Disclaimer: No..I do not own anything..I only own Lillian.
A/N: Hello..sorry it has been so long since I have updated..I have been rather busy. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I think that I may end up having the rest of my chapters be told in Christine's POV. Well..on with the chapter, don't forget to leave a review!
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Perfect, Christine thought. Christine was trying on a new red gown she bought for herself. She thought it would be perfect for the opera this evening.
Christine decided to take a long soothing bath. She felt so relaxed. Raoul had already left for the day and said he would be home by the time she was. She was feeling rather excited but nervous about being with Erik again.
Christine didn't realize she had been in the bath so long, fore she lost track of time. She got out and began to fix her hair the way she usually wore it. Her hair down, with her brown curls falling around her shoulders. She put light makeup on and then called Lillian to help her with the back of her bodice. Christine was ready. Lillian told her she looked beautiful. Christine realized that she never said anything like that before when she went out with Raoul. Perhaps she over did it? Was it because of Erik?
Christine heard the knock on the door at exactly the right time. She walked down the stairs to see Erik dressed in his best, which was his usual attire.
"Good evening, you look lovely." Erik said when he saw her.
"Thank you." Christine said and put on her cream-colored lace shawl.
Erik walked Christine over to the waiting carriage and began their journey in Paris. The whole ride they were silent. Christine decided to just look out and see how beautiful the night sky looked. Christine had realized that Erik was doing the same.
When the carriage finally came to a halt, Erik helped Christine out and escorted her to their seats, which ended up being Box 5. Christine smiled as she sat down. She could see people glancing their way and whispering to others, but she didn't care.
Soon the opera began. Christine saw Meg and the other dancers. She also noticed Madame Giry, who was off stage making faces and mouthing off things to the ballet chorus. Christine giggled as she remembered herself once being a ballet rat.
"You miss it don't you?" Erik said, whom she forgotten was even there.
"Yes. I do." She replied honestly.
Erik and Christine sat in silence until the end of Act I. At the end, Christine chose to bring up conversation.
"I have seen some of your designs. They are wonderful." She said.
"Thank you Madame." He replied.
"Call me Christine..as you did once before." She said with a strong gaze towards him.
"Things have changed." He said in a whisper. The overture began to play.
"Not everything." She said looking down towards the orchestra. "Perhaps after the opera you will take me to your home, the one I am sure you haven't left." She was looking back at him now, praying he would say yes.
"If..that is what you wish." He replied. Oh Erik, you have no idea what I wish for, Christine thought.
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Christine followed Erik through the passageway. She grabbed Erik's hand for support, but also for comfort.
Erik helped Christine into the boat and rowed to the entrance of the lair. He helped her out and escorted her inside.
Christine walked in and looked all around. My God, she thought, it is just as I remember it. The smell, the look, and the feel of being safe.
Christine walked over to the organ and ran her fingers over it. So many memories, she thought. Tears ran down her cheeks.
"I miss this." She said in a whisper.
"Well..not much as changed." He said taking off his cloak and fedora.
"Yes, your rich and successful, and respected." She said.
"Respected?" He asked. "Respected! I am least of all respected Christine! I am sure that husband of yours told you I was, right?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Well, all I am is paid off! My ideas go to the richest men in the world, and I get millions of dollars in replace for that."
Was this the loving and caring Erik that Christine knew? She seemed frightened. "I am sorry Erik, I had no idea." She said as she quickly sat on the sofa. "Of course you didn't." he replied. "You know once this arrangement with your precious Vicomte is over and down with I must return to being a monster, a creature. He wants me to stay away wants its all over with."
Christine seemed on the brink of tears. "I thought..I mean..Raoul wanted me to.." She couldn't bring herself to say something right.
"Raoul want you to? To what?" he asked. "Christine, you have never been able to think for yourself! You have become another woman of society. You wonder around to your parties and show off everything you own. I used to think you had some dignity, but I was completely wrong."
Christine was crying at this point. Was it true? she thought. She couldn't take it anymore. She ran out of there. She ran and ran until she was completely out of the opera house. She didn't even hear Erik try to come after her.
She finally stopped in the middle of the street to hail a carriage. It brought her home and she walked quickly inside. She didn't bother to find out if Raoul were home. She went straight to her room and collapsed on the floor in tears. Have I become what I never wanted to become? she thought.
