CHAPTER TWO:
"Go Christine." Erik sat in his throne, looking plain faced, as if nothing was troubling him. "But Erik I really do want to be with you!" A small smile caught Erik. "Christine believe me, it was me talking, you were not in control. "But Erik . . ." Erik waved his hand. "No Christine. Enjoy yourself at the fop's party." Christine took a deep breath, walked towards Erik, and kissed him on the mouth. After a few seconds, she broke the kiss. "Im staying with you." He smiled. "Very well!"
Andre sat in his office, pouring over his papers, until he came to a letter (from guess who). "Oh no . . . Firmin, a note."
Dear Andre, Just a word of greetings. And happy holidays to you. I do hope you are well and your wife as well. As for me, a little lonely but I have my Christine so im doing very well! O.G.
Andre smiled at the note. "Quite unusual for our Phantom friend wouldn't you say Firmin?" Firmin looked at his note. "We'll see in a minute then wont we?"
Dear Firmin, Merry Christmas to you. You never thought you'd get this note? Even I can enjoy this one holiday. Perhaps for just this once I may just go without a salary this merry Christmas month! O.G.
Firmin sighed. "Does that mean we don't have to pay him?" Andre looked at the two letters again. "Do you think its permanent? The niceness I mean." "Oh no . . . im sure he'll be ruining our lives and destroying our precious chandiliers in no time. There was an awkward silence between the two. "Want to go outside and roll around in the snow." "Yeah!" Andre replied. The two slipped on a pair of gloves and were out of the door.
CHRISTMAS EVE
(Erik is sitting alone in his lair. He has a withered old Christmas tree, and under the tree, there are two presents. One from Nadir ((Back in Persia for some reason)), and one from Christine.)
Erik sat on his throne and yawned. "Ayesha, come here kitty!" The sleek cat bounced out of Erik's bedroom and over to his throne. She bounced in to his lap. "Why isn't she here yet?" He stroked Ayesha, until she decided to eat. She almost fell out of his lap and went over to her meat. Erik sighed. "Good girl." He was so lonely . . .
"Wow Raoul this is fantastic!" Christine rested her head on his neck, dancing slowly. "Christine, your so beautiful." She smiled. "Thank you Raoul." Raoul frowned.
Erik stood outside in the snow, cradling his wedding vail in his arms. A single tear rolled down his face and on to the snow. It melted slowly. "Christine . . . you promised."
"Im so glad im with you Christine. I bet your happier here than you ever were with that Phantom freak." Christine's eyes widened in horror. "Erik. I forgot!" Raoul ignored her, and wandered of to his bedroom. "Im just going to spend about fifteen minutes on my hair and then i'll have the turkey ready." When Raoul had gone, Christine immediately rushed out of the door and in to the cold. But Erik had already gone . . .
"Go Christine." Erik sat in his throne, looking plain faced, as if nothing was troubling him. "But Erik I really do want to be with you!" A small smile caught Erik. "Christine believe me, it was me talking, you were not in control. "But Erik . . ." Erik waved his hand. "No Christine. Enjoy yourself at the fop's party." Christine took a deep breath, walked towards Erik, and kissed him on the mouth. After a few seconds, she broke the kiss. "Im staying with you." He smiled. "Very well!"
Andre sat in his office, pouring over his papers, until he came to a letter (from guess who). "Oh no . . . Firmin, a note."
Dear Andre, Just a word of greetings. And happy holidays to you. I do hope you are well and your wife as well. As for me, a little lonely but I have my Christine so im doing very well! O.G.
Andre smiled at the note. "Quite unusual for our Phantom friend wouldn't you say Firmin?" Firmin looked at his note. "We'll see in a minute then wont we?"
Dear Firmin, Merry Christmas to you. You never thought you'd get this note? Even I can enjoy this one holiday. Perhaps for just this once I may just go without a salary this merry Christmas month! O.G.
Firmin sighed. "Does that mean we don't have to pay him?" Andre looked at the two letters again. "Do you think its permanent? The niceness I mean." "Oh no . . . im sure he'll be ruining our lives and destroying our precious chandiliers in no time. There was an awkward silence between the two. "Want to go outside and roll around in the snow." "Yeah!" Andre replied. The two slipped on a pair of gloves and were out of the door.
CHRISTMAS EVE
(Erik is sitting alone in his lair. He has a withered old Christmas tree, and under the tree, there are two presents. One from Nadir ((Back in Persia for some reason)), and one from Christine.)
Erik sat on his throne and yawned. "Ayesha, come here kitty!" The sleek cat bounced out of Erik's bedroom and over to his throne. She bounced in to his lap. "Why isn't she here yet?" He stroked Ayesha, until she decided to eat. She almost fell out of his lap and went over to her meat. Erik sighed. "Good girl." He was so lonely . . .
"Wow Raoul this is fantastic!" Christine rested her head on his neck, dancing slowly. "Christine, your so beautiful." She smiled. "Thank you Raoul." Raoul frowned.
Erik stood outside in the snow, cradling his wedding vail in his arms. A single tear rolled down his face and on to the snow. It melted slowly. "Christine . . . you promised."
"Im so glad im with you Christine. I bet your happier here than you ever were with that Phantom freak." Christine's eyes widened in horror. "Erik. I forgot!" Raoul ignored her, and wandered of to his bedroom. "Im just going to spend about fifteen minutes on my hair and then i'll have the turkey ready." When Raoul had gone, Christine immediately rushed out of the door and in to the cold. But Erik had already gone . . .