So like a fine painting produced from a brilliant artist was that young chorus girl turned star over a period of one night as she sat before that mirror idly brushing her hair with a golden handled comb and gazing upon her reflection with dazed to near lifeless eyes that held within them dreams and encounters that not a one from the Paris Opera would dare believe. Ah yes, the Phantom had struck at the core and took the life of a naive Christine and molded that meek personality to near prima donna status with skillful manipulation and yet with complete adoration of that familiar face. Such a lovely face whose pale features cast upon every man a longing to protect her and hold her fragile form within their arms. Especially that young noble fellow they call Raoul. Raoul. A punishment dealt to the already burdened form of the angel of music sitting on the opposite side of the mirror intently watching Christine preparing herself for a performance. A performance he knew well that his lovely bird, Christine, would do glorified justice.
"Christine........angel...." The very low baritoned whisper of the Phantom's hypnotic voice slowly raptured the air with multitudes of beauty as it caressed into the air and past that mirror to his fascination named Christine. Ah such a voice belonged with the Heaven's choir singing loud for a God who had long ago forsaken the deformed face of that Phantom....that Erik. The brightness of blue eyes, glittering like the gem sapphires, arose to life and put animation upon Christine's face as within her ears that voice enveloped itself and briskly wrapped around her heart to tug at her veins as if to make herself and that lovely sound as one. To be one with an angel she believed her beloved father to have sent to her allowed Christine the right to imagine all her childhood dreams once again. To bring them to life once more as she had once thought them buried within that grave her father now lay at peace within.
To her slipper clad feet she stood slowly with liquid elegance as her hand dropped to her side and allowed fingers the releasing of that comb to gently flutter down toward the ground, quickly forgotton there as she stared with intensity upon her reflection to, perhaps, see a presence somewhere that contained that voice. She had not seen her mysterious teacher before which was rather odd for he seemed such as a refined man who would surely have nothing to hide and would surely not be so modest of his many talents for he was, as Christine had told herself many a time, a man of vast experience and knowings. Yet no vision of him did appear before her eyes save for every once and while when she swore inwardly that she fleetingly viewed shadows upon the walls of a tall figure cloaked in black as she was rehearsing or performing upon the Opera's elaborate stage. One of Christine's tiny hands lifted toward the glass of that mirror slowly to press her open palm longingly upon the cool surface, permitting a trance-like silence to take her into that world she had learned to look forward to ever since she first heard the sweet, melodic whisper in the air of that angel.
"Christine, sweet Christine so child-like and naive, you dare give me the same fascination you have rewarded that meddling Raoul just an hour ago when he was within your very dressing room bestowing upon you the redness of roses he so disgustingly compared with the color of your lips and the softness of your skin." Erik's piercing eyes of light steel blue now lie emotionless with grief and anger as he looked past his pupil toward the very spot near the door upon a brown oak table where those twelve roses sat perfuming the air with the scent of Raoul's foolish want of Christine. Yes but those flowers could be likened to the fragile persona that was his singing bird could they not? Such beauty....he would never have.
"I forbid you, child, from this day forth to have contact with him at all. Your mind needs suitable lacking of thoughts of him, child, and I must insist that as long as you wish me to grant you more teachings of proper vocal development you must also turn away this......man...." Erik choked back the want to call him an utter fool as his voice boomed forth past the mirror toward the frail woman slowly backing away with fear toward the door as if she meant to turn and run from the thunderous sound. Such a sight was that everlasting fear upon Christine's face that put within the Phantom's being a sense of guilt that forced his Heavenly voice to lower once more to civil mannerisms. "...Christine...Angel....You fail to realize, child, my only wish in this world is for you to be happy and successful. As of late I have begun to believe that you are greatly melancholy with something that maybe far beyond my control now."
