MOBS: Angry people who solve hard heartwreching problems with a quick solution- KILL THE FOP!
"Pitiful Angel of Darkness, what kind of life have you known? God gave me courage to show you, you are not alone!" She sung to me. As she stepped closer my body went stiff. And then…
…her glorious lips upon mine. An explosion of passion, of suppressed feelings erupted from that kiss. I had been so surprised, so shocked. No one had ever kissed me before, no one, not even my own mother. And now, now this beautiful young angel in disguise was here kissing me as if she loved me…
And that was the question wasn't it? Did she love me? Or was she simply doing this out of pity, or prayer that I will let her precious little fop go? I pulled away from her, I wanted to look into her eyes to discover the truth but they remained closed. But a smile of contentment remained on her lips, as her hand reached up to trace them in remembrance not disgust.
I knew I had to let her go. I couldn't condemn her to this darkness. I went to step away but her arms suddenly shot out and held mine. My eyes returned to her face, questioning. Her eyes finally opened and all I saw in them was passion and love. Her lips sought mine again.
The kiss lasted longer this time. I finally had the courage to touch her, my hands splayed on her waist. Her arms flung about my neck in response as she pulled me closer. I felt as if I was being devoured, and I liked it. I felt her lips part lightly under mine in a silent invitation. I needed no more before I plunged into her. My tongue went into her glorious mouth and they swirled and danced. Her kiss said what her words dared not.
And I heard it strongly then. A mob, a mob was coming and I had to get her out of here. If they saw her with me they'd kill her too. I wouldn't happen. I slowly pulled away, looking into her confused eyes.
"Oh, Christine…" I whispered. "You must go, flee into the light, marry your Vicomte, and forget about Erik."
Her head shook with disbelief, "No, no I will not leave you again! If you love me, don't make me do this!"
I kissed her forehead; "I love you, Christine, always. But it's safer this way; leave now, before it's too late.
I removed myself from her embrace and released the fop, "Take the boat, leave me here, go now don't wait," I told him. "Just take her and go, before it's too late."
"Go." I said. Raoul grabbed Christine and started to drag her out. But she fought and hesitated.
"Erik, please. I love you…" she beseeched.
I wanted to reply, but the mob was getting too close, much too close for comfort. "GO NOW! GO NOW AND LEAVE ME!"
And Raoul finally managed to drag her from my lair. I watched from the window as he pooled her forever out of my life.
I was going to turn when I heard a shriek that I knew to belong to Carlotta, "There he is, there's the Phantom! Shoot him! Shoot him now!"
I wondered how they could see me from that distance. Only when it was too late did I decipher their meaning. The gunshot echoed loudly through the caves, a loud splash was heard, and a loud scream overlapped the gunshot's mighty battle cry.
The scream still echoed throughout the caves like so many forgotten ghosts as the tiny boat tipped over, sucking Raoul de Chagny's corpse down to the bottom of the lakes murky depths and Christine's fragile body into the icy black water.
MOBS: Angry people who solve hard heartwreching problems with a quick solution- KILL THE FOP!
I watched with eerie attachment, hope shinning in my eyes as I waited for her to resurface.
Her head came above the water long enough for her to cry out- "Erik, help! My dress is too h-!"
The dress was pulling her down! She was going to drown if I didn't help. I heard several splashes and I knew that people were jumping in from the other side to come to her aid. But I knew that the lake was too vast, she would be dead by the time they reached her.
I ran down to the main level and ran out to the decks, diving in. The cold water did little to effect me as I swam to the spot where I saw Christine last. I dove under searching for her body. I followed the bubbles that where rising to the surface at a steady rate. And I found her. Her hair was about her face in a halo, her eyes closed. She almost looked angelic…
But if I didn't do something, she would be an angel. I put my arms around her waist for the second time this evening as I pulled her to the surface. Carefully but swiftly I swam to the surface. Finally pulling her to the dock I lifted her into my arms, wrapping my discarded cloak around her.
I paused for a moment, debating in what to do. The men were almost at the site of my discarded boat, close enough to see us, close enough to shoot us. I had to decide what to do now. My home was no longer safe…
… but I knew a friend who would never deny me access.
Quickly running out of the Rue Scribe gates, I fetched the nearest carriage and gave the driver the directions to Nadir's home.
