Chapter 1
Author's note/disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera. Okay thank you to all of my reviewers no matter how harsh the review, the formatting is partly the fault of my word program. As for speech difficulties in the characters perhaps I should make one thing clear. This was started out as a role play which was started in shear boredom and the only character I can take credit for writing was that of Christine all other characters where written by Mrs DeBris something which I fully intend to fix in following chapters. I put this story under my pen name because she did not care to post it on ff.n One last note I have finaly found someone who will help me continue this so work should begin soon. In the meantime, as soon as I can get it off of my laptop I have a new story for here and several new poems. If you don't like my work than don't read it.
Christine Daae woke up in her room in Erik's lair. It was the morning after Raoul had left after literally being threatened within an inch of his life....
Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, sat composing, completely absorbed in his work. Sharp notes sprang through the walls, it was a wonder that the girl hadn't awoken earlier.
Christine walked into the next room where Erik sat composing, purposely walking with heavy footsteps to announce her presence...she remembered all too well the last time she snuck up on Erik while he was composing...the time she first saw what was under his mask...
Erik immediately took his hands off of the keys, jotting down a note or two before turning to look at Christine. "Good morning, my dear, I trust you slept well?" he inquired, standing up.
"Quite well, thank you." Said Christine with a shy smile.
"That's always wonderful." Erik replied, a very faint smile on his own lips.
Christine nodded. "Now that Raoul has gone, and you don't need to worry about him, will I be returning to the Opera to further my career?"
Erik gave her a nod. "Yes, of course. I can't imagine the company being half as good without you, Christine."
Christine sighed in relief, for a moment there she was afraid he would think she was trying to leave him and that would be bad...Lord knew Erik had a temper...
"Although you must keep to your promise." Erik suddenly added, staring at Christine.
"Of course, I promised I would stay with you Erik and I will. You have no need to fear my leaving you, Erik." Christine said praying he wouldn't press the subject any further .
"I know I can trust you, my dear," He began. "Now then, when would you wish to return to the opera? Every choice in the world lies in your hands, Christine." He asked.
"If you could find out what and when the next performance is for me, then we can send a note to the managers announcing my return... or if I'm not to fond of performing whatever the opera is that there showing I could stay here for a while longer."
"Of course. I do believe they are performing Faust for this season...how do you feel about the role of Marguerite?"
Christine nodded, knowing it was one of Erik's favorite Operas. "Its one of my favorites." She said warmly.
"How delightful," he remarked, although the tone of his voice sound more directed towards himself.
"Would you care for some tea Erik? I believe you like Russian tea, right?" Christine said, trying to figure out something to do since she guessed Erik wanted to get back to his composing.
"Tea would be quite helpful indeed, thank you Christine," Erik replied politely, turning back towards the organ.
Christine went to make the tea, all the time wondering when Erik would write the note of her return to the opera. She couldn't wait to see the look on La Carlotta's face when she once again sang Carlotta's part. More music began to float through the walls as Erik began to compose again. Christine sighed and a few minutes later went into the next room with two cups of tea. "Erik, um... here's your tea." she said standing next to him looking for a place to set it.
"Thank you, Christine," he said, turning and looking at her. "Oh, here, give that to me." he added, taking the tray from her hands. Christine handed him the tray and set her cup on a near by table, then returned for the tray to take it back into the kitchen.
Erik placed his teacup next to Christine's and handed the tray back to her when she returned. "Is there anything else I can get for you, Erik?" Christine said.
"I don't believe so, thank you Christine," he replied, glancing around the room.
"Okay then, if you're sure, Erik." Said Christine and wondered when she would be able to return to the Opera. She couldn't wait to see La Carlotta's face and she really wanted to start singing again.
"When would you like to return to the Opera?" Erik asked her, looking back up.
"I don't mean to sound like I'm trying to get away from you Erik, because I'm not, but I would like to return to the Opera as soon as possible. I'm anxious to see my friends again and to sing." said Christine looking down and trying to figure out what Erik's reaction to that might be. She didn't want to hurt his feelings and she didn't want to upset him.
