Satin fabric of soft burgundy, flowing down her hips. A mask of intricate feathers and weavings of beads cover her soft brownish-green eyes. Plump lips layered with a soft brown lip stick. She was prepared to meet her love, the Phantom, as most people called him.
Cutting through the back of the opera house, and the crowd of performers, getting ready for there next show, she climbed the top staircase and up to the chandelier level. There he stand, across from the magnificent chandelier. "Come," He whispered in her thoughts, a smile spreading across the half of his face that wasn't covered in his powder white mask.
She willingly sprinted quietly towards him, closing the space between them quickly, as she carefully leapt into his strong arms. His smile widened and showed her his nearly perfect teeth.
"Oh, Erik, How I've missed you." She stared into his eyes, glad as not to see them full of the same sorrow and sadness from the first time she'd seen him. "I've missed you as well, mon amour." She smiled and kissed him passionately, but carefully. "Come, mon amour, your home is waiting."
The Phantom took her by her hand gently, and they disappeared through a door in the wall, hidden by the paint and theme of them.
She was pulled along as the Phantom sang softly in her head. She was in complete bliss, as she always was when he sang to her. Her soul lifted and she felt herself become his, fully.
Once they were there, the Phantom stopped singing. At this, she looked at him in instinct. He picked her up carefully and carried her across the water between them and his sanctuary. Setting her down on the solid ground, he took off his cloak and wrapped his hands around hers. "Oh, mon amour." The Phantom whispered to her sweet nothings, keeping her close as she enjoyed the sound of his voice.
Suddenly thinking about the night she had left him, she wanted to be sick. How could she not trust this man? He had guided her, taught her all she knew now. How could she have treated him so ugly? She shivered and felt a pain in her lower stomach.
The Phantom immediately took action to the way she felt. "Mon amour, are you alright?" She looked up at her sweet Phantom, and pulled him close to kiss his cheek. "Yes, yes I'm fine." He smiled and nodded, pulling her over to his organ, sitting her down on the seat. "I wrote a new song, that I want you to try." She smiled and nodded.
The Phantom handed her a sheet of his music, and she skimmed through the lyrics. She recognized this, as she had heard him whispering it in her head when she was spending nights away from him. As his fingers glided over the keys, she began singing on her cue.
The song was beautiful, and she loved singing it. The lyrics fit together and made since. Her Phantom was such a genius. She kissed his cheek again, and leaned her head on his shoulder as he continued to play soft pieces on the organ.
Just before she slipped into a conscious sleep, she heard these words being whispered in her head to her. "I love you, mon amour," And with that she fell asleep to the soft and caring sounds of his organ.
...
When she awoke, she was greeted by the softness of the silk sheets on his bed. Sliding her hands along them, she smiled and closed her eyes, taking in the sweet scent of her home. This was her home. She sat up, looking around his familiar room, watching the black lacy drapes sway, separating the small room from the rest of his lair.
She slid the blanket off of her, and her legs over the side of the bed. She could hear him playing still, the song she had sung not but a few moments ago it seemed like. She drew back the drapes and peeked around, finding him enjoying himself with his music. "His sweet sweet music," She thought, walking now towards him.
Hearing her footsteps he turned his head , to see her standing behind him. "You've awoken. Good." She smiled gently, resting her hand on his shoulder. "What is that you're playing?" He closed his eyes, playing a soft melody, finishing slowly as he looked back up at her. "Do you not remember your angel of music?" She smiled and sat down next to him, and he started again. "Angel of music, hide no longer. Enter at last master." He smiled briefly, watching the keys as he sang. "Flattering child, you shan't know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror. I am there inside."
She smiled at him and hugged him tightly. "Those were times of beautiful music." He nodded in agreement. "I needed music during those times. So full of anguish, I was." She frowned and looked down at her hands, feeling the same guilt she always did when he spoke of it. "I...I'm sorry Erik."
Fingers gliding over the keys as he played a new piece he began to say something, but stopped and closed his mouth. She recognized this piece too. She had sang it in another one of his operas, with him. "Any where you go let me go too. Love me, Thats all I ask of you." She sang softly, enjoying the smile her voice seemed to bring to his face. He swiftly switched melody's playing into another. "I gave you my music. Made your song take wing, and now, how you repay me?" For a moment she got that feeling again, but his lyrics changed, and he sang new words. "Say you love me and you'll stay."
He smiled down at her and she smiled back. "Forever." She whispered softly to him, over the soft melody of his organ. It was so amazing to see Erik happy, after all the pain she'd caused him. They were both happy, no objections what so ever.
They shared their small moment with a soft kiss. Erik stopped playing his organ, focusing more on his love, Christine, lifting her away from the organ, and back into his little room. He laid her down and pulled a small tassel above his head, causing the drapes to fall slowly. He moved over and laid next to her on the other side, holding her close.
Smiles on both of their faces, the lovers lay there, gazing into one another's eyes. "I love you, Erik," Christine softly whispered. They shared another soft kiss as his words formed softly. "I love you, Christine."
The Phantom, once a feared opera ghost, was transformed into a gentle giant of a figure when Christine came back to him that night, and from then on, he's done nothing but improve his attitude. She's helped him through much, and he her with her career. The only thing they needed was each other, and they both knew this. As the night day drew on, Christine's fateful disappearance caused no ruckus at the opera house. Everyone knew where she was, who she was with. The only thing they dare do is leave the lovers to themselves, and that's exactly what happened.