The Phantom of Disney
Author's Note: A long time ago, like a month ago, I began having dreams of the Phantom of the Opera cast being placed in the same situations of Disney characters. So, being a writer, I decided to write them down in hopes that someone would read them. Some stories will be easy for our beloved characters to play: Beauty and the Beast and Snow White to name a few. And then there's...Chicken Little. I swear that is going to be the most uncomfortable thing I will ever have to write. Ever.
All of the stories will go in order of their release. Every story will be a ship between Erik and Christine. There will be references to Love Never Dies mostly through the presence of Gustave in some of the stories.
And I'm just going to warn you: it's gonna get weird.
Snow White
Once upon a time there was a beautiful young girl named Christine Daae. She had large beautiful ruby lips. Long, curly, brunette hair. Her face was so pale, most called her Snow White.
The girl was supposed to be the princess of the land but a usurper king had forced her father and mother off of their thrones and were turned into peasants. The new king was going to turn all of the royal family into peasants, until he saw the baby girl of the king and queen. Christine was a beauty even in infancy. The new king declared that the girl would stay in the palace and but the king and queen should be banished.
The king and queen soon died of heartache after losing their precious daughter.
The Ghost King then gave the infant girl to his head of staff, Madame Giry, to raise. Little Christine grew up working as a scullery maid in the palace that she would have lived in. Despite the horrors and sadness around her, she grew up kind and gentle with much joy in her heart.
Little did she know that one day, the man who took everything from her would be the one to give her everything.
…
The king, a creature so dark and mysterious that he was nicknamed 'The Ghost King', had fallen deeply in love with the young Christine. He was one of the few who actually knew her as Christine. All of the staff referred to the young princess as Snow White.
He had always known that she would be beautiful, but what he did not expect was the beauty of her golden heart. She was such a kind soul. She loves everyone and everything unconditionally.
With such love in her heart, he knew that she could love him. He had every intention of marrying the girl and giving back her princess title. She would be his little princess and he just couldn't wait until she became his.
She loved more than anyone in the entire kingdom. Probably the entire world. And her looks were a gift from God for her kind nature.
No wonder his magic mirror claimed her to be the fairest of them all.
"Mirror mirror, on my wall," The Phantom said the spell, "show me the fairest of them all."
The mirror revealed his beautiful little creature.
She had long, curly hair the color and shine of bronze. Her large brown eyes reflected that of a young fawn's. Her lips were as red as blood. Her skin as white as snow. Her eyelashes as black as ebony. Even the rags that she wore could not mask her beauty. The Phantom had forced her to wear such a disgusting garment to hide her beauty from the world. He wanted only his eyes to see what she looked like in a beautiful ball gown.
Little Snow White was scrubbing the stairs. A seemingly pointless task considering the stone stairs were outside by a dirt path and would be covered in mud within the hour. But the king refused to let his palace be ugly so clean the outside steps she would.
She was singing, as she usually did as she cleaned. While she was 14, she still had the imagination of a child. She dreamed that someone would come and save her. No thoughts were in her head but thoughts of joy. No dreams within her heart but dreams of love.
"Hmhm." She hummed as a white dove flew from the tree into her hand. "Wanna know a secret? Promise not to tell?" She asked/sang to the bird.
The bird gave a head nod.
"We are standing by a wishing well." Little Christine said, gazing into water as more doves came to join her as she sang.
She carefully placed the dove from her hand onto the rim of the well. Then she tossed her bucket in to fetch water to continue her task.
"Make a wish into the well. That's all you have to do." She sang as a dove flew back to her, landing on her shoulder. Christine couldn't help but snuggle her face into the soft bird. "And if you hear it echoing, your wish will soon come true."
The king was watching the young princess with much interest. He had to wonder what she wished.
"I'm wishing." Christine sang into the well.
"I'm wishing." It echoed back.
"For the one I love to find me."
"To find me."
"Today."
"Today."
