipping his tounge through her parted lips. She openly accepted this my pressing her tounge against his, letting them twist together. Her body is on pins and needles for him. Something about him gets her this way, she loses all her control around him. What perplexes her most, is that she welcomes it. She does not fear it.
"Christine!" a voice called, and a heavy knock thumped the door. She parted the kiss with her Angel. "Its Raoul!" She exclaimed softly to the Phantom. He smirked. "So? The door is locked, my love. He cannot come in." Christine went to pull her arms up to push him off, and again, he caught her wrists and pressed them into the bed. "Christine, admit it. This excites you. The deceit... the betrayal... all of this.." He pressed his lips close to her ear. "Right under his nose." She looked at him, wanting to argue, but the more she thought, the more true his words were. He smiled and put his lips close to hers. "Kiss me my Angel" He cooed to her. "Christine! Open this door! I know your in there! Raoul shouted angrily. Though Raoul spoke with such fire, all she heard was the sweet whisperings of her Phantom. Being very obedient to him, she leaned in and kissed him deeply. He pulled back after a moment and stood up. "I must be leaving Christine. But remember what I told you. Remember." "Wait!" she cried out. He turned and looked at her. "What is your name, Phantom?" He paused and looked dumb struck. He had never been asked to share his Christian name before. "Erik" She smiled, and said "That is a beautiful name Erik." He returned the smile, a true smile, and pulled his cape around himself and in a flash of mist he was gone.
Christine sat up and walked to the door. "Raoul, im here, im sorry i was resting." "Christine, Let me in!" He demanded. "Im indesent, i fear you cannot see me like this." "You will soon be my wife! It doesnt matter, let me in I need to see you." He asked once more. "Im sorry Raoul, but you will just have to wait." Raoul then stormed off angrily. Little did Christine know that Erik was watching her though her mirror, smiling. 'She is mine.' He thought to himself. She continued getting ready and before she knew it, it was time for the Opera to begin.