A Series of Chemical Operas
I'm stalking you
Yeppers! I'm making a whole new series of phantom of the opera songfics! They're just a series of oneshots. I hope you enjoy them. If you can't figure out the band, then that's not cool. I'll tell you at the end…
Cemetery Drive
Christine was very happy with her life at the moment. She was married to Raoul, she had kept her opera career as a singer, and she was even moved up to Prima Dona! Life certainly was going good for her.
At least, until a strange disturbance happened when she visited her father's tomb…
This night
Walk the dead
In a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates
It was his voice. Her former angel. The Phantom of the Opera. But he was caught long ago and hanged. It couldn't be him, yet here his voice was, as clear as day.
In the dress your husband hates.
She was, very well, wearing the same dress she wore during her performance during Duan Juan Triumph. It was all she had left to wear for her clothes were dirty at the moment. The maid still needed to finish the chores.
Way down
Mark the grave
Where the searchlights find us drinking by the mausoleum door
And they found you on the bathroom floor
What is he talking about? This never happened. Or is he prophesying? He could very well be torturing her at the moment. And was the door her father's mausoleum door?
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss
Had made it so hard
Now fear was creeping in. The only ones to know of her kiss with the Phantom of her, Raoul, and the Phantom himself. Raoul would never do this to her. What the bloody heck is going on?
Back home
Off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
It isn't that much fun
Staring down a loaded gun
Now she was trying to figure out the words. Maybe the gun was from the police officers there to capture him. But he stayed there, just so he could be near her…
So I won't dying
Won't stop lying
If you want I'll keep on crying
Then it finally hit her. He let himself get caught because he knew he could never be with her. An awful feeling of dread crept into her stomach. This was scarring her a lot.
Did you get what you deserve
Is this what you always want me for
Did she really? She betrayed her angel, found a new, handsomer, and, well, richer angel? Did she always want him for someone to talk to, not listening to a word he said? Just, leaving all her troubles on him…
I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard
It did make it hard. It made it harder for her to forget him. Forget those lips…
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down… way down… way down into her heart. She hasn't been there in a long time. Maybe her life as she thought…
I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of you kiss
He continues to use the line that made it all the harder for her. She moved not, yet her heart traveled a long, and much needed journey.
That made it so hard
When will I miss you
When will I miss you
So far
When? You will always miss her…
And the collision of you kiss
That made it so hard
Made it so hard
Made it so hard… made it so hard…
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
And his voice disappeared. Faded away with the words. Christine desperately searched for him. She called out to him. She yelled and screamed, but he did not show.
She could hear the hooves of the horses clattering on the cold cobblestone of the street near the cemetery. Newly added by the Vitcomt de Changy himself. Raoul knew Christine would visit often. He might as well make it easier for her travel.
She slowly arose. Glancing behind her once she was about to enter the carriage. The summer's sun fading into the earth, melting colors within the sky.
She entered the carriage, and waited for it to start. For a few minutes, nothing happened, but then-
I am the angel of music
The Phantom's voice rang throughout the carriage, only to be heard by her. Then, he appeared on the seat across from her. Hair the same, yet the rest changed. He had long, white robes. In his hands held the sword and the scythe for protection of the world against their sins the demons who cast them. You couldn't see his feet. You could barely see his face. His mask still there, but his face radiated with godly wonder.
"Angel…?" Christine quietly whispered. The Phantom just nodded and vanished out of no where.
"What did you say Madam?" The coach driver asked. Christine just stayed silent. Not bothering to answer the plump man's question.
All she could do was think about what just happened between her and her angel.
No, that wasn't right. Her and the angel…
A/N: YEAY!!! First chapter!! How did you like it… I thought it decent. Well, R&R please!
Oh! And I do not own either Phantom of the Opera, nor do I own My Chemical Romance's song or their name, or them in particular…
BYEZEZ!!!
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