"Ah so you do dream of love, young princess." The Phantom reached out towards the image, his fingers longing to run themselves through her long brown hair. "I dream of love too, my dear."
"I'm hoping."
"I'm hoping."
"And I'm dreaming of the nice things."
"The nice things."
"He'll say."
"He'll say."
"You are beautiful, my Christine, inside and out." The Phantom said, seeming to answer her request. "My heart flutters at the very mentioning of your name. Your voice could beat the sweetest nightingale's song. Sirens would grovel before your talent. Beasts can be tamed just with just a measure of song from your voice."
As if she understood that he wanted to hear the beauty of her voice once more, she began to vocalize with herself. The Ghost King closed his eyes, soaking in the beauty of her delicate voice. He wished in his mind that her song was only for him.
"Love me, little angel. And I will give you all that you desire." His heart felt as if it would explode by just hearing the beautiful creature before him. "Please I must hear you sing for the remainder of my life. Oh my little nightingale, I wish to lock you in a gilded cage and keep you as my own."
"I'm wishing." Christine continued her song.
"I'm wishing."
"For the one I love to find me."
"To find me."
"Today."
"Today!" a voice, which was very masculine, said.
The Phantom opened his eyes to see a new figure on screen. He recognized him as that pesky prince, Raoul, from Denmark. The prince had come to Germany (the Phantom's kingdom) in order to sign a treaty of peace between the two countries. The Phantom saw his peace treaty useless because the countries weren't even at war. The king of Denmark obviously just feared Germany and wanted to be sure that war would never ensue between them.
"Oh." Little Christine said in shock of seeing the prince.
"I'm sorry, miss." Raoul said with an extravagant bow. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
Frighten her he did. She bolted, running away from the wishing well and that boyish prince and safely into the castle. The Phantom thought he had won, his prize safely away from the prince.
However, he was wrong.
"Now that I found you hear what I have to say!" The prince sang to her. "One song! I have but one song. One song only for you. One heart tenderly beating. Ever entreating constant and true! One love that has possessed me. One love thrilling me through. One song. My heart keeps singing of one love only for you!"
The Phantom thought it was a feeble attempt at wooing the girl and she would no doubt refuse such a pitiful act of love. But, to everyone's surprise, Christine threw down a white rose which the prince caught in his hand.
"I love you too." Christine said.
Oh the Phantom thought his heart would shrivel up and die. Her heart belonged to that love sick puppy!
"No!" The Phantom shouted. "Show me no more of this!"
The image on the mirror disappeared.
The Phantom rushed from his chambers with the intention of strangling that repulsive boy and then steal his little princess away into his room. However, on the way down, he ran into some of his staff. He quickly recognized on that would be the most useful to him and pulled his aside to an empty hallway.
"Your majesty." The man bowed. "How can I be of service?"
"You are a hunter, correct." The Phantom said, his voice powerful and controlling.
"Yes, your majesty."
"I need a favor. I will pay you handsomely for it."
"Anything, your majesty."
"Take that little girl, Snow White, out to that flower field outside of the castle." The Phantom instructed. "Keep her safe from beasts and other citizens for a little while. Stay there till I come for her. It will only be an hour at most."
"Snow White?" The hunter asked. "The young princess."
"She's not a princess. Yet."
"Yet?"
"You see, hunter. I have every intention of making her a princess once again."
"Your majesty...you care for Snow White?"
"More than life itself." The Phantom said.
"What do you want with her?"
"I want her heart." The Phantom said simply. "Now, quickly. Go find her and do as I say. And don't let anyone stop you."
The hunter ran off to find the girl. Oh he pitied the pure, delicate creature and the horrors that she would face. It was no secret that the Phantom was hideous underneath that half mask he always wore. Snow White would have to have a strong stomach to be able to view it. Not to mention his temper. The man, if you could call him a man, was easily angered. And then there was his violent nature. The hunter prayed that no harm would befall Snow White.
