AN: This is a little one shot I wrote but I can add more chapters if you like. Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera
Oh, Christine, how I love you
Oh my angel, my Christine, how I love you. You bestowed to me a sweet kiss on my abhorrent lips. Your innocence was seeping through the strong façade you put up to save that boy's life. The tender smile directed at the Vicomte, not at me, shattered another piece of my fragile heart. My heart, too, wore a carefully perfected mask meant to never break and never fall into the hopelessness pit one calls love. Yet you ripped that mask off me more gently than the one constructed to hide my face from the world. An endless masquerade one might call it. Thoughts pulsated through my veined head one by one, thought by thought. I harshly yanked my perfect noose of the boy's previously smooth, but now littered with bruises, neck.
"Go now" I screamed and pushed your body into Raoul's awaiting arms. The boy, overcome with shock, stood there dumbly for a few seconds holding you in his arms. The mob would soon come and the once powerful bringer of death would not be able to overcome their torments and tortures.
As soon as the boy had your small, frail body in the boat and whisked you off into the light I sat on the organ bench and waited for the mob to come. Dressed in my best suit, I played a requiem, not wanting my unwelcome visitors to see me vulnerable and weak. I heard them descend before I saw them, you do know how carefully tuned my ears are, right Christine?
I glanced up as you walked sadly to my side. Oh my Christine, how sweet you looked at that moment. As you pressed the ring I forced upon your finger into my palm you shed a single tear. I caressed your cheek and you smiled softly. I spoke words of adoration and comfort to you and escorted you to the door. Christine, my love, you were never meant to be there. I took your hand and led you to your anxious vicomte waiting outside my door. He was ready to attack me, that I knew my dear, yet with a single glance. You placed your tender lips upon my cheek and then left with Raoul. I walked back to my organ and started playing again as the mob climbed down my portcullis. Oh, Christine, my angel, now I can die in peace.