Beneath the Paris Opera house, there is a dark, lurking figure. He haunts the Opera house and kills whoever opposes him. That is what the staff of the opera house say, but in actual reality, he is just a man passionately in love with a beautiful soprano. With whose voice he fell in love with, before the actual woman herself. But this "Phantom" has not been seen for a very long time.
Christine Daae. How even her name just infiltrates his very soul. Erik, The Phantom, does nothing but think of her. The voice so pure and haunting that it gives him shivers just thinking about her. Along to with her heavenly voice the most innocent and beautiful face he has ever seen. But along with all the love and passion there is a certain amount of hate and resentment. Raoul De Changy. That name too held special meaning for him, but in no way was it good. How he despised the Vicomte. He had stolen the one thing that mattered most to him in the world! The one thing he would die for! Christine.
"He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing…"
How true those words were. Raoul had only loved Christine because of all Erik had sacrificed. What he had done to make her a success. All to be shunned, for the Vicomte. But he could NEVER hate Christine. He could try, and he had, but nothing could make him have ill feelings towards her. To his dismay, he loved her unconditionally and with his whole soul. At this point in time all he wanted was to hear her sing once more.
"Til I hear you sing once more…"
"Erik?..." came a soft melodic voice from behind him. He knew that voice, how could he forget it. " Erik…I just wanted to say goodbye to you, because I'm going marry Raoul tomorrow, and we may never see each other again…" Christine said this with such sadness in her voice that it was almost unbearable for him to listen to. She gracefully stood to his side, and brushed her soft delicate hands across his broad shoulders.
Erik slowly took her hands in his and gently stroked them. How soft they were…how long he had longed to feel the warmth of her hands against his… Then Erik's hands slowly made their way up to her face. It was more soft and warm than her hands. He gently held her face in his large hands. Then they embraced for what seemed forever. They felt content as if nothing else in the world existed.
Then after a long moment of silence, they kissed passionately, like neither one of them had ever experienced. "Christine…must you marry that idiot Raoul?" Chrstine looked longingly into his eyes. "Erik…I don't want to think of anything else right now. So please just kiss me"
"At last our feelings beared, beneath a moonless sky"
Suddenly, Erik awoke in the middle of the night worried that it might all be a dream. But was relieved to look over and see Christine's soft body lying there beside him. But, he felt so ashamed of what they had done. And of what he was, that slowly he crept away into the night.
The bright sun glistened upon Christine, and she felt a warmth that felt so good upon her porceline skin. She gently reached over to embrace Erik, but his side was empty. "Erik?" Christine called out several times. She searched all about…but he was no where to be found…
"I woke to swear my love, but found you gone instead"