The Phantom made his way to the garden of his castle. His nose was overpowered by the sweet scent of the millions of flowers. He made his way through the lavish garden to his roses. He knew one thing about women: they couldn't resist flowers. He carefully picked one rose off of the bush and then used the dagger he carried in his pocket to cut off the thorns. Carrying the rose, he went back to his room. Once inside, he went to his dresser and opened up a small compartment. There laid a black ribbon and a beautiful diamond ring.
He tied the ribbon into a bow on the rose and then slid the ring onto the stem.
He was nervous. He was going to ask the girl to be his bride. He had to today or he would lose her forever to that boy. He refuses to lose her.
He had to win.
He had to get her heart.
…
Little Snow White was happily in the flower field, her mind filled with the thoughts of her prince. She was wearing a beautiful dress that her prince had bought her in their brief moments together. It had a blue top with red accents on the large sleeves. The skirt was sunshine yellow and went down passed her thighs. In her hair was a red bow tied on the top of her head.
She felt beautiful for the first time in her life.
"One song, I have but one song." She sang her princes love song that she treasured as if it was a diamond.
She then saw a little blue bird on the forest floor.
"Oh dearie. Are you hurt?" She rushed to the tiny bird, picking up the bird in tiny china doll hands.
Chirp chirp.
"Oh thank goodness you are not hurt. Where's your mama and papa?" She questioned next, not realizing that the hunter was watching her every move behind her.
Chirp chirp.
"Ok, sweetie. Time to fly up to your home." She lifted the bird up gently and watched it flap its wings. "Come on. You can do it. I know you can." She sweetly encouraged the bird.
Her kind words helped the bird to fly back up to its nest.
The hunter had made his way over to her. Apparently she did not see him come over but when her eyes finally saw the huge man, she screamed in fear.
"Don't scream, princess." The hunter said. "I'm sorry for startling you."
"No. I'm sorry for screaming. I should have known it was you."
"You are too kind for your own good princess." He said, relieved of having been forgiven by the princess. "Which makes me feel awful about what I am about to tell you."
"What's wrong?"
"The king. He...he..."
"He what?"
"He wants your heart."
Her hands flew over her heart, fearing the worst in his statement.
"You plan on killing me?" Her sweet voice trembled with fear, her eyes swimming with sudden tears. "I had heard rumors of him being a cannibal but I never thought that he'd..."
"No...I'm afraid he wants much worse." The hunter said. "He has fallen in love with you, princess. He wants to marry you."
"Marry me?"
"It would be a fate worse than death to become that devil's bride."
"Maybe...maybe it wouldn't be too bad." Snow White tried to reason, "I have heard from the staff that he had a rough life because of his face. Maybe he just needs some love."
"I will say it once again: you are too kind for your own good." The hunter said. "But you are mistaken. He is a violent, angry animal who will use you for pleasure and then kill you. You must flee princess! Go! Go into the forest and hide where the Ghost King shall never find you! If not for yourself, think of your prince and how he would miss you so dearly if you were married off to the monster. Go! Hide!"
Snow White, now terrified of what the Phantom would do to her, ran into the forest. The forest was even more terrifying than she first thought. She found herself screaming at everything. Eventually, she could bare the forest no longer and she collapsed on the floor, crying.
…
The Phantom had just finished setting up his plans. The gazebo was fully decorated in flowers and ribbons. There was a table in the middle with a nice lunch for two set out. The whole scene was highly romantic.
The Phantom was nervous. He wanted her to be his, but he knew that she must have hated him. He feared her reaction.
When he felt confidante enough, he mounted his black stallion and headed off into the nearby field of flowers where his bride was waiting.
He soon found the hunter in the small field.
"Where is my Snow White?" The Phantom asked.
"She...she..." He tried to think of a lie but was unable to, "I told her to run."
"What?!" The Phantom shouted.
"I couldn't just let you take that pure creature and force her to marry you."
