It was another night, the phantom smiled at his prize. A bearded mid aged man hung stilly with a long rope around his neck. And what a perfect place to place him, as no one saw him it was the middle of the night as The phantom made his victims home the town squares fountain. Teasingly the Phantom ghost gave the man a nudge making the body rotate like an embellished ornament, he thought marvelously as unlucky someone would find his prize so well displayed in the marble carved fountain.
With that he left no trace he had been there and crept into a dark ally way cloaking his body fully making sure no appearance showed. Foully he felt stained in the inside, killing didn't prove much and certainly he had sworn on his life no more human's life should shed. This was an exception, as this man was a gypsy attracting customers for the money. The show was simple, a display of anything irregular person or beast would be tortured for enjoyment of the crowed. The phantom had tried to save a small girl with a deformity in the arms, damn hell that bastard he whipped her like a play thing. Her cries of pain sent roaring laughter to rumble around in peoples hateful soul, The phantom stood in the shadows knowing what would come to and end. Hell how she wiggled those arms of hers around trying to fend off the bite of the whip, The phantom cringed it was he whom also had a life like that. Thus where his ashen white mask had come in. Anyone would shout and panic of the wretchedness of the deep tender tissue around the phantoms face. Except, there was always an angel to save him. but hell he was now, waking up each night to the sound of the everlasting whip.
Chrissssstine... he hissed softly. His angel, fallen into an arms of a viper.
He finally edged his home, the Opera popilure now abandoned with the deep scars of fire. It had been almost a year since the fire brining to an end to half of his life. The Opera was his soul but his music laid in the heart of an angel. Still music came to him each night, and each night he would let a tear fall.
He knew that somehow his fallen angel would come back to his arms.
She sat while stroking a small animal in her arms, a cat donned white with a small red collar around it's neck. It mewed softly as christine sighed very unhappily. The life at the De-changy estate was very plain, boring and the house was to big for comfort. Even though it was dawn and the sun was peeking out over the mountain side showing it's early face making a great sunrise christine felt dull. It was just another day, she sat eagerly waiting for her husband. He had told her that he had very great news indeed, but nothing seemed to bright up another day if lounging around in unbearable luxury! The siting room of the house was as large as the opera houses stage! meanwhile ladies waited on Christine's every move, they sure she wouldn't even lift a finger. As simple as getting retired for the night, two maids would stand solemnly still waiting for their grand mistress to enter her bedchamber. Then they would attack her head pulling away pins and such which took forever to do in the day, and then fitting her with unbearable night gown. Roul would taunt her saying she was not used to getting pampered on, stage life was very hard and all but being to paid attention made her feel ruthless. For once she wanted to escape.
He had promised her on the Opera house's balcony that she could go anywhere with him, yes it's true he would take her much anywhere. But she couldn't go anywhere without properly being fit for the outing, all the waiting ladies would scowl saying to much sun was not fit for a true mistress of the house! in the result they would apply a very heavy white coating on her face which was lead based giving off horrible fumes which made her quite dizzy. The corset was very costly too making her very short of breath.
Christine feeling very uproariously angry hadn't noticed what a face she was making. Until the white tabby who felt very displeased clawed at the hot faced woman making her come to her senses. The small white cat walked away freely tail high up in the air, christine shook off all the thoughts and got up to see if she could take a short walk. Perhaps even alone. But as soon as she got up from her siting spot her husband short of breath ran into the room. Bewildered christine sat down and straightened out her long skirts, her husband who at-least was the bearer of some good news. when the color finally regained in his cheeks he finally excited announced his news "Christine, the Opera populair is going to be once again rebuilt with further adue." He exclaimed. Before she could say how excited he was he merely chuckled "And no more phantom, christine. The phantom is no longer living there!" He must of seen the look on Christine's face as her smile faded away. She missed him that loving creature whom endured such a hate filled life, the phantom of the opera. Her throat tensed up right away, the though of the phantom lying dead with his mask astray made her shiver. What if he was gone?
