Title: The Forlorn Lair
Author: o0Alanna0o
Rating: T maybe going on M
Warnings: There might eventually be explicit scenes in the future...
Summary: One possibility added to the other thousands: When Raoul and Christine do not stay together, what will she do when her angel sings to her again? When her past haunts her, where will her road lead? ...and what does an angel do with a broken heart?
A/N: I have a pretty detailed image of how the background of my story is set: I completely follow the happenings of the musical, which means for example, that the opera does not burn down at the end. Nevertheless I like the settings of the film very much, so they are what I have in mind while writing. My Phantom has Gerard Butler's looks and Michael Crawfort's voice. Christine's voice and looks are both Emmy Rossum's. There is just one exception: The point of no return is sung by Emmy Rossum (logically) and Gerard Butler. This might not seem too important to you, but it matters very much to me because the two of them put so much more sensuality, sexuality and passion into it.
Prologue
Christine saw his dark shape moving towards her with the grace of a big cat.
He was clad, as he always was, with tight black trousers and a white shirt with quillings, which underlined his broad chest.
Around them was darkness and she could barely figure out the surroundings.
She lifted her head and realized that he now stood in front of her.
Slowly and a little uncertain she took a step forward to look directly in his dark, nearly black eyes which were glowing in the dark.
She could hear his steady breathing, feel the warmth his body was radiating and smell his familiar scent, earth and a faint breeze of roses.
His gaze burned on her face, but he remained quiet and so did she and although half of it was hidden under the white mask, she could see, that his face was serious when he bent down to her.
She closed her eyes, his lips brushing hers in a feathery light kiss…
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Christine startled awake.
She opened her eyes, however she could see nothing but the bright moon, shining through a gap in the heavy curtains.
Absently she touched her lips, searching the room for someone.
It was empty.
She could feel herself trembling and got up from her bed to get some fresh air.
Through the opened window, she saw the few lights of the city, casting long shadows on the streets.
For a long time she just stood there and let the cold air of the beginning winter cool her heated skin until she could barely feel her toes and fingers.
Still trembling, but now because of the cold, she closed the window and the drapes and crawled back under her warm covers.
After a while, she felt herself humming a melody, she had not heard for at least four years.
It comforted her and yet, she felt sad about it.
Drifting off into sleep, she let the melody float on in her mind, seeing the man with the mask before her, singing with his beautiful intoxicating voice, until she finally fell asleep, the music filling all her dreams.
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour…
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TBC