AN: I'm keeping my promise and not updating Music in You or Got Phantom on my other account, . until I have 5 more reviews. I also would like at least 5 on this story too. I just need motivation. This is a super long first chapter {for me anyway} that May or May Not be a one shot. It can become more chapters if you ask nicely. I love Christine so much . She's my favorite character, I also love R/C. R/C is cute but E/C is life. So no bad guy Raoul, whiny maybe, bad no. This is based off solely the book and this Phantom of the Opera game I played that gave me new ideas for the opera writing this story, I'm reading this scene in the book! I know this idea has been done many times before I just hope you enjoy mine. Read and review !
Apollo's Lyre
Christine Daae flew up the stairs, her blonde curls bouncing against her dress. Leaving for a breath of fresh air was the only action imprinted in her mind. She burst onto the roof, tripping on the stone edge of the door. Raoul de Chagny did not follow her up here, no he did know the way. If only to escape from the blazing eyes of Erik that followed her around the opera or the pestering of Raoul, constantly badgering her. On the hindsight, she should have to gone to the cemetery to visit her dear Papa. No one would think to find her there, not even him. She threw the gold ring , she still wore on her finger for she wanted to remain safely Erik's friend, onto the snowy ground. Christine couldn't bear to throw it off the roof. Her brief play of engagement with Raoul was foolish, that she knew ! In her naïveté she thought if would be like the games they played at Normandy, giggling to and fro. How simple of her mind to not think about the dire consequences ! Christine remembered Raoul's inane remark just days after she suggested they play at engaged.
" I shan't go to the North Pole ! " Raoul uttered one day, triggering Christine's realization of their silly little game, being more than a game to him. Yes. She should have gone to the cemetery, she could still feel Erik's gaze even up above the opera. Three domes sat on top of the roof and Christine leaned on one quietly. Her papa, her dear papa, had promised to send her an angel. His dark tales of the north and his simple parables about Little Lotte and her eyes as blue as the sky. Her Papa's warm comforting scent as he cuddled her in his arms. His grief, that he would not let her see, for he still missed his wife.
Christine walked to the edge of the roof and looked down at the city of Paris. Carriages and horses passed by as Parisians went about their daily nighttime lives. She shivered as a gust of wind blew open her cloak. Still dressed in her opera costume, she pulled the heavy cloak around her tightly. It would be so easy to jump and never look back. No more Erik and no more Raoul. She could be reunited with her Papa and Mother again, even Mama Valerius, for she died two weeks ago due to pneumonia . She backed away from the edge and sank down to the snowy ground. Her shoulders wracked with sobs as she prayed for her dearly departed. Yes, Christine was foolish, how could she not feel the fire of Erik's eyes following her.
She balled the edges of her cloak in her fists as she cried on and on. She should have never came to the roof. Looking at the velvet sky she noticed two peculiar looking stars. Strange and narrow, and almost golden ? Christine may be simple , but she knew better. She catiously approached the statue of Apollo.
It was a tall golden statue, holding a lyre, and felt hard and smooth as Christine brushed her hand on it. She peered around the statue but found nothing but darkness. Christine furrowed her eyebrows, she thought she saw him up here. She turned to leave the forsaken roof and gasped. Something tall and lean, like a panther in those storybooks her father read to her. The skeletal body that had always shocked her stood ramrod straight, the motionless mask staring blankly at her.
"Erik. Is that you ? "