A.N: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in this story from Phantom of the Opera. I did give our papier-mâché musical box monkey his name, so I own it as applied to him. The only thing he says is from Robert Englund's Phantom of the Opera.
This is most like a one-chapter short story thing. If I get good reviews, I might continue or extend, whichever feels right for it. So please R&R! And also please read my other fic, Le fantome et son ange!
The lair was dark and cold, and the sense of fear, anger, and pain filled the air. Against the portcullis, two men were fighting for the affection of the young woman standing on the shore.
"I fought so hard to free you!" the younger one, Raoul, the Vicomte de Chagny, cried.
The other man, Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, tightened the lasso around Raoul's neck and checked the ropes holding Raoul to the portcullis. He turned back to Christine, his deformed face twisted into fury and pain.
"You've past the point of no return!" he yelled, tears welling in his eyes as he realized he was losing.
The young girl, Christine Daae, stood helpless as her angel of music threatened to kill her lover. Erik, in his desperation, had dressed her in a wedding dress that he had made for her. She looked at Erik, her own pain reflecting in her eyes.
"Angel of music, you deceived me. I gave you my mind blindly."
Erik's defense nearly fell, but a whimper from the Vicomte made him regain his composure. He yanked on the noose rope.
"You try my patience. Make your choice!"
Christine looked from Erik to Raoul, and she collapsed, sobbing. Both men wanted to run and embrace her, but they had to stand their ground and prove their point. For a moment, all that was heard was Christine's sobbing. Then, faint music drifted through the lair. Christine looked up, recognizing the music. She sang along softly and looked around for the music box. She found it next to the organ, the monkey atop clashing its cymbals. A faint voice was heard coming from it.
"I am Benjamin," it said mystically. "Your father has sent me. I am your angel. All of your lessons have led to this moment. We will make music that the world will love forever. Take the last step to me. To your destiny. To eternity."
Christine looked at Benjamin, mystified. Erik and Raoul looked to each other, then back to Christine. Erik shrugged his shoulders.
"Huh… I never knew he could talk…" Erik said to himself.
Christine turned to Erik and Raoul, a look of finalization on her face.
"I've made my choice. I choose…"
To Erik: "Not you… but you are really hot…"
To Raoul: "Not you… though you are kinda cute…"
She turned and ran, kneeling down in front of the monkey musical box and picking it up gently.
"I choose you, my angel!"
Quickly she stood up and ran out of the room with the musical box. She didn't look back even once. Erik and Raoul looked at each other, bewildered.
"Oh shit…" Raoul muttered. "She just left us for a monkey…"
Erik nodded. After a moment, he took the lasso off of Raoul's neck and undid the bindings. They both ran after her through Paris, until she reached a giant field. They stared as she started prancing through the field of flowers, twirling herself and Benjamin around in circles. All of a sudden, she tripped, and fell rolling down the hill. Erik and Raoul just watched, then Erik turned to Raoul.
"How old are you?" he asked.
Raoul replied, "Twenty-one. I'm legal. You?"
"Fifty…" Erik said, looking back to town, then to Raoul again. "I need a beer. Wanna get a drink?"
Raoul nodded and they walked back to town, and into a bar. In the distance, Christine stood up, grasping the monkey. She checked him, then herself, then yelled to no one:
"We're O.K!"
fin.