"Of course, if you're feeling well, my dear. How does your throat feel? God forbid that you kill your voice by stressing it. That would be a terrible disaster indeed."
"I'm feeling fine... a little nervous though, the managers are bound to ask a lot of questions..." Said Christine anxiously. Erik nodded, thinking this over.
"I'll write them a note and make sure they comply. After that, you'll be back in the opera, my dear." Christine smiled at him glad to be going back, she was glad she had chosen to stay with Erik but after what happened last night she really wanted to be back at the Opera to get her mind off of this whole mess.
"Well, what would you care to do today?" Erik asked her, clasping his hands behind his back.
"I'm not sure...is there any thing in particular you would like to do today?"
"Not at all." He replied, shyly meeting her gaze.
"Okay." said Christine simply, and she looked toward the sheet Erik had been writing on, wondering what it was. Erik followed her gaze and looked towards his piece of music.
"Ah, that. A simple composition of mine..."
"Would you play some of it? What I heard was beautiful." said Christine eagerly.
"Thank you, Christine. Would you really care to hear some?" He asked, barely meeting her gaze.
"Of course," Exclaimed Christine "It's beautiful!"
Erik looked at her for a moment before sitting down. "If you wish it, Christine."
"Thank you, Erik." She said, smiling. He began to play, becoming completely absorbed in the manuscript in front of him.
Christine listened completely enthralled by the music; she had always loved it when Erik played for her. After finishing, he turned to look at her.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked her, hoping she had.
Christine smiled broadly. "Yes, very much Erik."
He nodded. "Good. I'm quite glad." Christine smiled, humming a bit of the tune he had just finished playing and then switched to part of the ' Jewel song' from Faust. Noting the song that she had switched humming to, Erik looked at Christine and sighed.
"I do believe that I should send you back up to the opera now, Christine," he said.
Christine, noticing the sigh frowned a bit, "Is anything wrong, Erik?" She asked, worried. Erik shook his head, standing.
"Nothing at all, Christine." She smiled at Erik and sighed, a bit nervous still at the thought of going back......and facing all those questions.... "You needn't answer any questions...I'll write a note to the managers before you return."
"Thank you. I think I would go mad trying to answer there questions if you didn't." she said with feeling.
"And I think I would be greatly saddened if you were to go mad," He replied, picking up a quill. Christine giggled at that remark and then put her hand over her mouth as though she couldn't believe she had done that. Erik half-smiled to himself, drawing out a piece of paper and scribbling down a note to the managers.
Christine smiled at the thought of finally going back. "Hand this to the managers -- it should explain everything." He told her, handing her the note.
"All right," was all she said, her resolve to go back wavering a little. Somehow sensing her decision beginning to waver, he looked at her.
"Christine, I know that you will be much happier up there than down here..."
"You're right, Erik." She replied nervously. 'Well' she thought 'I guess this is it...'
"I know you'll do well," Erik said, bringing his hand to his sides. "Would you like me to accompany you back upstairs?" he asked her suddenly, realizing that she probably didn't know the way.
"Um... yes please." she said, looking around and realizing she didn't really know how to get back to the Opera.
Coming to the shore of the lake, Erik steadied the boat, motioning for her to get in. Christine got in and suddenly remembered the first time she had been down here after being taken through her mirror. Following Christine, Erik got in, beginning to push the boat towards the other bank. Christine sat in the boat and hummed part of the song they had sang together that first time she had come down here. Hearing her hum, Erik continued, landing on the other side of the lake and helping Christine out. Christine got out and said "Well I guess this is good bye Erik..."
"I assume you'll be wanting to continue with your lessons?" he asked her quickly.
"Yes of coarse..." 'WHAT WAS I THINKING?!' she screamed at herself mentally. Erik nodded, glancing towards the ceiling.
"Good luck, Christine," he said. Christine walked the rest of the way to the Opera house.
