Hey y'all!!!! Sorry I haven't updated in so long but my summer was jampacked with camp and summer assignments. Anyways, I redid Chapters 1 and 2 and Chapter 3 is up. Hope ya like it and remember REVIEWS equal LOVE!!!

Hugs and Kisses - Harley

p.s. I don't own any characters, they all belong to the talented Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber.

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Looking back on it, I suppose it wasn't entirely a bad thing. I just over reacted a little. Raoul has been comforting me, but he doesn't know what happened. Well, obviously he knows I fell through a trap-door with his rival, but he doesn't know the whole story of what happened tonight.

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I went on stage fully expecting my plump "beloved" Piangi to attempt to seduce me. Why Carlotta ever took him to bed is beyond me.

No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy,

No dreams within her heart but dreams of love.

As we practiced for many grueling hours I knelt down to my rose basket completely "unaware" of the conversation in back of me. Unfortunately, it turns out I wasn't fully updated on the situation.

You have come here,

In pursuit of your deepest urge

In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent

Silent...

You could have kicked me in the face. After finally overcoming my stage-fright and after Raoul finally convinced there was nothing to worry about he shows up. And of all the ways he could – I don't know I'll be able to control myself.

I have brought you,

That our passions may fuse and merge.

In your mind you've already succumbed to me,
Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me: no second thoughts,
you've decided, decided...

Why does he have to do that? This is just unfair. Oh no, why is smiling like that. I mean, yes, that is how Don Juan would look at Amnita in this very..."open" scene but I don't think he would risk that much to come up here to play Don Juan. Sure he's playing the character convincingly but it's as if he's mocking the whole thing. I can't imagine why he would take music as a weapon against the world. I know him, he's not like that.

Past the point of no return,
No backward glances:
Our games of make believe are at an end ...
Past all thought of "if" or "when",
no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend ...

This is too much. What if I faint? I should have known he would do this. He can't let me be. He starts to circle me. The funny thing is, I don't feel that uncomfortable. Granted, if you attempted to take my pulse right now it would be a lost cause, my heart is going a thousand beats per minute. That isn't the point though. I should be frightened; terrified this man who kidnapped me is so close. But what if...

What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us?

I can't believe it; I just realized why he came, to make a point. That he will always haunt my head. It must be. Why else would he sing to me like this? In such a seductive, passionate manner? It is taunting, reminding me that no matter how much pain he causes me I'll always love him...wait, I didn't just think that. No, no why is this happening?I love Raoul. I have to – we're engaged. I can't love him. After all that I've done he hates me, he must. Oh please, angel, stop!

Past the point of no return,
The final threshold –

What warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point of no return...

Stop looking at me like that. It is not fair.I know you hate me; why are you making this so painful? Oh lord; it is my turn to sing. I can't do this – not with him actually here. No, what if I crack? Oh well, here goes nothing.

You have brought me

To that moment where words run dry,
To that moment where speech disappears into silence,
Silence ...

I want to go up to him, have him hold me, but 3 conflicts arise. One, the blocking wouldn't constitute it. Even if it were to be an improvisation it is not the first that would come to many minds. Two, the awkwardness. I don't know how he would react. It is too risky. For all I know he could throw me off stage but I know he would never hurt me. And finally, Raoul. I gazed up at him. He must have seen uncertainty in my eyes because he alerted the police. Oh, dear Raoul. How I hate myself and my false love for him. He is the reason I'm here. He wanted to catch the Phantom and I am the bait. Sure he sugar-coated it, but I know better. His reaction would be absolutely too terrifying for while he is sweet to me, he is still a spoiled little rich boy at heart. I do love him, but he doesn't understand my facial expression. I'm not uncertain of whether my angel will harm me or not, I know he never would. My look is my uncertainty of where my affections lie. I was so captured in my angel's love that as soon as I glanced at Raoul I was so confused. If my affections are what I think, how would I tell Raoul? Nevertheless, the show must go on.

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why ...
In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent

Now I am here with you:

No second thoughts,

Here it goes. Oh Raoul please don't hate me and angel please don't lie to me. They will never know how frightening this experience has been.

I've decided, decided ...
I think this just might be alright. As I start toward the staircase he smirks. I think he can read my mind a tad bit too well.Past the point of no return - No going back now: Our passion-play has now, at last, begun ... Past all thought of right or wrong - One final question

How long should we two wait, before we're one ...?

He knows. I don't care if even the pope were to say my accusations were false. He knows, and he is going along with it. After the end of our last meeting, I thought he wanted my head off more than Raoul's. But still comes the question, Why am I not frightened?I should be fainting and I think I might – but for the wrong reasons.

When will the blood begin to race,

The sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume us ...?

We've both reached the top of the stairs. At this point, in a normal performance, Piangi and I would stay at this distance and simply reach out our hands. I know, however, he has other plans. His eyes will tell me what to do. They always have, I get lost in them... WAIT, FOCUS, CHRISTINE, FOCUS.

Past the point of no return the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn ...
We've passed the point of no return ...

If I could stay like this forever, I would. I shouldn't be here. This is wrong. He nearly killed Raoul, he pretended to be my father. He knew of my engagement to Raoul. He yelled at me when I tore off his mask...

His mask. Maybe that will bring me back to my senses.

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime ...
Lead me, save me from my solitude ...

Raoul's song. He was there that night I knew it. Oh angel why must you do this. I don't want to do this to you, but I must. Raoul and I are engaged! Of course, you possess the ring.Turn it into OUR ring. Make me yours angel. Steal me before my traitorous hands commit the most horrible of sins.

Say you want me with you, here beside you ...
Anywhere you go let me go too -
Christine that's all I ask of ...

Oh angel, you look so hurt. You don't understand. I didn't want to hurt you. Think of all the horrible things that could have happened. The police would have stormed in or shot you, Raoul would have revealed you...oh angel. Now I see, it is your face I have fallen in love with. The mask doesn't matter, I see through it! Angel please understand...wait what is he doing. The rope, oh lord in heaven the chandelier is falling!! He reaches for this lever. We are falling...

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Yes, everyone saw that much. However, most missed in the confusion of the chaos, the fact that I was kissing the phantom, the most feared opera ghost, as we descended through the pit of Don Juan's fire.

And the important part was that he was kissing back.