A/N: Hello..sorry it has been so long since I have updated..I have been rather busy. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I think that I may end up having the rest of my chapters be told in Christine's POV. Well..on with the chapter, don't forget to leave a review!
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Perfect, Christine thought. Christine was trying on a new red gown she bought for herself. She thought it would be perfect for the opera this evening.
Christine decided to take a long soothing bath. She felt so relaxed. Raoul had already left for the day and said he would be home by the time she was. She was feeling rather excited but nervous about being with Erik again.
Christine didn't realize she had been in the bath so long, fore she lost track of time. She got out and began to fix her hair the way she usually wore it. Her hair down, with her brown curls falling around her shoulders. She put light makeup on and then called Lillian to help her with the back of her bodice. Christine was ready. Lillian told her she looked beautiful. Christine realized that she never said anything like that before when she went out with Raoul. Perhaps she over did it? Was it because of Erik?
Christine heard the knock on the door at exactly the right time. She walked down the stairs to see Erik dressed in his best, which was his usual attire.
"Good evening, you look lovely." Erik said when he saw her.
"Thank you." Christine said and put on her cream-colored lace shawl.
Erik walked Christine over to the waiting carriage and began their journey in Paris. The whole ride they were silent. Christine decided to just look out and see how beautiful the night sky looked. Christine had realized that Erik was doing the same.
When the carriage finally came to a halt, Erik helped Christine out and escorted her to their seats, which ended up being Box 5. Christine smiled as she sat down. She could see people glancing their way and whispering to others, but she didn't care.
Soon the opera began. Christine saw Meg and the other dancers. She also noticed Madame Giry, who was off stage making faces and mouthing off things to the ballet chorus. Christine giggled as she remembered herself once being a ballet rat.
"You miss it don't you?" Erik said, whom she forgotten was even there.
"Yes. I do." She replied honestly.
Erik and Christine sat in silence until the end of Act I. At the end, Christine chose to bring up conversation.
"I have seen some of your designs. They are wonderful." She said.
"Thank you Madame." He replied.
"Call me Christine..as you did once before." She said with a strong gaze towards him.
"Things have changed." He said in a whisper. The overture began to play.
"Not everything." She said looking down towards the orchestra. "Perhaps after the opera you will take me to your home, the one I am sure you haven't left." She was looking back at him now, praying he would say yes.
"If..that is what you wish." He replied. Oh Erik, you have no idea what I wish for, Christine thought.
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Christine followed Erik through the passageway. She grabbed Erik's hand for support, but also for comfort.
Erik helped Christine into the boat and rowed to the entrance of the lair. He helped her out and escorted her inside.
Christine walked in and looked all around. My God, she thought, it is just as I remember it. The smell, the look, and the feel of being safe.
Christine walked over to the organ and ran her fingers over it. So many memories, she thought. Tears ran down her cheeks.
"I miss this." She said in a whisper.
"Well..not much as changed." He said taking off his cloak and fedora.
"Yes, your rich and successful, and respected." She said.
"Respected?" He asked. "Respected! I am least of all respected Christine! I am sure that husband of yours told you I was, right?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Well, all I am is paid off! My ideas go to the richest men in the world, and I get millions of dollars in replace for that."
Was this the loving and caring Erik that Christine knew? She seemed frightened. "I am sorry Erik, I had no idea." She said as she quickly sat on the sofa. "Of course you didn't." he replied. "You know once this arrangement with your precious Vicomte is over and down with I must return to being a monster, a creature. He wants me to stay away wants its all over with."
Christine seemed on the brink of tears. "I thought..I mean..Raoul wanted me to.." She couldn't bring herself to say something right.
"Raoul want you to? To what?" he asked. "Christine, you have never been able to think for yourself! You have become another woman of society. You wonder around to your parties and show off everything you own. I used to think you had some dignity, but I was completely wrong."
Christine was crying at this point. Was it true? she thought. She couldn't take it anymore. She ran out of there. She ran and ran until she was completely out of the opera house. She didn't even hear Erik try to come after her.
She finally stopped in the middle of the street to hail a carriage. It brought her home and she walked quickly inside. She didn't bother to find out if Raoul were home. She went straight to her room and collapsed on the floor in tears. Have I become what I never wanted to become? she thought.