ME: HI GUYS HOW R U?!
Erik: Who are you talking to?
ME: The people/person reading this!
(Erik looks at me as if I'm insane)
Christine: (clings to Erik) What's going to happen to us at the end I-I-I don't want to leave Erik(starts crying while Erik comforts her)
Me: Aw you guys I could never do that to you. You are just to cute...(thinks about how to steal Erik from Christine)(does evil laugh)
I OWN NOTHING!
ON WITH THE FICTION (please review!)
CHAPTER 2
Christine's eyes fluttered open and she remembered how she had fainted last night and the strange masked man doing poor job imitating her much love Erik. Propping herself up on her elbow she looked around her newfound surroundings. In the well lit room there saw a detailed model of the old Paris opera house, two black well-kept wigs and an elegant white mask similar to the one which adorned the phantoms face in the film atop a black vanity and around ten different stands each holding five candles. Swinging her feet over the swan shaped bed she finally could see that her clothes had been changed to match that of the dressing gown Christine had been wearing when Erik took her to his lair and before she could think of what she was doing she started to sing Christine's lines.
"I remember there was mist...
Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake
There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat
and in the boat there was a man"
She had already walked up to the masked mans and her curiosity had finally gotten the better of her and her hands trailed to his face as she sung.
"Who was that shape in the shadows?
Whose is the face in the mask?"
In one swift movement she pulled his mask clean from his face and his own hand flew to his face in an attempt to stop her from seeing the deformity which was his face.
"Damn you!
You little prying Pandora,
You little demon,
is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you, you little lying Delilah,
You little viper,
Now you cannot ever be free,
Damn you, curse you..."
"Angel please…stop this, please, I'm sorry, Christine's eyes held nothing but annoyance at her own actions and love for the phantom himself which seemed to relax the man, who Christine had now realised was the real phantom of the opera, enough for him to say in his normal melodious voice, "Come, those fools who run my theatre will be missing you,"
"No angel I want to stay here, with you," at this Erik gave her a look which clearly said "I have made up my mind, you're going back" but behind it, hardly visible, was a look of surprise that she still wanted to stay with him after seeing, even if briefly, his monstrous face.
Erik led Christine to the boat where he helped here onto it in an almost endearing, gentlemanly way and instead of sitting down on the pillows like her film counterpart had done she wrapped her arms tightly around his midsection as if only death itself you take him away from her. Once they had reached the shore she gently hopped out of the boat and walked slowly up the stairs having memorised the path to Christine's -no her- dressing room. "Christine? Where are you going?" Mentally face palming for realising that Christine didn't know her way around his lair like she did she stopped and answered "I thought I could remember the way from when you took me down here but I don't think I can…"Christine trailed of awkwardly hoping her angel would pick up on the fact she was asking him to lead her out of as he had so nicely called it 'the prison of his dark despair'. Picking her up bridal style the phantom carried her towards the mirror which she made a mental note never ever to get changed in front of ever. Once he had placed her on the warm carpeted floors of her dressing room she placed a shy peck on his cheek as thanks earning a faint blush to appear on his cheeks and with a flick of his opera cloak he was gone.