Author's note/disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera. Okay thank you to all of my reviewers no matter how harsh the review, the formatting is partly the fault of my word program. As for speech difficulties in the characters perhaps I should make one thing clear. This was started out as a role play which was started in shear boredom and the only character I can take credit for writing was that of Christine all other characters where written by Mrs DeBris something which I fully intend to fix in following chapters. I put this story under my pen name because she did not care to post it on ff.n One last note I have finaly found someone who will help me continue this so work should begin soon. In the meantime, as soon as I can get it off of my laptop I have a new story for here and several new poems. If you don't like my work than don't read it.
Christine Daae woke up in her room in Erik's lair. It was the morning after Raoul had left after literally being threatened within an inch of his life....
Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, sat composing, completely absorbed in his work. Sharp notes sprang through the walls, it was a wonder that the girl hadn't awoken earlier.
Christine walked into the next room where Erik sat composing, purposely walking with heavy footsteps to announce her presence...she remembered all too well the last time she snuck up on Erik while he was composing...the time she first saw what was under his mask...
Erik immediately took his hands off of the keys, jotting down a note or two before turning to look at Christine. "Good morning, my dear, I trust you slept well?" he inquired, standing up.
"Quite well, thank you." Said Christine with a shy smile.
"That's always wonderful." Erik replied, a very faint smile on his own lips.
Christine nodded. "Now that Raoul has gone, and you don't need to worry about him, will I be returning to the Opera to further my career?"
Erik gave her a nod. "Yes, of course. I can't imagine the company being half as good without you, Christine."
Christine sighed in relief, for a moment there she was afraid he would think she was trying to leave him and that would be bad...Lord knew Erik had a temper...
"Although you must keep to your promise." Erik suddenly added, staring at Christine.
"Of course, I promised I would stay with you Erik and I will. You have no need to fear my leaving you, Erik." Christine said praying he wouldn't press the subject any further .
"I know I can trust you, my dear," He began. "Now then, when would you wish to return to the opera? Every choice in the world lies in your hands, Christine." He asked.
"If you could find out what and when the next performance is for me, then we can send a note to the managers announcing my return... or if I'm not to fond of performing whatever the opera is that there showing I could stay here for a while longer."
"Of course. I do believe they are performing Faust for this season...how do you feel about the role of Marguerite?"
Christine nodded, knowing it was one of Erik's favorite Operas. "Its one of my favorites." She said warmly.
"How delightful," he remarked, although the tone of his voice sound more directed towards himself.
"Would you care for some tea Erik? I believe you like Russian tea, right?" Christine said, trying to figure out something to do since she guessed Erik wanted to get back to his composing.
"Tea would be quite helpful indeed, thank you Christine," Erik replied politely, turning back towards the organ.
Christine went to make the tea, all the time wondering when Erik would write the note of her return to the opera. She couldn't wait to see the look on La Carlotta's face when she once again sang Carlotta's part. More music began to float through the walls as Erik began to compose again. Christine sighed and a few minutes later went into the next room with two cups of tea. "Erik, um... here's your tea." she said standing next to him looking for a place to set it.
"Thank you, Christine," he said, turning and looking at her. "Oh, here, give that to me." he added, taking the tray from her hands. Christine handed him the tray and set her cup on a near by table, then returned for the tray to take it back into the kitchen.
Erik placed his teacup next to Christine's and handed the tray back to her when she returned. "Is there anything else I can get for you, Erik?" Christine said.
"I don't believe so, thank you Christine," he replied, glancing around the room.
"Okay then, if you're sure, Erik." Said Christine and wondered when she would be able to return to the Opera. She couldn't wait to see La Carlotta's face and she really wanted to start singing again.
"When would you like to return to the Opera?" Erik asked her, looking back up.
"I don't mean to sound like I'm trying to get away from you Erik, because I'm not, but I would like to return to the Opera as soon as possible. I'm anxious to see my friends again and to sing." said Christine looking down and trying to figure out what Erik's reaction to that might be. She didn't want to hurt his feelings and she didn't want to upset him.
