Author's Note: This takes place after the movie. No events from the movie were altered. There are some references to the movie (songs and also events/objects from the film). This is my first attempt at fanfiction, so please rate and review. Thank you and enjoy...
The Point of No Return
Christine turned to face her reflection in the mirror. Her wedding dress was even more beautiful then she'd imagined. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, with a few strands wisping around her face, just the way Raoul liked it. In her hands was a bouquet of brilliant red roses.
Roses, she thought, were the Phantom's favourite. It was somehow ironic, for they gave such sweet fragrance and yet were plagued by a tangle of thorns. Much like the Phantom's musical genius was masked by his repugnant disfiguration. Looking at her own doll-like complexion she was cast back to that first night in the Phantom's lair. His strong willed nature and dark demeanour had frightened her, yet somehow compelled her towards him. She had never known anyone like him. Raoul had certainly never held her fascination so strongly and yet she loved him. Didn't she?
The passion the Phantom had awoken within her all those years ago came flooding back. She felt as if she was being twisted everyway as she stared blankly at herself in the mirror. Oh, what she wouldn't give to see that Phantom staring back at her.
"Christine, everybody's waiting," came Meg's soft voice from the hallway outside. This was it, after this there would be no going back, this was the point of no return. Blowing out the one solitary candle that lit the room, she turned to leave.
I am your Angel of Music. Come to the angel of music...
The recognizable voice, whispered to her the familiar song once more. Was she imagining this, or was he really there? In that moment of confusion, one thing was made crystal clear. She could not marry Raoul. Not matter how much she loved him; the Phantom's hold on her would always be stronger. Even after all those years of trying to curb her obsession with him, it was always there, just below the surface. It would not be fair to Raoul to make him give his whole heart to her, when she could not do the same in return, for a small part of her heart had always belonged to the Phantom.
Tears in her eyes she threw the roses across the room. A rogue thorn pricked her finger, drawing blood. The painful throbbing in her hand was nothing compared to how she felt inside. How could she betray her soul mate like this, much less to leave him for the man who once threatened to take his life? She dropped to the ground, sobbing violent tears of hate. Not for the Phantom, but rather, for herself. A strong hand picked her up, the other wiping her tear stained cheeks. His face was obscured by a white mask, but she knew who it was.