I usually don't like doing song fics but since this is a musical I made an exception Enjoy!
Dark Waltz
By Anni Re
The world was still, painted in black and white, the once definite lines of everything tangible scratched away by the paranormal. The world was his, his Opera house, his purgatorio y paridisio, and his world was silent, unnaturally so. But Erik didn't question it. The stillness of the hall didn't affect him. Nothing really seemed to affect him as he walked, his feet not making a sound as he walked over the long beams of wood, the seams seeming to guide him unconsciously in one definite direction. The lines lead him to a stage, the stage, his stage, no, not his stage, it was her stage; it was always her stage, the center of his world.
And there she was, in the center of his world, literal color amid back and white. She wore the dress from the aria from Hannibal. It was his favorite memory of her, other than his wild delusions of her in a wedding dress. She had diamonds in her chocolate brown hair, and her equally as brown eyes shined in the light of the dim chandelier that hung above all their heads when all the world was crying out her name for the first time. Her cream colored skin dusted with a rosy blush blended nicely with the crisp ivory of her dress. Her eyes that were staring out into the empty audience but with an expression as if thousands were there suddenly turned to face him, and only he was there. She raised her small, feminine hand and beckoned towards him.
He stepped out onto the stage, and from his foot pooled color, spreading until it finally encompassed his world at the moment she took his hand. He looked at the set that was revealed behind him and saw that it was his lair, and exact replicate from five stories beneath their feet. He looked out into the house and saw the seats packed. He started slightly at their expectant faces, but Christine put her hand on the unmasked side of his face and turned it to look into her eyes. He sighed at her touch.
Christine ran the tip of her finger over his parted lips before dropping to her hand to her side and beginning the aria. Their aria.
We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the color runs together
Christine took his hand and wrapped it around her waist.
I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Won't sing with destiny forever
She began to lead him in a dance slowly around the stage
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
They stopped dancing and they were in the center stage again. Christine looked up at him, a small smile on her perfect face. Words suddenly seemed to flow from his mouth.
Timed dancers whirling fast
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven
He pulled Christine closer to his body, feeling her contours against his skin, her scent filling his nose, her eyes guiding his voice.
Sacred geometry
With movement like poetry
Christine began to sing in harmony with him.
Visions of you and me forever
He led the dance and Christine fully took over the song
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
He swirled her with more gusto, more passion, more desperation as the lines and the color began to fade.
Let the dark waltz begin
Let me wheel, let me spin
Let it take me again
And then darkness took him for a second, before Erik opened his eyes from the dream. Erik trembled with exhilaration and despair as he gathered what had transpired, what was just an illusion for him. He rose from his bed and as if still in a dream he stumbled into the water in front of his lair, exactly where on the stage he would be with Christine if he were still being indulged by his dream. He turned and looked into a light that struggled to pass through the stone to the lake below. In the light he was Christine's face, smiling, waiting.
Turning me into the light
Erik's voice quivered as he finished the song looking desperately at her face in the light until the beam quivered and was gone from him, taken, obstructed by a force far above him. He ran his hands over his face one hand feeling soft, salt water stained skin, the other feeling the hard unemotional tooled leather. His knees gave out and the water splashed around his body as he collapsed into the shallow lake, his eyes staring at where the light once was, waiting for her to return to him.
Finis
