A/N: This is a rather strange story. It was born in the Guild RP boards of Gaia but it has proved to be so much fun that I decided that it simply must be turned into a fic for others to enjoy. Because it is edited from a role play it is highly sympathetic to all chracters. And what strange things happen when those who play Raoul and Erik enjoy each other's humor too much...? Well that you will have to see for yourself. Because I play Raoul (and am a hard core Raoul fangirl) when a viewpoint must be picked it will usualy be his.
I must of course profoundly thank Janier Talign for being Erik and generaly hilarious and dark kakashinarutosasuk for being Christine and putting up with some major craziness on the RP she started in the first place.
Disclaimer: Neither I nor Janier Talign, nor darkkakashinarutosasuk, own Phantom of the Opera in any form except for coppies of soundtracks, DVDs and books. If we did we would be insanely rich. As things are Christine serves pizza, Erik serves chicken, and Raoul serves at a Mexican restraunt. Now on to the beginings of craziness. (note: this chapter is rather short, it just seemed like the best place to break)
Raoul jogged down the stairs to the chapel. Having not found Christine in her dressing room or the dormitories he figured she must be there - praying and thinking about her father, as she so often was. He felt a bit silly looking everywhere for her just because of some crazy feeling of disquiet about her safety. Still he couldn't shake it so here he was. Ah well - he would find her, assure himself that she was ok, and then they could spend the evening together, it wasn't as if spending time with the woman he loved was disagreeable. He smiled. He was quite looking foreword to it actually.
"Christine?" Raoul questioned entering the chapel. Happily she was there but she had a strange look on her face "Are you alright dearest?"
Christine looked up. "Raoul?" She ran over to him
Unseen, the Phantom muttered, "Damn him! Raoul is an insolent fool and an annoyance." He called softly, "Christine...Christine…Come to me Angel of Music...Come to me Christine."Hearing this, Christine turned from Raoul and began walking towards the voice A gloved hand appeared from the door next to the shrine, vanishing as swiftly as it appeared. Christine walked towards the door and turned the corner until she was out of sight of Raoul.
"Christine! What are you doing? Snap out of it sweeting!" Raoul, not hearing the subtle whisper was on the verge of panic at her strange trance like behavior. He started to follow her but Christine didn't seem to hear him. She was mesmerized by the voice which called her.
"Christine…" The Phantom stood before her, hand outstretched, "Come, my Angel of Music…" Christine took the hand and followed him. Unable to take her gaze away, he lead her down to his lair.
"Christine! Christine!" Raoul was now thoroughly spooked as he stood outside the chapel. She had just disappeared into nothing. "Christine! Where are you!" Raoul kicked at the wall in frustration. Then he heard the voice - a very male voice - talking to Christine.
"Christine, my Angel, why do you play such games with Raoul?"
It sounded like it was coming from further up the stairs so he ran up. A letter fell from seemingly nowhere. Raoul bent and picked it up, he broke the massive death's head seal and pulled out a black edged note "'Halt, or suffer'?" He muttered to himself. His eyes darkened, what was this? Where was Christine? Where had the note come from? "Show yourself!" he shouted at the emptiness. A malicious laugh echoed to Raoul, but no one appeared. The forlorn schoolboy within who had just lost his sweetheart fought the urge to cry but the man, sailor, and aristocrat in him rebelled. "Show yourself! Do not hide behind walls! Come out and face me! Whatever you are" the last words faltered as the awkward young boy momentarily got an upper hand
"Christine Daae is mine." the voice echoed around him , "But we shall meet in good time."
"I won't let you take her!" Raoul shouted valiantly, "You can't win her love by hypnotizing her! Let her go!" he shouted passionately "Show yourself! Or are you afraid to face me!" His face was uncertain and frightened at the challenge but he had said it with conviction.
"Raoul...Raoul...I don't have to hypnotize anyone. She comes willingly. Just ask, and you shall see. In the meantime. Remember--Keep your hand at the level of your eyes…" As the voice trailed off, Raoul clenched his fists - what was this waking nightmare he had stumbled into, and what did that last comment mean , where was Christine? He kicked at the wall again, which accomplished nothing more than a few stubbed toes. He yelled into the darkness again, little caring if the disembodied voice answered or even heard him - it was his personal manifesto "She will know you for the monster you are! You will not hold her soul in bondage forever! I swear it with my very life!"
The voice responded softly, "Then you will be short lived."
Breaking out of his anger and pain filled daze, Raoul walked back down to the chapel to pour his heart out in a desperate supplication to God to keep his Christine safe. He, mostly unsuccessfully, fought back tears of frustration and terror as he pleaded, kneeling in front of the portrait of Christine's father.
in the lair
"My dear Christine...Why do you play with the poor fop so? What does he mean to you?" The Phantom's seductive voice swept over her
"I don't know." Christine couldn't tear her gaze away from the piercing eyes
"He was someone from childhood...and that has passed, as so shall he. After all, I am teacher, and your guide. I saw your talent and taught you to sing.…"
"Yes. He was someone from childhood. I am grateful for your teachings and guidance. I am willing to learn more."
"Then abandon thoughts of Raoul!" He commanded. Christine nodded, one part of her didn't want to abandon thoughts of him; but the other part wanted to learn more. She stared into his eyes, unable to gaze away as she fell into his arms. Tilting her face up to him, he kissed her, and she returned the kiss
"Go back to the light and see Raoul." He said gently as he reluctantly released her, "I've no doubt of his concern, go tell him you are safe.…" He walked over to his numerous sheets of music, presenting her shortly thereafter with a leather-bound script, "I've written a new opera for the house. Take it. Make sure the managers follow my instructions. I sent them a letter…" He smiled enigmatically. Christine nodded and took the opera into her hands as she turned away. She looked back before disappearing around the corner. The Phantom had already vanished.