I do not own The Phantom of the Opera nor the characters.
Chapter 1
He had taken one of his capes to cover the wooden spine of the now broken mirror. Covering our tracks to give us a head start, he had quietly whispered once he was done. He held his hand out to me, and without hesitation I willingly gave him mind. And then we stepped in together.
The tunnel was dark. My eyes were not use to the world of darkness, unlike my phantom angel. Erik. He said to call him Erik. I had to rely on him completely to guide me through to wherever we were going.
I was overwhelmed by the odor. It smelled of mouse droppings and mold. I tried to breathe as little as possible, but I could almost feel it seeping into my eyes. It burned, but nothing can top the ache that I feel for what I have done to my darling was probably talking to the police right this instant. Maybe he was planning a rescue! Don't be such a stupid girl, I thought. Raoul knows that what is done, is done. You can't live in the past. If anything, he's guiding any rescue party away from our trail to protect me.
My hand is still placed in Erik's as he leads us down the many turns. He's had to pick me up countless times after my foot caught broken pieces of rock and brick. My stockings were ripped after the first few falls, and if it were light they could hardly be recognized as stockings at all. No sound was made between the two of us, other than our feet brushing against the ground.
Soon, I began to notice a change. the smell became almost unbearable. But instead of the mouse droppings, it began to smell more human...
That's when we began taking steps downward. The smell became so bad, that I had to stop and hold onto the wall as I dry heaved. We were in the sewage system. And we were about to get into it.
After hours of moving, I finally asked, "Where are we going?" My eyes had grown accustomed to the black and I could see his eyebrows slightly lift on his unmasked face as we sifted through the black waters. We still held hands, but our arms were linked in the air in an attempt to keep our upper bodies clean.
"We are now on the outskirts of Paris. The sewage system connects to the whole city. I have a friend that will help us. Other than you, my dear, he is the closed thing to a friend that I have."
Hearing those words made my heart ache for him. I knew I should have no pity for him. All of the murders that he'd committed. But his life would be so different if he'd had a normal face. a mother and a father...
No. I wasn't going to think of it. Only living in the now would give me strength to continue.
Finally, we begin climbing up again. My white dress had been destroyed from the grime. My shoes had fallen off somewhere, but I wasn't about to bend down and go looking for them. I felt dirty. I knew no matter how much I could scrub, I wouldn't feel clean again for a very long time.
Erik led me to a latter of which we climbed, him leading and I following. I was afraid that I was going to fall off with all the slime that was sticking to the rungs. We arose onto an ally in low moonlight. He ushered me quickly to a house next to the ally. Erik didn't knock, just walked in. I thought it odd, but everything with Erik was.
The room that we entered was furnished with pearl edged sofas and humanistic paintings. No candles were lit and I was surprised when I heard the voice. "Erik, I've been expecting you." The accent was thick, and not French. I could only find the man's outline after hearing his voice the second time.
"When I heard of the bomb threats at the Palais Garnier, I knew you would come. And I see you have brought someone." He said this and made a small motion to me.
"Yes, this is Christine. She and I will be married as soon as possible."
I felt my heart skip a beat. Not a skip of joy, but one of dread. I was to be married to the Phantom.
In the book, Christine was kind of a wimp. Just saying. So in mine I'm trying to make her more brave, while still maintaining that innocence. If you have any inspiring ideas as to what should follow, don't be afraid to share(: