Hey Guy's! So I'm writing a new story! I just saw Phantom in LA for my first time, and it was amazing! I'm so sad to see it going *sad face* So anywho, That's what inspired me to write this I have to let you know that in this the Masquerade scene did not happen at all. But Christine has gone to visit her father's grave and the wishing you were somehow here again scene is finishing. Please R&R as usual! No flames please. One more thing, I used a lot of lyrics from the play in this chapter. I do not, unfortunately, own Phantom. That would take a gargantuan amount of money, which I do not posses. Although that would be awesome. So without further ado, Please enjoy!
The wind whipped her hair across her face, white snow flakes lingering in her brown locks like angel's tears. Her own tears glistened on her milky cheeks. What I wouldn't give those sweet, mournful tears, to have them drip on my skin, mingling with mine like a soft, sad melody. He thought as he watched her from the shadows. She clutched her cloak tightly around her and fingered the locket that her father had given her before he died. He knew for a fact it contained a small black and white photograph of her beloved father.
" Help me say good-bye…" Christine whispered hoarsely, voice clogged with tears. She looked so sad, so young, sitting there in the snow, like a lost lamb. He saw his opportunity: Her moment of weakness.
" Wandering child, So lost, So helpless, Yearning for my guidance." He began in a soft, entrancing voice, stepping out from behind the vine covered cross.
She looked up, eyes searching for him through the dim evening mist. The brown depths held an internal battle, which began to show physically. She backed away slowly but her expression showed a passionate longing.
" Angel or father? Friend or Phantom? Who is it there, starring?"
Her fear laced words made his heart sink. Had she forgotten already the bond, the tie they shared? " Have you forgotten your Angel?" But before he could say anymore her words reassured him.
" Angel, Oh speak, what endless longings…" He spread out his arms, inviting and beckoning her.
" Too long you've wandered in winter, far from my far-reaching gaze."
She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, obviously frustrated. " Wildly my mind beats against you…" She turned away from him.
" You resist, But your soul obeys!" He thundered demandingly.
" Yes my soul obeys!" She turned back and ran forward, reaching up heavenward to him. He reached down toward her, tying an invisible bond between them.
He opened the doors to the grave with a sheer rope which he had tied to the gates before hand, giving the allusion of them opening by magic. Christine slowly walked through them and started up the stairs to him.
" I am your Angel of Music, Come to me Angel of Music…" He repeated in a hypotonic manner. Finally she had reached the top where he stood. They sat silently facing each other, Breathless. Erik was the first to speak.
" You denied me…" He turned his head, looking down-cast.
She jumped forward, clasping her hands before her. " Yes, I denied you, But now I know I was turning from true beauty. Please, My Angel." She stood so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her. He looked down and lifted a timid, quavering hand and gently stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. They stood like that for a long while.
Suddenly, Erik heard a rustling a ways away in the trees. It's that Fop! He grimaced. The stupid boy would break the trance and his whole plan would be ruined.
" Christine!" The boy yelled in a high pitch. Christine's eyes began to flicker open.
Erik looked up to see the Fop staring, dumb-founded by the spectacle before him. The Phantom's keen ears picked up Raoul's mumblings.
" Once again she returns to his arms, her Angel. Angel…. Or demon? Or even Dark Seducer? Who are you?" Then he shouted. " Christine! Please! Come back to me my love! From this… this… devilry!" He looked then at Erik. " Let her go! For God's sake, let her go! Christine!"
Her eyes shot open and Erik knew the trance was broken. Damnit! He cursed inwardly.
" Raoul…" she started as though she would go down the stairs so Erik jumped in front of her. He faced his skull adorned staff at Raoul, shooting sparks at him.
" Bravo, Monsieur! That was quite the entrance! But if you don't mind, we were in the middle of something before we were quite rudely interrupted." He shot another larger spark closer to the boy.
" Why this trickery? Why this violence, Monsieur?" He stepped closer to the monument and Erik shot a fire-ball from the gaping mouth of the skull.
" You dare come closer Monsieur? How close will you come before your ruin, Monsieur Le Viscompte?" Raoul started closer, only to get yet another spark right on his boot. Christine gasped behind him and tried to get to her lover, but Erik kept her behind him.
" Please Ral! Use some sense! Please, don't come any closer!"
" You Monster!" Raoul spat. " Can't you see she'll never be yours? Can't you see a beauty like her would never love a beast like you? You cant make her love you by taking her as your prisoner!"
Erik blinked, letting the harsh words roll off his back. " Do you really wish to toy with the Phantom of the Opera? I am, as you so kindly stated, a demon. Well then, I suppose it is time to show my true colors!" With that, his staff shot out it's last and largest spark which caused a pre-set explosion of fire. In the moment of confusion, Erik shrouded Christine with his cape, and jumped off the back of the grave, pulling her after him. He sprinted and she tried to struggle, but it was no use to the grip on her wrist. They could hear the Fop yelling for his love, But Erik ignored him. He finally reached his "borrowed" mount, Caesar, and lifted a terrified looking Christine onto his back, then mounting himself. " Come, Caesar, show us the meaning of haste!" and with that the snow-white stallion leapt off with a rear.
Erik smiled to himself. Phantom:1 Raoul:0
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" Angel Please!" Christine finally pulled away from the mysterious man before her. She looked around. He had once again taken her to his dark lair. " Please I want to go home!"
" You are home now!" Erik hissed as he loomed over her.
She squinted her eyes angrily, voice shaking. " This…. This place will NEVER be my home! Why did I have to listen to you? I gave you my mind blindly!" She collapsed to the ground, dissolving into sobs.
Erik hesitated for a moment, her words obviously hitting hard. He paced to and fro, watching Christine to be sure she didn't run. "So what happened between us in the graveyard… was… amounted to… Nothing?" The hurt in his voice was apparent even to him. He kneeled before Christine, looking at her like a sad puppy.
She looked up, brown curls falling into her eyes. " Is that all you can think about?" She clenched her fists, fury growing in her eyes. " You selfish…selfish… Uhh! I don't even know what you are! Angel? Man? Phantom?" she pulled on her roots. Obviously overcome with emotion.
" Monster…" He whispered, adding to her words. She turned back to him, confusion and surprise mixing in her gaze. He spoke before she could say anymore.
" More monster than man…'That was my advertisement for the traveling freak-show I was in as a child. And you know who put poor Erik in that freak-show? My own mother. She turned me from my home, throwing my mask out after me, letting the harsh, cold world do with me as it wished. The show hired me, beating and starving me. And for what? A few measly coins a month and constant ridicule and scorn. Poor, pitiful, hideous Erik, Only wants some sort of love… a token of compassion." He fell prostrate at Christine's feet, heaving sobs into her hem. She sat rigid, staring at the pitiful thing before her, but didn't move away. After a while, he sat up. " But Erik mustn't wish for such things. He stood and turned, adjusting his mask and regaining his composure.
He strode to his writing table where he quickly jotted a note, then sealed it with his usual wax seal. He walked over to where Christie sat quietly and quickly helped her up.
" Come, you must return. That love-struck boy will be missing you." He brought her through the dark labyrinth and back to her dressing room. He placed the note into her hands and squeezed them gently. " Give this to your managers. And this also." He pulled the score of Don Juan from his cape. " You will play the part of Amnita. The rest of the casting is inside also. Au Revior, My Angel." And with that he disappeared into the dark cavern.
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An: Alright, so I hope you liked! Please bear with me, I am very bad at being consistent with my postings. So if you like it, please let me know so, so that I will have an incentive to post more up! Thanks!Oh And if you have a better name for the story please let me know!
