Author's Note: All right so this is a one-shot for POTO. E/C always. This is a song Kate Pendragon introduce me to. It's called The Mist from Dracula, The Musical. You guys should check it out! Anyway, thanks to Kate Pendragon for her help. Loveee ya, Kate! XD I do not own the song or the characters. They belong to Frank Wilhorn and Gaston Leroux. Well, you guys know the drill. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks! :D
-Jennifer
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My soul was floating, about a moonlight sea
At the same time I was drowning, yet felt somehow free
Enraptured by his eyes, the burning eyes of a supreme hypnotist
I followed him into the mist…
She heard his voice, and the second Christine Daae looked at the mirror she saw him – her Angel standing before her, appearing through the white mist. He called to her, lured her toward him with his power. That power he had, which gripped her fiercely. And seeing him now only made that power stronger. She stared into his eyes, those deep amber eyes. Luring her, beckoning. She advanced toward him, not daring to move her gaze from him. There was a fire in his eyes, something fierce, strong, passionate. It was seductive and it only made her want to come closer to him.
The dogs were howling, or what it just a dream?
And when I appeared beside me, I wanted to scream
But I had lost my voice, I had no choice, I had no will to resist
We melted away in the mist…
His voice rung through Christine's ears, echoing, bewitching her in every way. And then she was close to him, he put out his hand, offering it to her. She took it without thought, feeling warmth surge through her body as she touched him. Then they started down a long corridor.
There was a ringing in my ears, then he started speaking
His voice caressed my through and through
He spoke about all kinds of things, I wish I could remember
But mostly he spoke… about you
And then she was down in his lair, a mist-filled room with candles, the flames burning and dancing to his melody, his voice. Christine could not move her eyes from him. He was an Angel. He was her Angel.
He spoke about you, as if he knew he well
Whispering your name and smiling, and casting his spell
The fear and the desire, I was on fire
Then he held her, his flesh upon hers. His hand ran over her body, warmth radiating off of him. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he sang to her, his hands gliding around her torso, her thigh. He brushed her lips with his, his spell strengthening by the minute. Christine felt a rush of excitement. The way he could make her feel…
The ground move as we kissed
We followed away in
Spent all night and day in…
I wish, I could stay in
And soon enough, it was over. Her Angel was gone. She could still feel the warmth of his body on hers, the tingling sensation that had rushed through her. But it was only a remembrance now.
…The Mist…