Okay, this is probably gonna be a really crappy two-shot. But I'm really bored and it's really late, so why not? I hope you like it!
I looked at him, up into my Angel's eyes. Well, who used to be my Angel… I had just kissed him, why? Because I chose him. His eyes… Those beautiful tear filled eyes… That look he gave me, left me rendered speechless. Did I really love him? Was it just an act to save Raoul? What is wrong with me? All these questions swirled in my head. But before I could do anything, my Angel took action. "Take her, forget me, forget all of this… Leave me alone, forget all you've seen. Go now! Don't let them find you! Take the boat, swear to me, never to tell. The secret you know, of the Angel in Hell!"
He said as he walked up the stairs to his private chamber. I went and untied Raoul and as he embraced me I felt something… But it wasn't love. More like relief. "Go now! Go now and leave me!" My Angel's voice burned as I saw him looking at us. His voice cracked with sorrow as he retreated into his room.
"Christine, let's go." Raoul said, his hand wrapped around my wrist. I looked at him with pity. Knowing that this was not going to end well. "Raoul… I-I Can't do this." I sighed, the water was soaking my dress even more. I was so cold… "Do what?" Raoul asked me. I could detect the worry in his tone. "Raoul… I can't go with you." I replied firmly. Now knowing that I really had crossed the point of no return.
Raoul stumbled back. "C-Christine… Are you really going to go back to him and leave me?" He asked, a hint of anger on his last two words. I shook my head, "Raoul, I love him. And he will die without me. I'm all he's got left." My voice was soft. I could hear the mob getting closer. "I'm sorry Raoul. But, you have love. He has never known that at all. Goodbye." I murmured as I made my way towards the staircase.
"Christine! You can't do this!" Raoul shouted to me. "Oh, but I can…" I said softly as I started to climb the stairs. "Goodbye…" My voice echoing off the walls. As I enter my Angel's room I see him sadly singing to his musical box. With a small smile I stand where I am at and listened.
"Masquerade, paper face on parade… Masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you…" The words that left his lips were so heart breaking that I wanted to run into his embrace. Then as if sensing my presence he turns to me, his face of immense longing and helplessness. "Christine, I love you…" He sings, his voice barely a whisper, yet it fills my head.
I realize that my smile has faded, but I walk up to him. His lips lift in a small smile. I reach out and stroke his face, "I have come back to you Ange…" His skin was soft, smooth. I never expected his deformed side to feel that way. He slowly stands and takes my hand. "We must be quick, they are almost here." He whispers. I nod and follow him over to a mirror.
"Cover your eyes Christine." He asks. I do as I say. After a few seconds of crashes I uncover my eyes to see that the mirror is shattered and that there is a dark passageway before us. Grabbing my hand he led me into the passageway. "You alone can make my song take flight… Help me make the music of the night." He sings. And I smile.