"Pitiful Angel of Darkness, what kind of life have you known? God gave me courage to show you, you are not alone!" She sung to me. As she stepped closer my body went stiff. And then…
…her glorious lips upon mine. An explosion of passion, of suppressed feelings erupted from that kiss. I had been so surprised, so shocked. No one had ever kissed me before, no one, not even my own mother. And now, now this beautiful young angel in disguise was here kissing me as if she loved me…
And that was the question wasn't it? Did she love me? Or was she simply doing this out of pity, or prayer that I will let her precious little fop go? I pulled away from her, I wanted to look into her eyes to discover the truth but they remained closed. But a smile of contentment remained on her lips, as her hand reached up to trace them in remembrance not disgust.
I knew I had to let her go. I couldn't condemn her to this darkness. I went to step away but her arms suddenly shot out and held mine. My eyes returned to her face, questioning. Her eyes finally opened and all I saw in them was passion and love. Her lips sought mine again.
The kiss lasted longer this time. I finally had the courage to touch her, my hands splayed on her waist. Her arms flung about my neck in response as she pulled me closer. I felt as if I was being devoured, and I liked it. I felt her lips part lightly under mine in a silent invitation. I needed no more before I plunged into her. My tongue went into her glorious mouth and they swirled and danced. Her kiss said what her words dared not.
And I heard it strongly then. A mob, a mob was coming and I had to get her out of here. If they saw her with me they'd kill her too. I wouldn't happen. I slowly pulled away, looking into her confused eyes.
"Oh, Christine…" I whispered. "You must go, flee into the light, marry your Vicomte, and forget about Erik."
Her head shook with disbelief, "No, no I will not leave you again! If you love me, don't make me do this!"
I kissed her forehead; "I love you, Christine, always. But it's safer this way; leave now, before it's too late.
I removed myself from her embrace and released the fop, "Take the boat, leave me here, go now don't wait," I told him. "Just take her and go, before it's too late."
"Go." I said. Raoul grabbed Christine and started to drag her out. But she fought and hesitated.
"Erik, please. I love you…" she beseeched.
I wanted to reply, but the mob was getting too close, much too close for comfort. "GO NOW! GO NOW AND LEAVE ME!"
And Raoul finally managed to drag her from my lair. I watched from the window as he pooled her forever out of my life.
I was going to turn when I heard a shriek that I knew to belong to Carlotta, "There he is, there's the Phantom! Shoot him! Shoot him now!"
I wondered how they could see me from that distance. Only when it was too late did I decipher their meaning. The gunshot echoed loudly through the caves, a loud splash was heard, and a loud scream overlapped the gunshot's mighty battle cry.
The scream still echoed throughout the caves like so many forgotten ghosts as the tiny boat tipped over, sucking Raoul de Chagny's corpse down to the bottom of the lakes murky depths and Christine's fragile body into the icy black water.
MOBS: Angry people who solve hard heartwreching problems with a quick solution- KILL THE FOP!
I watched with eerie attachment, hope shinning in my eyes as I waited for her to resurface.
Her head came above the water long enough for her to cry out- "Erik, help! My dress is too h-!"
The dress was pulling her down! She was going to drown if I didn't help. I heard several splashes and I knew that people were jumping in from the other side to come to her aid. But I knew that the lake was too vast, she would be dead by the time they reached her.
I ran down to the main level and ran out to the decks, diving in. The cold water did little to effect me as I swam to the spot where I saw Christine last. I dove under searching for her body. I followed the bubbles that where rising to the surface at a steady rate. And I found her. Her hair was about her face in a halo, her eyes closed. She almost looked angelic…
But if I didn't do something, she would be an angel. I put my arms around her waist for the second time this evening as I pulled her to the surface. Carefully but swiftly I swam to the surface. Finally pulling her to the dock I lifted her into my arms, wrapping my discarded cloak around her.
I paused for a moment, debating in what to do. The men were almost at the site of my discarded boat, close enough to see us, close enough to shoot us. I had to decide what to do now. My home was no longer safe…
… but I knew a friend who would never deny me access.
Quickly running out of the Rue Scribe gates, I fetched the nearest carriage and gave the driver the directions to Nadir's home.