This is my first fan fiction story ever and I am a little scared. I have a few things that i have written, but never anything like this. Please be kind to me as you read this. While I was on You tube I saw a video and it inspired me to write this. Also every time that i watch "The Phantom of the Opera" I always start cussing it out want Erik and Christine to end up together, so i thought that I would put my spin on the story. Lets see what happens shall we?
*I own nothing in this story! I wish that i did, but i don't! those of you who know the story know who owns it*
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It was New Year eve. Everything had been prepared for the Masquerade that was to take place that night. There were a few who still ran about checking to make sure that everything was in place and ready for the ball. There was one lone figure who made his way to the newly found star Mademoiselle Christine Daae's dressing room.
When the figure finally made it to her room he raised his hand to knock on the door, but just as he was about to let the occupant of his presents he stopped when he hear the voice. The voice of an angel softly singing ever so softly...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation...
The figure heard a longing sigh from that angle and knocked lightly on the door. Slowly he opened it to see his amour sitting in front of her mirror. She was staring into it as if past that glass there was another world behind it and not just a brick wall.
He stepped closer her, reaching out his hand to touch her as he whispered her name not wanting to break her trance. They really needed to be on there way if they were going to make it to the ball on time.
She didn't jump like he thought she would instead she said, "Raoul, I wish to stay into night. I am not feeling well." she knew that she was in no mood to see anyone that night. " There is something that does not feel right. I do not know why, but I am frightened."
Raoul jumped when she spoke of fear. What did she have to fear? He was there to protect her. "Christine are you all right? The Masquerade is tonight and we must go. There are many people waiting to see you. How can you disappoint your fans like this?" He paused a moment and realized what must be wrong. He moved closer to her wrapping his around her gently asking, " You are thinking of your father aren't you?"
She nodded.
"Amor that is in the past. Tonight is about forgetting the past and embracing the future."
Her head snapped up to look at him, as she moved out of his arms. "Are you telling me to forget my father Vicomte de Chagny?" she asked in a broken voice. She was hurt by his words and just longed to be alone.
"No, never would i ask you to do that Christine. I just wanted you to get out of this room and have some fun. I don't know why you are afraid, but you have stayed in here for a week. You have hardly eaten a thing. What is wrong? There is nothing to fear. You told me that, the mon- Phantom is working on his 'Don Juan Triumphant' and that he will be at it for weeks. Come with me tonight, please. There is nothing that is going to get you tonight. I will protect you." He knew that his words had hurt her. There was no way that she would come out now. All that he could do now was to want for her so say no and her good night to him.
"In that past week I have always had someone there to watch me. I have had no time alone and I am sick of it. Please let me be alone this one night. That is all I ask of you. Please." she begged him hoping that he would leave for one night.
Her sad bore into his pleading, "Alright. If you need anything call and I will be here. Good night Amor." with that he he went to kiss her lips, but she moved them away. He settled for her cheek. Then he left her to herself.