"This offense could cost you your life."
"I am aware of that."
The Phantom soon called the guards who took the hunter to the dungeon. If he couldn't find Christine soon, he would kill that fool for revenge.
Sending her into the forest was a death sentence for his little Christine. But, he supposed that death would be a better option than marrying him.
That girl would be his!
…
When Christine's tears were spent and she finally had the courage to look up, she found herself surrounded by woodland animals.
"Oh. Hello there." She called the animals. "Sorry that you had to see me cry. I've just had a really rough day."
The animals got closer to her. Three bunnies hopped into her lap and a fawn rubbed its tiny head on her shoulder.
"Aw you are so cute!" She pet the tiny bunny's soft fur, "I wonder if Raoul likes animals. Hm...I wonder if the Phantom likes animals."
Just mentioning the Phantom sent the animals hiding.
"Oh I'm sorry." Christine said. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
With the reassurance, the animals came out of hiding.
"No one likes the king that much, do they?" Christine said her hand once again petting the small bunny in her lap. "He must be so lonely with everyone avoiding him like they do. I feel bad for him. Maybe that's why he wanted to marry me. Maybe he thought that I could love him. I pity him. Maybe I should go back to him…"
The animals looked at her with horror and shook their heads vigorously.
"I guess you don't want me to leave." Christine said, laughing a bit at the animal's behavior, "But I can't just stay in the forest. I can't go into a nest like a bird or in a hole like a bunny. Do you know where I can stay?"
The animals nodded their heads. A deer went over to Christine and grabbed a bit of her skirt with her mouth and led her through the forest.
"Oh ok. Lead the way. But could you let go of my skirt, please?"
The deer listened and let the skirt fall from its mouth. The animals led her on through the forest, away from the darker parts and into the light, cheerful and colorful part of the forest. Across the creek laid a tiny cottage.
"Aw! What a cute little cottage." Christine exclaimed.
Christine crossed the little bridge over the creek and came up to the front door of the small cottage. She rubbed some dust off of the window and peered inside.
"It looks empty." She declared. "Like no one has lived here for years."
Deciding that she would rather face the wrath of whoever may live in the house over becoming the bride of the Ghost King, Christine entered into the cottage.
What she found was a mess: piles of dirty laundry and dishes, dust an inch thick over everything and cobwebs in every corner.
"This won't do." Christine said, her bottom lip in a pout. "Whoever lives here clearly is not a clean person."
Christine and her army of forest animals continued to search the house, trying to find any sign of life. The only thing that told Christine that someone did live there was that the dishes looked like they had been used that morning.
"Oh how cute!" Christine declared as something caught her eye. "What a cute little chair!"
Looking around the messy table, she counted seven little chairs.
"Do children live here?" She wondered. "That would explain the mess. Surely their mother...oh…They must not have a mother. Oh the poor dears."
Christine never knew her mother or father. The Ghost King banished them from the kingdom when he usurped the throne and she never knew what became of them. She knew that she used to be a princess. This knowledge always gave her hope that one day she would marry a prince. Fate was cruel though: instead of Prince Charming she would probably end up with the Ghost King.
"I know what to do." Christine said, a smile on her face as she stood up, "I'll clean the house up. It will be a nice surprise for them when they get home."
So clean she did. She scrubbed dishes until her delicate hands were rubbed raw. She did the laundry. She even started making soup. Eventually she got tired and decided to take a little nap in the upstairs bedroom. She soon fell fast asleep on three of the tiny beds.
The owners of the house were dwarves. They were coming home from working in the diamond mines when they saw that the windows had light in them. This sent them into a panic, believing someone had broken into their house.
"We have to be careful." The leader, Doc, said as he approached the door. "Everyone have their weapons ready?"
The tiny men held up various mine equipment. Dopey held up a stick.
