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Christine is pulled through a tunnel lit with candles that make light bounce off the walls. She looks back at the mirror, only to see that it has closed. No going back now.
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again for now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind
The words tumble out of Christine's mouth without thinking. She doesn't know how she knows the lyrics or where they are exactly, only that the song feels right. But, then he begins to sing, and all thoughts leave Christine's head.
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind
His voice is like dripping honey, so beautiful, and Christine can't help but become entranced. She holds onto his hand a little tighter and looks at him adoringly with half-glazed eyes.
Erik's P.O.V.
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
Her voice! Her voice is the most beautiful and precious instrument he had ever handled and cared for, and he means to keep it that way...with him...forever.
It's me they hear.
He sings back, looking over his shoulder at Christine. Her eyes filled with longing make his heart pound slightly with guilt. "My voice is doing this to her, if my mask was off she wouldn't be so hypnotized!"
Your/My spirit and your/my voice in one
combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your/my mind!
Their voices echo and ring through the catacombs beneath the opera house.
In all your fantasies,
You always knew
That man and mystery
Erik sings softly, waiting for his precious Christine to answer his song.
Were both in you...
Such a simple sentence still made him shiver involuntarily.
And in this labyrinth where night is life
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your/my mind!
The Phantom smiles slightly, knowing his song will make Christine want to stay with him, love him, sing for him!
He's there, The Phantom of the Opera!
She will sing for me! Sing Christine!
Sing, my Angel of Music...
Christine's P.O.V.
Christine begins to sing higher and higher, higher and more angelic than she had ever sung before.
Sing, my angel
The Phantom encourages her, and she can't stop singing, can't get out of this wonderful trance he had put upon her.
Singing higher still, Christine can just begin to make out candles flickering at the end of the tunnel. Gliding on the boat, closer, closer.
Sing for me!
With one deep breath, Christine sings out the highest note her voice can take. Her voice echoing off the walls in a phantom song.
"Where have you brought me?" Christine asks looking at the man in the mask.
"A place where song lives and night concurs all," He answers simply.
"Who are you?" She asks, looking lightly upon him.
"I am your teacher, Christine," He tells her brushing his thumb along her knuckle. Christine shivers.
"What should I call, Monsieur?"
"You can call me whatever you would like."
"May I call you Angel?" Christine asks, looking into his emerald green eyes with her honey brown ones.
"Yes child, you may."
"When may we begin, Angel?" She inquires.
"After you have slept. Would you like me to show you your room?"
"That would be wonderful!"
The Phantom picks up Christine's hand and helps her out of the boat, and leads her to a small room behind a curtain of black and sliver beads. Inside the room there is a bed shaped like a swan with blood-red covers and black, silk pillows. He helps her into the bed, covering her.
"Sleep well, Christine, goodnight," The Phantom says to Christine, kissing her hand.
"Goodnight, Angel," Christine whispers, smiling at him.
She watches her Angel until he is out of sight. Then Christine closes her eyes, snuggles into the rose scented blankets, and falls into a beautiful, dreamless sleep.
Erik's P.O.V.
He smiles to himself as he turns to look at his Angel one last time, before venturing over to his organ. Usually when he played his music, all thoughts left him, but tonight he could not stop thinking about her.
He played softly, a lullaby, hoping it will make her fall asleep.
"Tomorrow," He thinks, "I will show her the real power her voice can hold. Tomorrow my Angel will become mine."
Ahh! I love the Phantom and Christine. They are such a great couple! What will happen tomorrow? Will Christine become Erik's or will it end in disaster? (Btw I'm really sorry for the single line break at the beginning of the story I didn't mean for it to be in there and I tried to get rid of it, but it wouldn't go away -_-