CHAPTER ONE!!!!(Chaptire Un)

AUTHOR'S NOTE:Hello everybody!!! I'm sorry I haven't started a new story in a while...
This one was already written in a journal, so chapters will be up 's some features
you should most likely know before reading this:

*Languages spoken:English,French, and Catalan.
*RATED 'T' FOR A REASON!!!!
*Chapters will be up every Monday
*I am working on a sequel

Well, I hope you enjoy my first chapter! I LUVS YOU!!!!

Dolç àngel de la Música

The phantom closed the curtains that spread over a gate and stony wall.
He turned towards his beautiful bride,almost forgetting his own ragged
appearance. Christine was almost certain that Raoul was coming, yet he
wouldn't appear. "Why?....Why do you do this?"Christine asked as he smoothed
back his hair and placed the mask back on.

"I asked myself the same,Christine the minute you pulled away my mask." he replied,
quieting her. Christine just stood by and tried her best not to act so guilty.
"I asked myself the same,angel,the day you commited yourself to another man." he continued.
"Especially when you wouldn't move on from the past..." He was keeping quite calm, but Christine
knew he was a master at self-control. " 'Why' is such a simple question for such a bleak affair."
he said, now facing her.

Christine sat down in the seat in front of the organ and sighed. He sat down next to her. "If we're
going to be married...I'd like to know your REAL name." Christine mumbled."Erik" he replied
stiffly. Christine rose and walked quietly away from him."Raoul...IS dead isn't he?"
she asked, her voice breaking. Erik knew that he couldn't tell her, but she would have
a hard time finding out on her own. "I don't know." Erik lied. She turned to him, but his face was expressionless
no compassion or sympathy. Christine began to cry, falling to her knees. Erik had grown accustomed
to hearing and watching her cry,yet it made him feel terrible.
She was probably still angry with him, but he pulled her into his arms. He whispered,

"Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through
For you"

Christine couldn't help but allow his warm grasp. Erik heard the mob's chant echoing down the tunnel.
He glanced down at Christine, her face a picture of bliss. Erik unfortunately broke the peace by heaving
one of the mirrors away and pulling Christine through with him. Christine,once inside,curled up against
the back wall. Erik pushed both edges of the curtain against the archway as the mob searched his lair.
Seeing as they found no one, a few soon left. "I really should start on a lock for the gate."He whispered to himself.
Christine watched his glittering eyes as he peered out into his home. Christine fell asleep trying to watch him.

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Erik lifted her carefully and carried her to his room. She was so light and delicate,he felt as if he were carrying a
porcelain doll. After setting her down, he began to whittle his lock. It would start as a wooden structure, and then be caste
in iron." Well, I had better go check on our dear friend." Erik said to himself, a sick grin appearing on his features.

Raoul was precisely where Erik had anticipated. His face still frozen in terror. "Well, at least Christine won't miss you for long."
Erik spat. Raoul still had air bubbles coming from his mouth, so Erik released the grate,dragging Raoul out of the pool.
"And you know, I still don't regret this. Any of this."Erik said, tightening a noose around Raoul's icy neck. After the
suffocation was done, he attached an iron weight to Raoul's ankle, causing him to sink to the very bottom of the pool.
Erik barely shuddered as he heard the sickening 'Thunk!' Erik lowered the grate all of the way, pinning Raoul to the bottom.
"Perhaps it is in all of our good fortunes that you rot in this watery grave." Erik hissed coldly.

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Christine awoke to the sound of the closing gate, and she stumbled out of bed to see. Erik was returning, and he held a rope in his hands.
"Why is the rope you carry stained with blood?" she asked, startling Erik a great deal. "I found it!" he lied again.
"Why do you insist upon keeping me here?"Christine asked."Only for your protection, dear angel. So that your voice may be preserved.
The world is so common, so vulgar, they will not even begin to understand your voice. The gods even peer out of the heavens
so that they may gaze upon your purity and beauty. That is why." he said,causing her heart to soften. Christine noticed his pained expression.
"I never said I did not feel for you."she offered quickly. "You may feel for me, but there will always be a part of me you do not care for."
Erik replied plainly. "I try to teach you not to love based upon appearance." Erik returned to his whittling.
"What have you planned for me?" Christine suddenly asked. "I plan nothing without your consent. Except for our wedding. And Don Juan Truimphant. And dropping sets on Carlotta..."
he chuckled softly. Christine choked on her laughter. Erik was pleased to have made her smile again. "I guess I don't give consent very often."
she replied sweetly. "You must be a good actress, Don Juan, you were giving me more consent than needed." he smiled at her.
"You're being seductive this evening." she sighed. "Verbally or physically?"he smirked, pressing her into him by pulling her waist.
"Well, I suppose both." she traced his mask carefully."Ah, I see." he made a delicious shiver course through her back.
"Lovely wedding night we're having."Christine sighed. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. "It seems to suit me quite well."
Erik pressed his lips to her neck. "El meu àngel de la música."he whispered. Christine dropped her resistance, it felt fantastically wonderful.
"What're you doing?"Christine asked as he lifted her, carrying her like a child. "No més preguntes, l'amor."Erik smiled slyly. He led her into his bedroom putting out candles as he went.