she sputtered and gripped her hand hard on the sofa's side, "Y-yes thats great, but what happened?" she very well wanted to know and almost slapped her husband straight in the face when he smiled saying "He very well possibly hung himself, for all that I know." Her eyes narrowed, Roul could notice it so her softly let one of his gloved hands stroked Christine's ashen cheek. "Maids, you are dismissed." He said very boldly as christine with open eyes saw each one bob a curtsey and walk at the room. Roul set down his packages of scripts and things on a small table then took off his heavy coat a flung it onto the couch. Christine watched his every move as he took his seat right next to her, he purred softly "how would it be to once again visit the Opera house? we can even sit in box 5. Lets say we can really see if the phantom is gone." Again she felt a spark of anger ignited in her as her eyes flickered open with a snap, "or not," he said with the same sly tone and kissed her softly. Oh how that felt good, but also it filled her up with a longing of the stage life. She felt so damned leaving that night, the night when the phantom was gone. His mask white as it has always been appeared in her mind it wavered around as his voice softly melted into her
'Chhrriissssssstine'
"My little lottie, you will always be" She heard her husbands voice elope into her mind making she stare back blankly at him, noticing he had ended the kiss. He smiled then once again stroked her cheek as if in a envious way, as to say she was his. "Now," he said very cooly with abruption "How about I'll ready a carriage and you can spend time with your Opera friends. Mrs Giny and that blonde haired girl..?"
"Meg" Christine said.
"Ah yes, and Meg. I heard they have found a small cottage, I think they are very well wanting to see you." Right away she felt new life don on her burden of a boring day, she hadn't seen Her friend in almost a year. And what a painful year that had been! without another word her husband topped her off with a kiss on the lips and then strode out of the room barking orders to anyone. This would be a good day after all.
Always her day had to be properly prepared, the tugging on her corset almost made her faint over with lack of breath. But alas she was okay and finally descended down the stairs in a rather large day dress even with small ruffles at the end of the sleeves. Her husband had such a big smile when she arrived down the stairs when almost she tripped on her trimmings. He laughed very heartily as he took her arm, "My dear you will kill yourself one day by doing that" Christine brushed off his absurd comment and right away asked if she could instead ride on horse back instead. Taking no further actions Roul gave orders of His fine horse to be brought. He smiled and gave Christine a feathery light kiss on the cheek and handed off a small yellow rose to tuck behind her ear. "Now you may go, I have much work to do today my darling. I hope you have a wonderful day." Christine let off a small gag as her corset was very tight still, she simply smiled as she saw a frown on her husband's face, but was briskly escorted to her horse. It was pure bred horse, very fine indeed. A ebony coat which would make any owner proud, it's coat was so black it looked like blood which sent a tingling sensation up her spine. But of course how much she wanted to get rid of the constant amount of waiting on every hand and foot she had to have a companion at all times. christine smirked, Roul didn't want his pride to be wisked away into the brothels, now didn't he? Christine hated it, woman where treated like something meant just for the bed only. A man could have one woman one day and then discard her for another is she wasn't to his liking. Hell, how Christine wanted to roam free. And what a bliss it was when she and meg would dress up as boys and sneak out very late to be found out and scolded deeply by Mrs. Giny. but now times had changed, and if Roul had known as simple tricks as those he would post guards outside the doors of His and Christine's sleeping quarters.
It was finally around noon when everything was in place, Christine dearly protested as one of Roul's stableman tried to hoist her up onto her horse, but finally gave in when very ravished with furry she caused a slight rip in her dress which would send her bickering maids in waiting into a brawl. It was then fed up with patience she almost exploded when her companion reminded her it was not "Ladylike" to sit normal on a horse that she would have to rise sidesaddle. It was a slow process, but when finally they made it through the gates of the De-Changy estate her mind nimble with frustration stirred up with a plan. Trying to act like she saw her husband fall down with pain she shouted with disbelief throwing her hand up to her face "Oui, oui! dear Monsieur my husband is in great pain! he took a fall over there!"
