THANK YOU ALL SOOO MUCH TO ALL OF YOU WHO REVIEWED! AND BECUZ I HAVE NO LIFE LOL I DECIDED TO UPDATE SUPER QUICK, I REALLY APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE REVIEW, THEY MADE ME SMILE LOL SOO THIS FIC CONTAINS SPANKING, BDSM AND A VERY DARK AND ANGEY PHANTOM... WHATS NOT TO LOVE? LOL BUT REMEMBER THAT THE PHANTOM CARES ABOUT CHRISTINE AND ONLY WANTS THE BEST FOR HER,ANYWHO PLZ REVIEW!
Christine's Pov
Surprisingly there was only so much you could do in an underground lair.
I had studied the architecture in awe, thinking had not My Angel been a greatly talented composer he would have surely made an amazing interior designer.
I had looked at the many drawings and the numerous life like figurines, including the mannequin which made me pass out yesterday, and came to the conclusion that... My Angel had a lot of time on his hands.
And so I tiredly plopped down against the bed in complete and utter boredom. Wishing desperately that he would come back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the piano that he was playing on earlier and I hastily got up and ran over to it.
Looking over at his music sheets I found a rather easy one to play. My fingers caressed the cool ivory keys and I noticed that the piano smelled like him. I inhaled the intoxicating sent greedily.
Soft notes began to fill throughout the room, as I played a song selection from a play he had wrote called Don Wan Triumphant. The song was beautiful, much like its composer, but I quickly gave up as I struck a wrong note and I turned my attention away from the piano frustrated.
It had seen like nearly hours since my angel had left but in reality it was only probably a few short minutes. Sighing I rose from the piano bench and strode over to the bookshelf, a old and dusty binding caught my eye and I picked up the book and laid down back on the bed.
Flipping through it I noticed that this was no ordinary book.
It was a dairy.
Turning the journal to the beginning I began to read, intently. I was craving to know more about my Angel of Music.
January 10, 1868
That manager has absolutely no idea who he is dealing with! Today they refused to pay me my 20,000 franks. Those amateurs! I had sent them countless notes for this past month and they still refuse to do things my way.
Maybe they will respond better if I were to give them a little threat? Surely everyone knows about me, I'm the opera ghost, the red death, the infamous phantom of the opera. It had been a long time since I had put a good use to my Punjab lasso and as it sits in the corner of my room I can't help but wondering if I should put it to use on those managers necks.
My petty matters aside, at least some good came out of today, Christine Daae.
Her singing is defiantly improving. A couple months ago she was completely flat in an high F, but now she has the voice of an angel.
Speaking of which, Its rather amusing how she calls me that. But seeing as I don't want to break her out of her daydream. I indulge in her little game. Pretending to be her 'Angel of Music' rather than to shatter her fantasies.
I can only help that soon Christine will see me as more than her 'Angel' and something more entirely.
Until the next time, O.G
I couldn't believe what I had just read. Staring at the piece of paper shocked I reread it over an over again, hoping that I was mistaken.
My Angel of Music...wasn't my Angel of Music.
A tear rolled down my face as I realized just how naive I had been. I was only eight years old when I had first heard his voice, he told me that he was the angel of music and so I stupidly thought that my Father had sent him here to watch over me.
But now he was the Phantom of the Opera, the mythical monster that the other ballet girls gossiped about. I payed little attention, only focusing on the things that were important to divulge in such silly things and so I just brushed the subject off as an old scary story.
I simply had no reason to believe that a ghost with a face of death lurked around the opera house, killing innocent people. But now terror swept through me.
All the rumors and gossip had been true and he had lured me here, and I had stupidly promised to stay with him for eternity, who knows what he would do to me, Although I knew that he had done nothing but treat me with kindness for since I'd known him but I didn't know him anymore, He wasn't my Angel of Music now, he was the Opera ghost.
I couldn't believe that I was so foolish to let him trick me.
Wiping away the tear on my face, I stood up and searched around for my shoes and a jacket. I finally found a trench coat lying about on the floor and I slipped it on, rolling up the sleeves, seeing as it was too big to fit me.
I braced myself before stepping into the cold murky water. Shivering as my skin made contact with it, I grabbed a fist full of my nightgown as I trudged through the water as fast as I could go. I needed to escape quickly.
Paying no heed to my former 'Angel of Music's' instructions, if he caught me then so be it. He would probably kill me anyway or force me to become his pleasure slave and I held no interest for either of those options but still... A lifetime with that monster or the option to be with my Father and Mother again.
Death seemed more pleasing to me.
The water began to rise up to my waist quickly and I soon found myself having to swim as the water became more and more deep. I struggled trying to look for a silver lining but all I saw was the endless passageway and water.
I continued to swim on even though my bones and every part of my body was begging for rest. But I journeyed on, determined to reach the opera house. What I wouldn't give right now to be back in my bed.
To see Madame Giry and my best friend Meg. I wondered if they had noticed my absence, no doubt Madame Giry would be sick with worry. She had promised my Father that she were to look after me and I knew that she always fretted whenever I went somewhere without informing her.
And Meg, I sighed missing her sweet personality and caring nature. Meg was like a little sister to me and I would be petrified with her disappearance if the roles where reversed.
And Raoul, I couldn't wait to see him again.
The water became shallow once again and I could distantly make out a staircase. I breathed a sigh in relief and said a short thank you prayer to God knowing that I was almost there to the Opera dormitories.
I suddenly saw a gondola come into view and I panicked, knowing exactly who was in it. I ducked under water holding my breath, a few seconds later the need for oxygen became the only thing I could focus on.
Looking up I still saw the image of the boat and so I stayed put, nearly fading in and out of consciousness while doing so.
I felt something tugging on my arm and I was soon lifted out of the water. I opened my eyes and fell onto the floor of the boat with a thud. I tried to cough up some of the water I had swallowed, drawing shaky breaths as I tried and failed to breath normally again.
A hard whack caused me to get most of the water out. The opera ghost continued on pounding my back until my all coughing subsided. A few minutes later I took in deep breaths, gasping for air.
"That was an incredibly stupid thing for you to do." He snapped. I rolled my eyes and acted as if he hadn't of spoken. I had nearly drown myself and all he could do was chastise me?
"What were you thinking Christine? You could have died. This river is not meant to be swimming in, ergo the boat! If you needed anything you should have waited for me. How could you do something so stupid?"
I payed little attention to his rant and I curled up resting my chin on the edge of the boat. The swim had exhausted me, I was nearly onto the bridge of insomnia.
"Just so you know I was trying to get away from you." I informed him sleepily, not at all in the mood to fight, I had no will power left in me.
"And why would you want to do that?" He asked, hurt evident in his voice. "Because I hate you." I cried horsely. "You lied to me! You aren't my Angel of Music! You're the fucking Phantom of the opera and I know that you only brought me here to kill me so just get on with it. Living with you would be a thousand times worse than death!" I spat.
His eyes darkned and he looked at me with a murderous expression on his face. The expression he bore was worse than when I had ripped of his mask.
He was furious.
"You will regret what you said tonight." He seethed.
AND SO THATS CHAP 2 I HOPE THAT YOU LIKED IT AND SO I'M DIEING TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! OH YEAH A THING THAT ALWAYS CONFUSED ME WAS THAT CHRISTINE CALLS ERICK THE ANGEL OF MUSIC THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE MOVIE/BOOKS SO COULD ANYONE TELL ME IF SHE KNEW THAT HE WAS THE PHANTOM OR WAS IT JUST LIKE A NICKNAME FOR HIM. LOL ANYWAY PLZ PLZ PLZ REVIEW!
