Hello all my first time readers! I have written fan fiction before only never of The Phantom of the Opera. My story is going to be Erik/Christine all the way, only I am starting within the story, rather than after it.
I am going to start it when the phantom, Erik, takes Christine down to his lair for the first time and is singing to her the music of the night.
I hope you have fun reading this, and also, review, even constructive criticism will be great with me. But no flames, please.
Christine took one look at the beautifully sculpted wax figurine of herself and fainted. The Phantom was right there and caught her in his strong arms.
'God, I know I did nothing to deserve this angel. But I will spend the rest of my life trying to deserve her.' He prayed as he set her down in his bed that he rarely used and sang the last piece of his song.
"You alone can make my song take flight; help me make the music of the night." He pulled the curtain closed over his angel and sighed. 'She could never love a monster like me. When she wakes up, I will let her go'
Suddenly he was angry. Angry for him taking her down here, and angry at the person who had made him the way he was. If it wasn't for him, he could have his sleeping beauty, "Christine…" he whispered.
He strolled to his organ and began to compose his new opera, Don Juan Triumphant.
The sounds of his playing woke Christine up some time later. She suddenly remembered all that had happened. His voice, she had never heard such a great voice. It enchanted her and she remembered the wax figurine, but after that she only remembered the vivid dreams of her and her angel in sinful positions. A blush spread over her face as she thought about those dreams.
She got up slowly and walked over to the mysterious man who had a voice like velvet. He must have heard her approaching for he turned in his seat and looked at her. His gaze drifting down to her breasts and back to her face.
She blushed when she saw this but pretended not to notice. An idea popped up in her mind and she hoped her wouldn't get mad at her for this. But she was a grown lady and hadas many urges as the next woman. She longed to feel those lips against her own in a battle of their tongues.
She stood behind him and caressed his shoulders as he looked backward up to her face. Before he could move she grabbed the back of his head and pulled her mouth to his mouth.
To say Christine's kiss was amazing was an understatement. It sent chills all along his body.
She pulled away to look at his face. The look she saw was a mixture of surprise, desire, and fear. Then suddenly there was anger.
He jumped off his bench and stared at her. "Christine. How dare you! Kiss me only to give me a taste of love when you know you are going to go back to your long lost love. The Vicomte." He spat.
"What are you talking about Angel? I want to be with you. Can't you see that?" she said, tears forming in her eyes.
A rush of guilt washed over him. He stepped over his bench and slowly reached for her.
She smiled and walked into his embrace, hugging him around his waist. He didn't know where to put his hands so he just clasped them behind her back.
Then, there was a loud gunshot and they jumped away from each other as the bullet hit one of the mirrors, shattering it.
They both looked up to the lake where a soaking Raoul was standing, gun in hand.
"Christine, step away from that monster and come over here." He said through clenched teeth, still pointing the gun at The Phantom.
"No. I don't want to. I want to stay right here, with my angel of music." She said nervously.
"Christine. Go with him. You are better off with him than you are with me. You two deserve each other more than I deserve you. And I will not let you spend the rest of your life locked up." He said looking away to not see the tears on her cheeks.
"No! No, no, no! I am staying right here." She said determinedly. She walked over to her angel and put her arm around his waist.
"Christine. Come now. I do not know who this person is but he took you down here and I will not let him have you. You need to come with me." Raoul put the gun to his side.
The Opera Ghost grabbed Christine's hand and ran for one of the corridors that led out of the Opera House.
'I know I will probably regret taking Christine away from here but, I can't let her go now.' He thought as he raced down the hall, Christine in tow.
He looked back to see Christine smiling her sweet smile at him. It nearly gave him an orgam on the spot. He bite back his moan and turned around to focus on what he was doing.
'Maybe she really wants to stay with me. Well, I will always give her the chance to leave me if she wants to. Even if it will rip my heart out.'
I know this chapter was really short and I usually write really long ones, only I wanted to see what kind of reviews I got back to see if I will continue this story. To see if it is a dud or not. So if you want me to keep writing, you probably want to send a review to let me know or else my spirit will be crushed and I will take a long time to think of a new idea. But let me know what you really think.
R&R! Thanks!