Erik spoke of his burning fuse that shot forth the stinging blow of his inhuman anger that riled upward so easily these days but more so as he made note that Raoul was posing himself between he and Christine far too closely and too often for his liking. How he wished that he could dispose of this Raoul without harming the innocent heart that was his prima donna. Prima donna, indeed. Still after months of working in secrecy with Christine he found that she needed, with each moment, a firm word or lecture to somehow build forth the astounding loss of confidence she had as a result of elongated sadness. How he hated to be firm and harsh with the woman he had in such a short time grown to love to amounts most high yet he found if he didn't show her his harsh ability that she would begin to flutter away. Flutter away to "him". How Raoul displeased him.
In the short amount of silence that gave Erik this rush of thoughts upon Raoul's steady rising demise conjured by his own morbid inclinations it was the sweetness of a soprano voice that rang from silken lips hued rose red that brought him swifly to the there and now of the moment, failing to have noticed the slow steps of Christine's return to the front of the mirror and her narrowed gaze of wonder that could only be projected to herself at the moment for he feared, yes feared, to show himself to her. But he would show! Oh yes he would most definately show himself to wisk Christine away should Raoul continue forth with his voicings of love and marriage to his Christine.
"Even in your harshest words, Angel, your words ring like a peaceful song of contentment and care that none except my father and R-...." She paused abruptly as she nearly uttered the name she had been forbidden to say while Erik, still watching Christine behind that mirror with love, suddenly tensed his entire skeletal yet elegant form with immense anger willing itself to be released upon the world with fierce conviction. "..None except my Father have shown, Angel. How could someone so beautiful put me in a state of melancholy?" Erik parted his parched lips as Christine spoke and inaudibly released a painful sigh of longing to release the lever of the mirror and allow that lovely creature on the other side to come forth and slip into his old arms.
"My only wish, Angel, is to see the magnificence that lays behind the beauty of that voice. Please, I beg you to come forth and visit my eyes." Christine now pressed both of her hands upon the mirror in such a pleading way that broke Erik's heart all over again for her. He loved her as no other man would love her at all. Not even the love of that boy Raoul could compare to the constant pounding of Erik's heart that rhythmically beated rapidly every time he was near to Christine. Upon that moment of imploring from her he loved her a little bit more as his intelligent eyes fell upon the halo of light upon her tresses of brown ringlets falling upon her slender shoulders to whisper softly upon the silken robe of ivory put upon her lithe form and permitted his thin lips a small smile of love to appear as he outlined her face. A lovely face he thought to himself as he raked his gaze upon that small nose wrinkled so now with urgency to see something she was better of being ignorant to, watched her satin lips as she bit lightly upon her bottom lip's flesh, and took great pleasure in the sapphire glitter of her eyes. Such love from such a person destined never to love in his days and he would forever curse God for being so uncompassionate to him.
"When the time is right, Christine, I shall show myself but, alas, the time for such viewings is cruel and undetermined" Erik spoke now in a voice of complete softness that Christine had to struggle to hear "For now, child, heed my warnings that I have offered on this night and stay away from your young nobleman."
The silence that suddenly rose from nothing was startling to Christine yet the main denotation that her Angel, for now, had left her to her thoughts but, more correctly, left her to ponder upon those warnings issued to her. Christine knew plainly from the easy rousings of Erik's anger that she should be highly wary of the eerie disgust and calm had in her angel's tones as he spoke of Raoul and his frequent visits to her not to mention the dozen roses he offered to her arms before, and sometimes after, every performance she dealt upon the stage. Within her heart she realized that Erik would not stand by and allow Raoul to easily steal her attentions and focusings upon his teachings but how did she banish such an old childhood mate from her life so easily as Erik wanted her to? She couldn't. Or wouldn't she? Either way she was slowly beginning to fear the wrath of an unseen man if she didn't and had begun to fright from the wonderings of what would become of her if she did relinquish her connection to Raoul.
