This story takes place when the Phantom is dangling Eric with the rope.
This is when Christine is down in his dungeon-thing. NONE of these
characters are mine!! Too bad!
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"No, please!" yelled Christine. "It's his life or yours spent with me for all eternity!" yelled back the Phantom. "Please! Spare him!" yelled Christine. "Choose!" yelled the Phantom. "Don't do it, Christine!" Erik said, a bare whisper as the noose began to close around his neck. "I'll stay," cried Christine. The phantom painstakingly cut the noose. "Go," the Phantom said, his voice as hard as gravel. "Christine, I love you!" Erik cried before finally retreating. "I hate you!" yelled Christine. "I am your Angel of Music! Be mine or die! I am your tutor!" "I want to go! I want to be free! I share no pity upon you! You evil creature! Show me your face!" lamented Christine. "Christine Daae. I show you my face!" Phantom moaned. He pulled off the mask. "You poor fool! Your face is nothing! Yet you haunt the Opera!" As he turns into the light, she sees his largely disfigured face. "You hideous creature! I cannot stay!" she rushes to the edge of the room, weeping. "She weeps at my face! She hates me so!" weeps the Phantom. There is a thump. "Where is the Phantom? We've come for him!" shout the people. "They're coming for me. Run, Christine! Don't ever come back! Go!" the Phantom yelled. Christine runs. The Phantom goes to the corner. He picks up a little toy monkey and winds it up. "Masquerade, paper faces on parade. Masquerade..."the Phantom sings. Suddenly, a voice joins in. "Masquerade," they chorus. He turns. It's Christine. "Christine?"
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"No, please!" yelled Christine. "It's his life or yours spent with me for all eternity!" yelled back the Phantom. "Please! Spare him!" yelled Christine. "Choose!" yelled the Phantom. "Don't do it, Christine!" Erik said, a bare whisper as the noose began to close around his neck. "I'll stay," cried Christine. The phantom painstakingly cut the noose. "Go," the Phantom said, his voice as hard as gravel. "Christine, I love you!" Erik cried before finally retreating. "I hate you!" yelled Christine. "I am your Angel of Music! Be mine or die! I am your tutor!" "I want to go! I want to be free! I share no pity upon you! You evil creature! Show me your face!" lamented Christine. "Christine Daae. I show you my face!" Phantom moaned. He pulled off the mask. "You poor fool! Your face is nothing! Yet you haunt the Opera!" As he turns into the light, she sees his largely disfigured face. "You hideous creature! I cannot stay!" she rushes to the edge of the room, weeping. "She weeps at my face! She hates me so!" weeps the Phantom. There is a thump. "Where is the Phantom? We've come for him!" shout the people. "They're coming for me. Run, Christine! Don't ever come back! Go!" the Phantom yelled. Christine runs. The Phantom goes to the corner. He picks up a little toy monkey and winds it up. "Masquerade, paper faces on parade. Masquerade..."the Phantom sings. Suddenly, a voice joins in. "Masquerade," they chorus. He turns. It's Christine. "Christine?"
