To perform in his opera was all he commanded. To have her in his opera so he could touch her, to hold her and take her away.
So here everyone was. The house was filling fast and every minutes you could see people taking their seats. People filling the front of the house and the backstage buzzing with rumors of the notorious Phantom.
Sitting in her sisters dressing room, she looked in the mirror. Wearing the dress her sister was assigned but now she was in. There had to be a few adjustments so the dress would not literally fall off of her tiny frame. But she had looked quite beautiful in it her self. (Don Juan Triumphant dress)
Secretly, Rosalie was excited to see Erik. She couldn't wait to hear his silky seductive voice, to see him. She has cried every night as she had lay in bed, sulking after Edgar abused her. Though Edgar had insisted Rosalie not do the part, Raoul convinced him that it was the only way to end the Phantom' s reign.
So, before Rosalie had went to her room, Edgar had marched up to her and jammed a huge gaudy diamond engagement ring on her finger, then left her to fool around with one of the ballet rats.
"I'm sorry you have to go through with this," Christine said, looking at her sister with a sincere look and soft eyes sorrow filled eyes. If only she knew the truth about Erik,.that he wasn't as cruel as he seemed- that in fact he was dying for the least bit of love that he deserved. If only she knew Erik would never hurt Rosalie...
Rosalie looked at her, wanting to tell her she love him and it was fine. To spill the truth about Edgars abuse and her Love for Erik, but she couldn't. It would he a bad idea, Christine would tell her fop and he'd force everything he could for his abusive cousin to marry her. Christine would be so blinded by Raoul' s sweet sincere act that she had though he was that way with he'd sister too. Wrong, he was the exact opposite.
Standing, Rosalie hugged her sister and made her way out to the off stage, ignoring the glances and stares. Standing on the side watching and waiting for the curtain to open and the opera to begin.
In the time of everyone readying themselves, Andre and Firmin had made their way to Rosalie. The both walked through the house and ignored everyone but here a police officer behind them, armed and ready.
"We assure you Madame, the doors are barred and the police are here," Andre said, giving a nod to her, "He will not harm you, I assume." Firmin finished. Both had gave he'd a polite and left back to their box.
She took a few deep breaths, Raoul and Edgar would be sitting in box five; Erik' s box, watching the event. Police men, with guns everywhere, ready to strike, to shoot ,to kill Erik.
The thoughts sickened Rosalie. They didn't understand, they never would. But she would, she would be there. She had hoped he knew about them, he surely was right? He knew everything that went on in the Opera Populaire.
The curtain had opened and before Rosalie knew it, she was stepping out on stage. Excited to see him, disgusted by the disloyalty of the opera owners and nervous. Nervous for never going out in front of anyone and singing. She was used to the shadows not the limelight.
Her hand clutched the basket as she stepped out on stage and walked further out, talking a breath.
no thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!
Erik had made his way out, eyes locking with in hers.
You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . .
I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge - in your mind you've already succumbed to me dropped all defences completely succumbed to me - now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided . .
Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end . . .
Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . .
What raging fire shall flood the soul? (At this time Erik had wrapped his arm around her) What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us . . .?
Past the point of no return, the final threshold -what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return . . .
You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence silence . . .
Rosalie started to sing, looking at him.
I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why . . .
In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . .
Past the point of no return - no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . .
Both Erik and Rosalie made their way up the stair of the stage bridge.
Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .?
When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .?
Both begin to sing in incision and Erik's hands met Rosalie's arms and her met his waist. He spun her holding her hands as she rest against him.
Past the point of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . . We've passed the point of no return . .
((A/N Thanks for the concerns of my health, and thank you so much for all the reviews. I'm very happy that I have chapter eleven up and.I'm sure the next few chapters will be mind blowing for you all ;) Your obedient servant, C.M))