Dearly she thanked everything for her life full of stage and acting. The stableman's face was in shock as he hastily told Christine to clam down, Christine over dramatically grasped the man's hand "Monsieur, Monsieur! go! go! I said go and make sure he is alright, I beg of you!" Galloping off Christine tried to stifle a grin, as her plan was to perfect. As soon as she heard shouts of "Monsieur!" and "Vicomete!" Christine soon enough tore off down the rode in the opposite way, Proper or not. She needed to be free.
She giggled once more "Yes I did Meg!" her voice rose with the hint of happiness. The two friends had dearly embraced each other in a hearty welcome, and Christine had told her friend very fondly of her plan sending them giggling as if they where young again. Meg returned a smile "Mama would be proud" She said very teasingly, Christine grinned this was a very great day. Meg's mother had been out on a batch of errands which was a major disappointment to Christine who had very well dying to see her old friend who was like a mother to her. Instead she had made herself equally at home with her friend Meg, an also talented singer back at the Opera house. Right away she had fallen true at heart with Meg's new home, a lovely small house which was at the perfect comfort level for her. It was very cozy and brought much warmth to her heart when she found herself sometimes mindlessly skimming over collections of things, odd and ends from the Opera house. Meg, she had found out after telling her of limited life at the De-changy estate. To any normal eyes, The De-changy estate seemed like a palace of imagination. it burned her that Meg was so entranced with the stories of her dull witted life from the Estate that she stopped telling her only to find Herself and her friend back confined to stories of the Opera house. Meg also savored the stories and had a passion to go back, who wouldn't?
It was now near evening, well just the right time anyone like her should be returning back home. After biding a very long goodbye to her old friend also sealing a promise that the two would be up on the stage once more she walked out into the cold lit sky. It was mashed into a bright scarlet color of purple making the whole area light up with a condensed type of feeling. Finally when she thought she was going to freeze to the ground she felt a strung of nervousness hit her, surely there was a escort to come. And damn hell the dress was so tight it made her breath shallow. She wouldn't really mind going alone, yet put on the show she had tricked the man into that same day. Shouldn't the stableman tell Raoul of her silly foul play? he wouldn't mind a bit, calling up more riding companions was a simple task. The young woman's body felt helplessly locked in place her breath was very soft and it came rarely, the corset was killing her! the cold bit into her rabidly as she screamed out in mercy only to hear herself horsely croak. She didn't feel the single snow flake drift upon her ashen cheek, she was much to numb already. And thats how she was found, almost frozen with a mouth open a-gape.
"come to me angel of music..."
"come to me angel of music..."
A voice rolled over her body, she was dazed and quite uncertain where her body was lying.
"Angel..." The voice said again louder but very whimsically. Christine felt a strange presence around her, a dream was turning real. And yet it was when she felt the familiar black leather hand stroke her cheek her eyes opened and glazed over. "My angel" the voice said whom belonged to face she wanted most to see, The long lost Phantom of the Opera. Noticing her corset was very now lose she could sit up very well, she noticed that for once her faded white cheeks had a spot of color in them.
"You, The phantom. You have returned to me." She said breaking out in her musical voice which thrived in her mouth, oh how that felt good. She noticed her body was confined to the small same bed she had first spent the night here, but now it was not just a vivid memory. The pillows where of pure silk, the bed was a fine small carved boat. Just like it was a year ago. Her mind spun, "How is this just a dream? people speak that you have left here. You whom had flown away from your underground lair. But I see it it's not true. People say the catacombs where crushed, leaving you dead." She sung with power, it seemed to bring a small smile on the phantom's masked face.
"Do you believe those foolish lies? don't you see I am here in... your eyes." he said softly in his seductive tone. Roal could never capture her heart so easily, she wondered why she had been excited to marry him. "What has happened my good friend, can you tell me your tale?" The phantom now closer then she had imagined sat very close to her that she felt warmth spread everywhere into her tainted body.