The men entered the house to find everything clean. They search the house for any sign of life, fearing a witch. They eventually made their way upstairs to their bedroom. What they saw horrified them: the unwanted presence was sleeping in their beds. They surrounded the bed, weapons drawn, and lifted off the covers ready to attack the creature.
However, right before their weapons met their target, they saw that it was no monster at all. It was a beautiful girl.
Christine's eyes fluttered open to find herself surrounded by 7 tiny men. She was instantly frightened and hide back underneath her covers.
"I'm sorry to frighten you, miss." Doc said. "We meant no harm. We won't hurt you."
"Could you...could you tell us your name?" Bashful asked.
Christine peeked her head out from under the covers.
"I'm...Snow White."
…
The Phantom's search for his princess was futile. The dense forest made it nearly impossible for him to go far. Within an hour, he returned to his palace losing hope on ever finding his beloved princess.
But, being a stubborn and intelligent man, he knew what to do.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall." He said to his magic mirror, "Where is the fairest of them all?"
A picture of a little cottage in the dark woods appeared. He saw that his beloved darling was dancing with those tiny dwarfs that worked in the diamond mines.
He knew exactly where she was.
The only problem was getting her back into his palace without her running off to Prince Charming or getting rescued by those pesky dwarves.
"How on earth am I supposed to have your heart, little Snow White?" The Phantom asked himself, his patience as waning as his sanity. "Oh I have an idea."
His idea was insane and dangerous. He rushed down to the dungeons of his castle and into his secret chamber where he practiced black magic. He searched through spell-book after spell-book until he found what he was looking for.
"Drought of living death." He read the potion allowed. "A poison strong enough to send the victim into an endless sleep that appears as if death has taken them. The victim can only be revived by true love's kiss. Perfect. My love for her is truer than anyone else's can be."
So he quickly brewed the potion. He then coated a green apple with the poison. The apple turned blood red.
"Perfect." The Phantom said, admiring his work. "No one can resist such a sweet and inviting fruit. As soon as the poison takes holds of her, I will have complete control of her. Then once I have her safely in my chambers, I will wake her from her slumber. She will be so grateful that she will take up my offer of marriage. I will have her heart."
…
Christine was home alone. The dwarves had gone off to work in the diamond mines. They had warned her to not talk to any strangers and to let no one in the house.
She was no longer wearing her dress from the prince. Instead she was wearing a white nightgown and robe. Her dress was outside, drying after being washed.
She was baking pies, with a little help from her animal friends. Grumpy had finally warmed up to her, which she was grateful for. So she made sure that she made his favorite type of pie: blueberry.
"Someday my prince will come…" She sang, flour covering her hands as she rolled out the crust.
Then she saw him. He was an older looking man on a black stallion. He wore all black, from his head to his toes except for the white bandages wrapped around the right side of his head. He looked lost.
"Excuse me sir." Christine called. "Are you lost?"
"I'd say so." The man's voice was deep and very masculine: almost hypnotizing. "I've been out here for 3 days. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere."
"Oh dear." Christine said. "Please. Let me help you."
Christine made her way to the door but as she was about the leave, her bird friends tried to force her back inside.
"Shoo. Shoo." Christine gently swatted the birds away. "He's lost and probably famished. I can't just let him go around helpless."
The man got off of his horse and made his way over to Christine.
"Here." Christine said. Grabbing the reins of the horse, "I'll take your house out back. You just go inside and make yourself comfortable."
"You are too kind, Miss…"
"Snow White." Christine said. "Most people just call me Snow White."
"Erik." He said. "My name is Erik."
Christine took his horse out back to the cistern and returned to find Erik sitting down on the couch.
"I will be right back with some lunch, ok?"
"Thank you, miss."
Christine came back with a tray of bread, cooked eggs and cheese. The two ate in silence. Christine couldn't help but trust the man. He behaved so gentle. Much like her Prince Charming.
"I thank you from the bottom of my heart, dear Snow White." Erik said. "There must be some way I can repay you."
