A/N: We had our first freewrite in English today. I've created rules for myself. One, every freewrite will be dedicated to Phantom. Two, they will all be posted. Three, they won't be edited, only typed exactly as written. Four, it must be written entirely in the ten minutes of class I have to write.
In this, Christine is eleven. This might continue for a few more drabbles.
Erik POV:
Watching, waiting.
I see her walking by. I urge myself- grab her. She knows that I have been trying to pick a day to bring her to my lair, but I can't. Not when she hasn't even seen the mask...
I move through the rafters, grabbing the handrails to avoid tripping. Christine's voice has improved drastically over the past month. She is far better than that arrogant diva already.
I return to my lair, deciding that I will at least let her see the mask tonight.
Christine POV:
Three hours of dance, two of blocking. I still have to rehearse with my angel, as well. He left me a note under my pillow- I am to meet him onstage tonight.
As I arrive, I see something center stage. I approach it, lifting it carefully. A white porcelain mask.
It can't be...
My angel...
He isn't-
"Now sing this song with me, our strange duet."
I freeze. "Who is there?"
"My power over you grows stronger yet."
I lunge for the door, but I feel something close around my wrist.
"And though you turn from me to glance behind..."
I spin slowly, looking up at the mask.
"The Phantom of the Opera is here..."
"Inside my mind."