Ah but such conflicting emotions she couldn't deal with now as she slowly turned away from the reflection of herself in the mirror to bend and retrieve to her that golden comb upon the floor she used to resume fixing her cascading locks of brown that blanket her shoulders in preparing herself for the performance of Carmen. How silly she thought herself to play the role of a gypsy woman who gave herself so easily over to love when she, herself, had trouble even understanding the meaning. She sighed softly as she sat herself down before the mirror once more and cleaned her mind of any thought but the coming performance as she parted her lips to begin that awkwardly beautiful vocalization that had first brought that angel to her.
End Part 1
"Christine........angel...." The very low baritoned whisper of the Phantom's hypnotic voice slowly raptured the air with multitudes of beauty as it caressed into the air and past that mirror to his fascination named Christine. Ah such a voice belonged with the Heaven's choir singing loud for a God who had long ago forsaken the deformed face of that Phantom....that Erik. The brightness of blue eyes, glittering like the gem sapphires, arose to life and put animation upon Christine's face as within her ears that voice enveloped itself and briskly wrapped around her heart to tug at her veins as if to make herself and that lovely sound as one. To be one with an angel she believed her beloved father to have sent to her allowed Christine the right to imagine all her childhood dreams once again. To bring them to life once more as she had once thought them buried within that grave her father now lay at peace within.
To her slipper clad feet she stood slowly with liquid elegance as her hand dropped to her side and allowed fingers the releasing of that comb to gently flutter down toward the ground, quickly forgotton there as she stared with intensity upon her reflection to, perhaps, see a presence somewhere that contained that voice. She had not seen her mysterious teacher before which was rather odd for he seemed such as a refined man who would surely have nothing to hide and would surely not be so modest of his many talents for he was, as Christine had told herself many a time, a man of vast experience and knowings. Yet no vision of him did appear before her eyes save for every once and while when she swore inwardly that she fleetingly viewed shadows upon the walls of a tall figure cloaked in black as she was rehearsing or performing upon the Opera's elaborate stage. One of Christine's tiny hands lifted toward the glass of that mirror slowly to press her open palm longingly upon the cool surface, permitting a trance-like silence to take her into that world she had learned to look forward to ever since she first heard the sweet, melodic whisper in the air of that angel.
"Christine, sweet Christine so child-like and naive, you dare give me the same fascination you have rewarded that meddling Raoul just an hour ago when he was within your very dressing room bestowing upon you the redness of roses he so disgustingly compared with the color of your lips and the softness of your skin." Erik's piercing eyes of light steel blue now lie emotionless with grief and anger as he looked past his pupil toward the very spot near the door upon a brown oak table where those twelve roses sat perfuming the air with the scent of Raoul's foolish want of Christine. Yes but those flowers could be likened to the fragile persona that was his singing bird could they not? Such beauty....he would never have.
"I forbid you, child, from this day forth to have contact with him at all. Your mind needs suitable lacking of thoughts of him, child, and I must insist that as long as you wish me to grant you more teachings of proper vocal development you must also turn away this......man...." Erik choked back the want to call him an utter fool as his voice boomed forth past the mirror toward the frail woman slowly backing away with fear toward the door as if she meant to turn and run from the thunderous sound. Such a sight was that everlasting fear upon Christine's face that put within the Phantom's being a sense of guilt that forced his Heavenly voice to lower once more to civil mannerisms. "...Christine...Angel....You fail to realize, child, my only wish in this world is for you to be happy and successful. As of late I have begun to believe that you are greatly melancholy with something that maybe far beyond my control now."
Erik spoke of his burning fuse that shot forth the stinging blow of his inhuman anger that riled upward so easily these days but more so as he made note that Raoul was posing himself between he and Christine far too closely and too often for his liking. How he wished that he could dispose of this Raoul without harming the innocent heart that was his prima donna. Prima donna, indeed. Still after months of working in secrecy with Christine he found that she needed, with each moment, a firm word or lecture to somehow build forth the astounding loss of confidence she had as a result of elongated sadness. How he hated to be firm and harsh with the woman he had in such a short time grown to love to amounts most high yet he found if he didn't show her his harsh ability that she would begin to flutter away. Flutter away to "him". How Raoul displeased him.