"Oh it was nothing. You don't have too"
"But I must. You have been so kind to me. I must give you something in return." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a plump red apple. "It's not much, but please: take this."
"An apple?"
"Not just any apple, my dear." Erik said, placing the fruit into her small hands. "A wishing apple. All you have to do is make a wish, then take a bite and your wish will come true. I travel half way across the world to find it: but my dreams will soon come true and it would just be a waste. Surely there must be something that you wish for? Possibly a lover you wish to be with?"
"Well yes." Christine blushed. "There is someone."
"See? I know a young girl's heart. Is he handsome?"
"Well yes. But he's also kind and generous. And a wonderful singer."
"Well then. Make your wish and take a bite."
"Ok." Christine smiled from ear to ear. "I wish that the one who loves me will come and rescue me so that we can live happily ever after."
Erik couldn't help but give a smile as he watch his young princess take a bite.
"Do you feel anything, my dear?" Erik said, drawing closer to the girl.
"I feel…" She put her hand to her head. "Faint."
Christine fainted. Erik, knowing that this was going to happen, caught her before she hit the floor.
"Oh you are as light as a rag doll, my little princess." The Phantom said, cradling her close, her head tucked between his shoulder and his neck. "Now, don't worry. You will wake up soon enough."
The Phantom mounted his horse, his little princess cradled in his embrace. And sped off to his palace.
Once in his castle, he easily carried the unconscious maiden up to his chambers.
"There you go," The Phantom said as he placed her down on his bed. "You'll be very comfortable when you wake."
Christine looked so peaceful as she slept that the Phantom was contemplating on just leaving her be for a little while. He decided against it and gently kissed his little princess.
When he pulled away, he expected to see those beautiful brown eyes flutter open.
But they didn't.
"What?" He exclaimed in shock. "Why didn't you wake?"
He kissed her again.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
Again. Again. Again.
She didn't wake.
"No...No!" He shouted. "No! I love you so much! Why won't you wake?"
The Phantom sobbed at the side of his bed.
"No...I refuse to believe that you are not my true love. I love you more than life itself. You can't just be gone. I couldn't have...have killed you."
The Phantom king remained crying at her bedside for three days. When his tears finally ceased, he did the only thing he could think of.
No matter how much it hurt him to admit, he needed Raoul.
So, with a heavy heart, the Phantom wrote to the prince and told him to come quickly. Raoul arrived a few weeks later.
"What is the meaning of your letter? You were very vague." Raoul questioned the King as they made their way up the stairs to his chamber.
"It's Christine."
"Who?"
"Snow White you infuriating boy!" The Phantom said, his faith dwindling in this boy. "She consumed 'the drought of the living death' and only true love's' kiss can save her now."
"Snow? Oh no."
Raoul picked up the pace and ran up the stairs to save his lover.
The Phantom opened the door to his chamber and the two went inside.
Raoul rushed to Christine's side.
"Oh my poor darling." Raoul exclaimed, taking her hand in his before turning to the king. "All I have to do is kiss her and she will wake?"
"Yes…"
The Phantom was forced to watch the prince bend down and kiss Christine. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to endure. Watching another man kiss her was more painful than being beaten as a child or living a life alone. It broke his soul.
And it was all in vain.
"Why didn't see wake." Raoul asked, his voice quivering, his eyebrows knitted together "You said that kissing her would wake her up."
"It should have. I don't understand." The Phantom said, his heart shattering like a broken mirror. "True love's kiss was supposed to wake her up. She loved you and you love her. Why didn't it work?"
The Phantom was too heartbroken to do anything. Raoul was in charge of planning her funeral. It was decided that Christine would remain in a glass coffin, above ground, in case anyone was brave enough to claim to be her true love.
The Phantom would sit by her coffin for weeks at a time: just staring at her. More than once had he thought about stabbing himself in the heart and then dying beside her. But he would always stop himself before committing the act and remind him that living with the knowledge that he had killed Christine was worse than any punishment the devil could think up.
