The Way You Make Me Feel.
Chapter One: Forbidden Attractions.
Placing the final clips in her hair, Christine Daae didn't notice her husband to be, Raoul Da Changy, wrapping his arms across her chest and kissed her open neck.
A warm smile went across her face. "You look stunning, my darling." He whispered in her ear, sending delightful shivers running up and down her spine.
"Thank you, I must say you look rather dashing in that suit." She replied, turning around to admire him while putting on her long dangly earrings.
"Well I got to look scrub up, especially if we are going to the theatre." He shrugged, sitting on the edge of their double bed watching her.
"Ah yes, to meet Meg's mysterious boyfriend. Supposely he writes all the music there and is to get a award in a few months." Christine said, adding the finishing touch.
Raoul rose his eyebrows. "Wow, considering she's been out with some jack-asses and idoits in her life, perhaps this guy is the one after all. Right, are you ready?"
They both rose at the same time. "Yes, I am." She took his offered arm as they left the bedroom, went down the staircase and left their house with Raoul driving the car.
As they arrived, Christine's jaw simply dropped. The theatre was large and standing proud with a red curpet on the golden steps and two noble men stood by the doors.
Giving one of the men the keys, Raoul took her arm once more and led her inside the building where they gasped of the rich surroundings around the couple.
Dozens of candles were lit, lush paintings on the colourful walls, interesting statues stood and vases filled with only red roses laid on the brown tables.
"Boy, someone's obessed with roses!" Raoul joked which Christine rolled her eyes. "Please, you gave me one on our seventh date remember?"
"Meh, it's just a flower you know." He shrugged that annoyed her. In fact, it was her favorite and has been since her childhood. Memories of her father giving them to her bought tears prickling her eyes.
Shaking her emotional thoughts aside, the sudden rise of music caught her attention as they reached the stage area where over a hundred people were seated waiting for the pefomance.
They headed to box four where Raoul booked it a few months back before anyone else took it though mysteriously on the internet site box five wasn't even mentioned.
Once Christine sat down, the familer voice made her rise and hug her best friend. "Oh, I'm so glad you guys came tonight! I can feel in my bones that this is Erik's best pefomance yet." Meg cried.
Raoul scoffed. "Erik? What kinda name is that?" Christine shot him a deathly look. "Igorne him, he just can't handle the fact he can't watch the game instead of coming here." She said, reassuring her.
"No worries, I'll be in box five so perhaps afterwards we can have a chat and then you can meet him face to face." Meg suggested. "Oh, we would love that." Christine replied, not noticing Raoul rolling his eyes.
"Goodie, enjoy the show!" With that, she left them. "Jeez, she's lovesick about that guy isn't she?" Raoul said, sitting down. "I think it's nice to see her happy after what happened with Nick, that's all." Christine replied, taking his hand into hers.
"Mmm, you got a point there." He mumbled. Before she could say a word, the lights dimmed and the curtains rose up from the stage. But once the music began to play, something unnatural happened inside her.
Born in a talented and musical family, Christine had a happy life and sung to her parents at the tender age of five. When they died in a terrible fire, she vowed never to fall in love with music ever again.
She wasn't prepared to be swept away of the breath-taking melodies that filled the room all around her, never be moved by the powerful romantic and tragic story unfolding before her very eyes.
Whoever this Erik was, he was masterful and knew how to affect a single person in one sitting. Raoul noticed her hand slowly slipping from his but didn't think much of it. Unknown to him was that was the start of their relationship shattering into a million pieces.
Three hours later, the lights came back on and the theatre was loud with clapping and cheering. Everyone stood and bowed to the audience, beaming with pride that everyone enjoyed it.
"Come on, I need a drink." Raoul muttered to Christine's ear which she nodded in argeement, as they left the mysterious musican stepped out at last with Meg in his arms that made the crowd clap even louder.
Raoul drunk down one whole glass of champane, breathing out in relief. "That was bliss." He sighed, digging out his moblie to check on the scores of the game. Christine took a glass of red and sipped it.
More and more people came in to drink and nibble, chatting among themselves about the play or what was happening in their lives. But when Meg and Erik stepped inside, everyone went deadly silent.
No one noticed the sudden gasp that escaped from Christine's mouth, was it possiable to look at the most beautiful man that lived and breathed on this world? Because he surely was indeed beautiful.
With the most unusual eyes, black as night hair and a white mask on the right side of his face, he oozed charsmia and charm with a simple smirk on those full tempting lips that teased danger and romance.
The couple walked through the sea of people, heading towards Christine and Raoul without stopping. She felt her body warm quickly while he barely looked up from his phone in case the team scored.
"Christine, Raoul, I would like you to meet Erik." Meg began, beaming with pride that she had caught someone so handsome it put others to shame. "Good evening, Christine. It's a pleasure to meet you."
With those eight words he just said, rapture shivers ran up and down her spine like thousands of spiders. His offered hand rose, waiting for hers. Once their fingers touched, sparks flickered between them.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Erik. I must say, your play is outstanding." She said, confidently though inside her heart was beating madly. Meg and Raoul didn't even notice to sizzing chemisty that was boiling.
"See darling? My dearest friend loved it, you shouldn't be too hard on yourself!" Meg said, placing her hand on his chest. Erik let go of Christine's hand to stare at Meg with a wide smile then turned to look at Raoul.
"Checking the scores, then?" He asked which grabbed his attention. "Er yeah, sorry for me being so rude. I'm Raoul, pleased to meet you mate." They shook quickly, brief grins across their faces.
"Well, enjoy the party. Me and Erik are going to have a chat with these lovely people. Thanks for coming again!" Meg cried, leading her man away from them. Christine watched the pair while controlling her emotions.
"Can we go now? I want to see the highlights." Raoul asked, stuffing his phone back in his pocket. She turned her gaze from Erik's broad back to her lover's pleading eyes, with a sigh she nodded her head.
"Alright, I'll go and get the car. Wait here, babe." With a quick kiss, he dashed out of the room leaving her standing there avoiding the crowd chatting to the happy couple. Instead her eyes fell on the double doors that had a balcony.
Heading towards to gather a bit of air before leaving, Christine didn't notice Erik step outside to join her until she turned around and gasped. "I'm sorry, did I startle you?" He asked in a comforting tone of voice.
"N...no, you didn't." She stuttered, shaking her head. He went to lean his elbows against the railing, puffing out a sigh. "What a beautiful evening for a summer's night, hmm?" Christine looked up to see the clear sky with sparkling stars and a glowing moon.
"Indeed. But why are you out here with me instead of with Meg?" She asked, moving her eyes back down. Erik stared at her, those soul capturing orbs that stunned and confused her emotions.
"I can not give you a answer for that, Christine." He replied, straightening his back. "Oh right, okay. Well, I better go. Raoul will be waiting for me. Farewell Erik." She said, just about to leave until he grabbed her arm.
Their faces incrediably close, lips almost touching. Forbidden and wrong, two words that were screaming at both of them. "There's something about you, Christine. A soul that's locked in a cage, waiting to be free." He whispered in a tone that scared and enthralled her.
"Please, let me go. Meg and Raoul will notice us." Christine begged, fear was in her eyes. Erik studied her for a moment, then released his grip. She opened the door leaving it ajar, bade her farewells to Meg and dashed out of there without looking back.
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