"Of course, if you're feeling well, my dear. How does your throat feel? God forbid that you kill your voice by stressing it. That would be a terrible disaster indeed."
"I'm feeling fine... a little nervous though, the managers are bound to ask a lot of questions..." Said Christine anxiously. Erik nodded, thinking this over.
"I'll write them a note and make sure they comply. After that, you'll be back in the opera, my dear." Christine smiled at him glad to be going back, she was glad she had chosen to stay with Erik but after what happened last night she really wanted to be back at the Opera to get her mind off of this whole mess.
"Well, what would you care to do today?" Erik asked her, clasping his hands behind his back.
"I'm not sure...is there any thing in particular you would like to do today?"
"Not at all." He replied, shyly meeting her gaze.
"Okay." said Christine simply, and she looked toward the sheet Erik had been writing on, wondering what it was. Erik followed her gaze and looked towards his piece of music.
"Ah, that. A simple composition of mine..."
"Would you play some of it? What I heard was beautiful." said Christine eagerly.
"Thank you, Christine. Would you really care to hear some?" He asked, barely meeting her gaze.
"Of course," Exclaimed Christine "It's beautiful!"
Erik looked at her for a moment before sitting down. "If you wish it, Christine."
"Thank you, Erik." She said, smiling. He began to play, becoming completely absorbed in the manuscript in front of him.
Christine listened completely enthralled by the music; she had always loved it when Erik played for her. After finishing, he turned to look at her.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked her, hoping she had.
Christine smiled broadly. "Yes, very much Erik."
He nodded. "Good. I'm quite glad." Christine smiled, humming a bit of the tune he had just finished playing and then switched to part of the ' Jewel song' from Faust. Noting the song that she had switched humming to, Erik looked at Christine and sighed.
"I do believe that I should send you back up to the opera now, Christine," he said.
Christine, noticing the sigh frowned a bit, "Is anything wrong, Erik?" She asked, worried. Erik shook his head, standing.
"Nothing at all, Christine." She smiled at Erik and sighed, a bit nervous still at the thought of going back......and facing all those questions.... "You needn't answer any questions...I'll write a note to the managers before you return."
"Thank you. I think I would go mad trying to answer there questions if you didn't." she said with feeling.
"And I think I would be greatly saddened if you were to go mad," He replied, picking up a quill. Christine giggled at that remark and then put her hand over her mouth as though she couldn't believe she had done that. Erik half-smiled to himself, drawing out a piece of paper and scribbling down a note to the managers.
Christine smiled at the thought of finally going back. "Hand this to the managers -- it should explain everything." He told her, handing her the note.
"All right," was all she said, her resolve to go back wavering a little. Somehow sensing her decision beginning to waver, he looked at her.
"Christine, I know that you will be much happier up there than down here..."
"You're right, Erik." She replied nervously. 'Well' she thought 'I guess this is it...'
"I know you'll do well," Erik said, bringing his hand to his sides. "Would you like me to accompany you back upstairs?" he asked her suddenly, realizing that she probably didn't know the way.
"Um... yes please." she said, looking around and realizing she didn't really know how to get back to the Opera.
Coming to the shore of the lake, Erik steadied the boat, motioning for her to get in. Christine got in and suddenly remembered the first time she had been down here after being taken through her mirror. Following Christine, Erik got in, beginning to push the boat towards the other bank. Christine sat in the boat and hummed part of the song they had sang together that first time she had come down here. Hearing her hum, Erik continued, landing on the other side of the lake and helping Christine out. Christine got out and said "Well I guess this is good bye Erik..."
"I assume you'll be wanting to continue with your lessons?" he asked her quickly.
"Yes of coarse..." 'WHAT WAS I THINKING?!' she screamed at herself mentally. Erik nodded, glancing towards the ceiling.
"Good luck, Christine," he said. Christine walked the rest of the way to the Opera house.