Author's Note- I do not own anything from the Phantom of the Opera. I also do not copy other people's ideas. I would appreciate if you would show the same courtesy. The story will get more interesting, I am sure. I was just getting started here!
Christine stared out into the cold blankness that lay before her eyes. Cold blankness; that is all she had seen and felt ever since she left the Opera House with Raoul. She was still convinced that she did not love Erik, but yet she felt so cold and heartless without him there with her. But if she was heartless and cold without him there, then how could she be so cold and heartless when he was there? Her feelings were confused and mixed. She needed time to think.
"Christine, my darling, after waiting for so long, I finally have you by my side. We shall pack our bags and leave at once to whichever destination you desire. We shall leave this cursed city at once, leaving all of your fears behind with it."
Christine was touched, but not ready to leave. "Raoul, I am out of sorts. Please, let us stay here in Paris for a little longer. I feel we have more things to clear up."
"As you wish, Little Lotte."
Raoul pulled the carriage to a full stop in front of his home. Christine was assured that their financial needs would be taken care of for ages by the look of his house. She stood gawking at the mansion for several minutes, in which Raoul waited patiently for her to speak.
"Little Lotte, you are silent! Have you nothing to say to your fiancé?" Raoul asked while he watched Christine stare silently at his house.
"Raoul, where am I to stay? I must know so I can gather any little things I want to take with me."
"Why, Christine! You will be staying nowhere but with me at my home!" Raoul stated in surprise.
"I would think not, Raoul De Chagney! I told Erik I would not break my innocence with him, and I will not break it with you until we are officially entwined in marriage."
Raoul was somewhat shocked by the rage that was in her voice. She would have made someone thought he had done wrong to her! "Why, of course, Little Lotte. You may have your own room in my home until we leave." He offered politely.
"No, I wish to stay at a hotel, if you do not mind. I would be much more comfortable there." Christine replied in a flat tone. "Please, take me to a hotel now. I am weary and need to rest."
After arguing a few moments with his beloved, Raoul agreed that Christine would stay at a hotel until they left. He climbed into the carriage, and, after stealing a rapid glance of concern at Christine, set route for the closest hotel.
After arriving at the hotel, Raoul paid for a full three weeks stay. He left Christine a fair amount of francs for buying new gowns and trunks for their trip. Christine was very tired, as she had said before, and retired without supper to her room, leaving Raoul confused and hurt.
After returning to her room, Christine sat on her bed and wept. She was utterly confused, tired, and broken. She could not get the image of poor Erik out of her mind. Poor, unhappy Erik. I should have not left him there all by himself. He could be killed! Christine thought to herself. Silly girl, Erik can take care of himself! After many hours of weeping and crying, Christine decided to sleep. She had told Raoul she was tired. The least she could do was do what she told Raoul she would do. Having no nightgown, Christine crawled in bed with her wedding dress on, and fell into a deep slumber, having odd nightmares about an angel…of music.
