1When Will the Blood Begin to Race?
A/N: Hey all! Thanks for taking an interest in my story! This is my first Phantom fic, so I ask for no flames... at least for the moment. I am just taking a stab at writing, for I am bored. This is a mix of ALW's and Leroux's version. Quick thing to clear things up: Italics: are thoughts; bold italics: are flashbacks. A million hugs and kisses to my editor, Chris!
No, I don't own Phantom. And when I rule the world! I still wont own it...
Prologue
The darkness was cool, rich, inviting.
What have I done? This was the sole thought in her head. She continuously looked over her shoulder, making sure she wasn't being followed. The only sound was the gallops of the horse she had taken from the De Chagny Estate. It had surprised Christine how easily she got out of the De Chagny mansion.
Almost too easy. It had been a month and they still weren't married, though it had been prominently advertised 2 days after the "incident." Raoul didn't know why she kept asking for more time, though Christine suspected he knew all too well. Since that night under the Opera Populaire, Christine had seen a new side to Raoul. A not so pleasant, or safe side. He had been pressuring her, over protective, not letting her out of the house, not even into the yard.
They have had fights, too many than Christine would like to admit.
Raoul came into her room one morning and slipped his arm around her neck and stomach as she was brushing her hair. She had been taken by surprise and for a moment swore she smelled the tangy smell of citrus she had come to long for.
"Christine?" She heard his rich tenor voice in her ear. A small chill went down spine. "Mm?" She responded, her eyes still closed.
"Shall we have the wedding in a fortnight?" This question snapped her out of daydream.
She turned and forced a smile on through her disappointment. She snaked her arms around his neck as she said, "Darling Raoul, do you think we could wait just a while longer? I want to marry you, I just need a little time."
As she spoke, she could see the shimmer in his eyes disappear and become stormy with anger. When she finished, he pushed Christine away.
"It's always a little more time, Christine! How many more 'Little More Time's' do you need?"
"Raoul, please! I just need to-"
"To what, Christine? To finally realize that you don't love me? That you much rather go back to your 'Angel'?" He practically spat out the last word.
"No, Raoul! Please try to understand!" By now Christine was sobbing.
"Understand! Christine, what do you take me for! I hear you yell out his name at night!"
Christine went up to him and slapped him through tears. "How dare you!"
He just chuckled. "Alright Christine, you will have a little more time. But mark my words, it will come soon, whether you are ready or not." He left the room slamming the door.
That was yesterday.
Tears were now streaming down her face, but she pressed on. She could now see the shimmering Paris skyline. She knew where she needed to go, and what she needed to do, just not yet. She couldn't yet.
A/N: So tell me what you think!