"My dear Christine, I shall tell you. But later, for your body needs some rest." he said now normally, but whatever he did their was music in his voice. She was now again in the underground catacombs, the illuminate light from the candles flickered off her causing many shadows to appear. Her chest heaved up in the sigh, so she was free once more. But now a prisoner to the phantom? The phantom then took off his cape and draped it over on a chair, she noticed that the phantoms back tensed up as his fingers rolled over his mask. But then her relaxed to face her, "My dear fallen angel, you are free to go back to that viper again, for you are wedded to that man" He said very quietly trying to not show astiring of awaited anger. Christine didn't know what to say, she was with the phantom and he was allowing her to go? but he had saved her. He then casually walked over, his shirt in a V revealing his well built body. "I shall stay here, once more. Tell me Monsieur, is it daybreak or still the night?" The phantom smiled and pulled closer to her body, then without warning he took her left hand and stroked his gloved finger over her wedding ring. "Oh but madame you should go, back to that bed of that man." Her eyes stung, no, she wouldn't go.
"Dear my phantom, I will not go...I need to stay longer..." Christine had a begging voice also reflected with guilt, Roaul would be deathly worried about were christine had gone to. "I see you are worried, are you nought? disguised so well and trickery I had told the Vicomte that you where staying at an Inn. Do not fret or frown some more, I disguised as a mere stableboy which was far to enjoyable." The young woman gave a quick gasp he knew she would be coming back, this phantom was a genius of the night. "It is well past the black of night, resssst my angel trailed by the cold is not helping." Christine had entirely forgot about passing out in the cold, that man in the porcelain mask had saved her.
"how good to see you again,"
"But I didn't lose you"
"Night has come again, time to spread your wings..."
"Because the music...will take flight,"
"Once more, THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT!"
Christine felt a lacy sigh go about the room after The phantom breathed his last note. emotions, love filled her soul it was the night which came to her. She stared at him, she felt her face flush of color as a small smile hit his mouth. "my angel has come back, from the depths she once had come. my dear...the music...the music of your night." He breathed while running his fingers over the ark of her bed she laid upon. Seeing his gloved hands made her lips part slightly as she began to breath faster. "my dear.." the masked man said and then coming a bit closer, as all his approaches started off lingering. He sat next to the woman with molasses curls, her lips where ruby red compared to her ivory face. Slowly he took out a black gloved hand and swept it across her cheek like what he had done earlier. But then with determination he leaned in to her face and with pleasure brushed his lips on hers making her eyes flutter shut.
flushed with anger Raoul paced nervously back and fourth pulling out a pocket watch to glance at the time. "My dear Monsieur, please." a man's voice came back in a pleading way. The vicomete stopped to look at the man with a large lump on his head. The man winced as a woman put some cooling salve on top of the wound. Raoul smiled but his lip twitched "So, you say someone hit you on the head? who? no one shall mess around here!" bellowing outwards, he noticed the room was quite empty except some maids fussing around with some bed sheets. Raoul calmly turned to the man, the stableman who was in charge of Christine's departure. As woman who was tending to the man's over sized bump gave a smile of nervousness when Raoul carelessly dismissed everyone including her. "Tell me, whoever hit you. What did he look like?" he had deep anger in his voice, his long locks of golden hair covered his face. The man shuddered slightly as he managed to hobble upwards off a small sitting coach. Raoul had eagerly came to the living quarters of the maids, and other service inquires to find the stableman whom had received a blow to the head. Christine had not returned last night, it was odd she was not home. So at the early light of dawn Raoul hunted down the stableman to question him while he dispatched searchers for his lost wife. What he didn't know, what company she was having.
"Why..why did she go," Raoul's voice was begging as he whispered gruffly to himself. The stableman swallowed hard "The problem, my good monsieur is that- I didn't see what hit me." slowly the mans died off when he saw the vicomete's hands curl tightly into hard fists. "No sir, say no more," Raoul said softly as he dashed past the timid stableman who gave a face of confusion.
"awake my angel, as you see."
"Yet another day of misery?
"The daylight has come,"
"open your eye to see,"
"This place is only for the music of the night."
As Christine awoke she didn't see any trace of the phantom, "I hear voice, come to me." Chrsitine said trying to rub off the sleep which still crawled in her. As she spoke a man in a white mask pulled back the fimalair black lace curtain. She smiled but her returned with a gravely nod, "Tis daytime like I spoke, I shall lead you home now. Quickly and caring I dare go since it daylight." Chrstine had compleatly forgot about Raoul