In the short amount of silence that gave Erik this rush of thoughts upon Raoul's steady rising demise conjured by his own morbid inclinations it was the sweetness of a soprano voice that rang from silken lips hued rose red that brought him swifly to the there and now of the moment, failing to have noticed the slow steps of Christine's return to the front of the mirror and her narrowed gaze of wonder that could only be projected to herself at the moment for he feared, yes feared, to show himself to her. But he would show! Oh yes he would most definately show himself to wisk Christine away should Raoul continue forth with his voicings of love and marriage to his Christine.
"Even in your harshest words, Angel, your words ring like a peaceful song of contentment and care that none except my father and R-...." She paused abruptly as she nearly uttered the name she had been forbidden to say while Erik, still watching Christine behind that mirror with love, suddenly tensed his entire skeletal yet elegant form with immense anger willing itself to be released upon the world with fierce conviction. "..None except my Father have shown, Angel. How could someone so beautiful put me in a state of melancholy?" Erik parted his parched lips as Christine spoke and inaudibly released a painful sigh of longing to release the lever of the mirror and allow that lovely creature on the other side to come forth and slip into his old arms.
"My only wish, Angel, is to see the magnificence that lays behind the beauty of that voice. Please, I beg you to come forth and visit my eyes." Christine now pressed both of her hands upon the mirror in such a pleading way that broke Erik's heart all over again for her. He loved her as no other man would love her at all. Not even the love of that boy Raoul could compare to the constant pounding of Erik's heart that rhythmically beated rapidly every time he was near to Christine. Upon that moment of imploring from her he loved her a little bit more as his intelligent eyes fell upon the halo of light upon her tresses of brown ringlets falling upon her slender shoulders to whisper softly upon the silken robe of ivory put upon her lithe form and permitted his thin lips a small smile of love to appear as he outlined her face. A lovely face he thought to himself as he raked his gaze upon that small nose wrinkled so now with urgency to see something she was better of being ignorant to, watched her satin lips as she bit lightly upon her bottom lip's flesh, and took great pleasure in the sapphire glitter of her eyes. Such love from such a person destined never to love in his days and he would forever curse God for being so uncompassionate to him.
"When the time is right, Christine, I shall show myself but, alas, the time for such viewings is cruel and undetermined" Erik spoke now in a voice of complete softness that Christine had to struggle to hear "For now, child, heed my warnings that I have offered on this night and stay away from your young nobleman."
The silence that suddenly rose from nothing was startling to Christine yet the main denotation that her Angel, for now, had left her to her thoughts but, more correctly, left her to ponder upon those warnings issued to her. Christine knew plainly from the easy rousings of Erik's anger that she should be highly wary of the eerie disgust and calm had in her angel's tones as he spoke of Raoul and his frequent visits to her not to mention the dozen roses he offered to her arms before, and sometimes after, every performance she dealt upon the stage. Within her heart she realized that Erik would not stand by and allow Raoul to easily steal her attentions and focusings upon his teachings but how did she banish such an old childhood mate from her life so easily as Erik wanted her to? She couldn't. Or wouldn't she? Either way she was slowly beginning to fear the wrath of an unseen man if she didn't and had begun to fright from the wonderings of what would become of her if she did relinquish her connection to Raoul.
Ah but such conflicting emotions she couldn't deal with now as she slowly turned away from the reflection of herself in the mirror to bend and retrieve to her that golden comb upon the floor she used to resume fixing her cascading locks of brown that blanket her shoulders in preparing herself for the performance of Carmen. How silly she thought herself to play the role of a gypsy woman who gave herself so easily over to love when she, herself, had trouble even understanding the meaning. She sighed softly as she sat herself down before the mirror once more and cleaned her mind of any thought but the coming performance as she parted her lips to begin that awkwardly beautiful vocalization that had first brought that angel to her.
End Part 1