Delos1108: Hey guys, it's been a while, sorry. Well this is my second pick at doing POTO, so I hope you like it. This is told from Erik's, the phantom's, point of view from Don Juan Triumphant all the way the end. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the lyrics which are mentioned in this story.
I hold Christine close and for once she does not shutter away from me. I have longed for this feeling that has eluded me for so long in my life. I pray, for the first time, that she does not shun my gift, my heart. For it is hers for eternity, even when death has taken me it will be hers.
Say you'll share with me one love, on lifetime…
I pull the ring from my pocket and show it to her.
Lead me, save me from my solitude…
Yes! She takes it and has placed it on her hand! Glorious day, she has chosen me after all!
Say you want me with you, here beside you…
Her eyes wonder away from me, why? Who does she hope to find out there in the crowd of people? Not the Vicomte, she has chosen me! Why does fear grip her face, it should be joy!
Anywhere you go let me go too- Christine, that's all I ask of…
NO! She has taken off my mask! How could she? Does she want the world to know that a beast, a DEMON, lives here under this heaven? Fine, then her choice to clear to me now!
The phantom takes Christine in arm and disappears under the opera floor to his underground labyrinth.
I feel her fight me every step of the way back down to where I have taken her so many times. Back down to pit of hell, back down to the darkness that I have never been able to escape from and now neither will her.
Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place? Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!
She does not reply to me, but I want her to! Why would she throw away my love for her, for a man, no a boy! I ignore the icy daggers of the water against my skin as we make our way back to my home. I pull the leaver for the gates to rise, Christine fights back even harder now, but I tighten my grip around her wrist. I loosen it only because she gives a small cry, I do not mean to harm her in such a way, but she has given me no choice! As the gates close behind us she no longer fights, she willing allows me to pull her up the steps and drag her to the doll which wears her wedding dress. She will be mine whether fait permits it or not.
Delos1108: Well, what did you think? I know this isn't everything, but there will be more. Please R&R.