What if Raoul Hadn't Shown to the performance of Il Muto?


Christine gazed sadly at the note in her hand, Raoul had mysteriously gotten the flu and could not come tonight, he told her to stay near the managers and other dancers and to look forward to seeing him soon. Pfft, sure, while he's got chills and sniffles we'll talk over dinner. She thought sarcastically and was told to take her place. She did so begrudgingly and as she lamely sat with Carlotta she thought about her dark angel, Erik, as he had told her, The Phantom of the Opera. Her eyes wandered to his box, knowing she would not see past the shadows there but unable to deny that he intrigued her in a dark, almost gratifying way, as immoral and wanton as that sounded, she saw something in him she had not seen in Raoul, past his face and the rumors about him, she felt pity for him, and friendship, a little girl's crush. She smiled softly as her cheeks warmed uncomfortably and rushed off the stage on cue.

She was not in this scene so she sat and pondered her feelings some more. She did not know why his regal darkness and sweet ways made her so pliable, so weak, she did not know why suddenly she wished she was in his arms, telling him of her feelings, hoping he would satisfy the uncontrollable desire which she felt at the thought of him, God save her blackened soul! If she told Raoul about this surely he would think Erik had poisoned her mind, but in truth she knew it was fate which led her to these savage feelings of need and want, this insatiable thirst for Erik and what he stood for, she had lived in the day long enough, perhaps it was time for the night. She needed to cool her flaming skin and feral hunger for his kiss, perhaps even with Erik's own flesh would she find that cool, she did not know, but she knew if she did not go to him to at least explain this tonight she would never have the chance, Raoul would get well and whisk her away, she could not let that happen.

As soon as the opera finished she rushed to her dressing room, wiped away her greasepaint and removed her costume, hung it up and slipped into her shift and then her dressing gown, she turned to the mirror, yes, this was how she had gotten down before. She went to it, not able to open it and so she groaned with exasperation and pressed a palm to it. "Erik are you there? I need to speak with you!"

Silence for a moment, then came his soft response. "Step back a bit, Christine." She obeyed and the mirror opened, revealing him. He appeared sad, disheartened and feeling her own heart twist with pity she went to him and to his complete shock and happiness she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his proud and lean chest. Slowly his own arms came around her and he whispered. "Why do you hold me, child? What is wrong?"

"Something terrible Erik. You see, I care for a man very deeply," she felt him stiffen but continued. "And I betrayed his trust and embarrassed him, he's deformed, you see and I took his mask. Well, I'm afraid I hurt him badly but lately I've had feelings for him."

Erik breathed deeply, tightening his grip, hardly daring to believe. "What sort of feelings?"

"Pity, lust, lust, lust, affection, admiration, lust, hunger, devotion, love, lust."

He brought her back to gaze into her face and he smiled very softly, she grinned, no longer the innocent child but a woman who knew what she wanted. She reached up to cup his face in her hands and brought his lips to hers, giving him the first real kiss he had ever received, and so Erik swept her into his arms and took her to his home, and only did they leave when a hansom waited at the Rue Scribe for them, ready to take them to a new life that they would share together.


Meh, it's short! Read and review, again, forgive the sexual little things, but let's be honest, even back then I'm sure they wouldn't have totally blocked THINKING about it, so I wont really apologize for making Christine think about it. Just for any offense it may cause.