Months passed and soon spring arrived.
"The apple blossoms and roses are beautiful this year, my Christine. Of course none could hold a candle to your beauty." The Phantom said. "I know you love blossoms and roses. But red roses are your favorite."
The Phantom then went to a nearby rose bush and picked one up. He then removed the thorns and tied a black ribbon and the wedding ring he had once longed to give her around the stem. He then lifted the cover of the glass coffin up and placed the rose in her hands.
"I'm so sorry, my Christine." Tears filled his eyes once more. "I never wanted this to happen. I am sorry."
As a final goodbye, he bent down and gave her a light kiss on her lips before kneeling down beside her in tears.
Then a miracle happened.
Her eyes fluttered open and she gently sat up.
"What...where am I?" Christine said.
The Phantom looked up to see Christine awake.
"Christine?" He questioned his sanity a bit.
"You know my name?" She asked. "Who are you?"
"I'm...I'm Erik: the ghost king."
She tried to back away.
"You tried to kill me." christine said.
"No! I didn't mean to send you into an eternal slumber. Please princess." The Phantom grabbed her hands with one of his own and used the other to grab the rose. "I love you! I love you more than riches or music or this kingdom! I just wanted you for myself: I never wanted to hurt you."
"That apple...It had the drought of living death on it, right?"
"Yes."
"That can only be broken with…"
"True love's kiss."
"Your kiss woke me up?"
"Not the first time…" The Phantom said despairingly. "Why it worked this time, I have no idea."
"Did you...did you do anything to prove your love for me?"
It clicked in the Phantom's head why the kiss now worked.
"I...I let Raoul kiss you." He said. "I was willing to let you go, to lose you forever, so that you could wake up."
"You...you really do love me."
"More than I could ever express." The Phantom took the ring off of the rose and offered the sparkling gem to her. "Please...please say that you love me. All of me. Please...ignore my hideous face and past misdeeds. I love you."
To her own surprise, she smiled.
"I love you, Erik." Christine said. "It appears fate knows my heart better than I do. While you were responsible for my unexpected slumber, your loyalty and love also woke me up. You've changed. And it's who you have changed into that I love."
Christine then removed his white mask. His hand instantly went to cover his deformity, but Christine gently pried his hand away from his deformity.
"I love you, my angel. All of you."
Christine bent down and kissed his deformed cheek. In return, The Phantom kissed her hard and passionately on the lips.
A few days later, the happy couple were married. With Snow White's kind nature, the kingdom thrived and began to love and trust their king. Raoul, of course, was disappointed that he was not the fair Snow White's true love but soon got over it and married a sweet little blonde girl soon after their wedding.
The newly married King and Princess laid on their bed on their wedding night.
"The ceremony was lovely, wasn't it?" Christine said as her husband played around with the folds of her night gown.
"Was it everything you ever dreamed?" The Phantom asked.
"Everything except the groom." Christine teased. "You must understand that I never expected myself to find someone as perfect as you to be my husband."
"You are kind. Wrong, but kind." The Phantom bent down and passionately kissed her neck. "I love you, my Snow White. My Christine."
"I love you too, my angel."
Christine hated to admit it, but her wedding night was even more wonderful than her actual wedding. She felt loved and wanted every moment she spent with her beloved King.
The Kingdom loved their new princess. It was hard to tell who was overjoyed when the birth of Erik and Christine's son was announced: the kingdom or Erik.
Erik finally found happiness and everyone lived happily ever after.
The end.
Author's note:
Told you that it was going to get weird. Personally, I wanted this to be a whole lot longer, but as soon as I hit 5000 words I was like 'let's try not to bore them to death' so I made it shorter. Yeah this is the abridged version of this story.
Well I hope you enjoyed it. I plan on continuing this idea. But I will need a bit of help. Anyone have any ideas for 'Fantasia'? Feel free to leave a review with your ideas or PM me.
Only 55 movies to go.