Disclaimer: I do not own Erik, Christine, Raoul nor any other character
from The Phantom of the Opera. They belong to their proper owners. Be it
Leroux, Webber, whomever. This is set as the musical ends . but with a new
twist!
"Christine!" Erik bellowed.
"You try my patience! Make your choice!" He hissed those final three words. He and Christine stood staring at one another for what seemed like an eternity. Erik started shaking slightly and Christine noticed this. Her powerful, mysterious angel was shaking! Her thoughts flew back to the first time she had seen Erik. The way he appeared in the mirror. He was shaking then, too. Only at that time, she did not know the power she held over him. It rivaled the power he held over her.
Raoul looked on, his life now decided on a single word. "Yes." Who would ever guess that such a common word could mean the difference between life and death? He clawed at the rope strangling him, trying not to flair around, as that only seemed to make things worse for his situation.
"Christine." He muttered
"Erik!" The tears shed from her eyes and she raised her hand to caress his horrific features but she stopped just before she touched him. His half mask had been tossed away what seemed like hours ago. She didn't mean to take it off. His words still echoed in her mind. "Lead me, save me from my solitude." She wanted to show him then. Prove to him then. As he whispered to her "Christine, that's all I ask of-" she leaned into him. Taking hold of his mask to bring him closer to her. But then she saw something she had never seen in his eyes before. Fear! He shot back, and both of them froze momentarily. She looked down and saw the mask in her hand. She looked back up at him, and saw him, pleading with her.
"Why!?" He hissed. He thought she had ripped it off on purpose!
"Erik.. no.. you don't-!"A shot fired, barely missing him.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled as he wrapped his cloak around her and stole her away. Was that towards her, or the marksmen?
She sighed as she returned to thoughts on her decision. She knew her choice. She knew for a long time. She had just been too blind to see! Too scared to admit! She loved Raoul dearly. Her childhood friend was now a handsome young viscount. Who couldn't love him?
She couldn't love him. Not in the way he would want her to. He was like her brother. Unfortunately, he did not see Christine as his sister. She turned towards Raoul, walking slowly towards him. She looked up at his handsome figure, struggling with the rope around his neck. She mouthed the words "Forgive me." She then turned on her heal and shot her eyes through Erik.
"Release him!" Her hands clenched into tiny fists at her side.
"Excuse me?" Erik looked shocked.
"You heard me! Let him down! Release him!"
Erik walked up to her, like a lion stalking his pray.
"How dare you! You are hardly in the position to be making demands, Christine!"
"No!" Christine shouted. "How dare you! How can I be forced to make such a choice!? If I wait too long, it could be too late!"
"Then perhaps it would be best if you hurried up!" He sneered through clenched teeth.
"Erik let him go now!" She paused as he got closer to her and her voice dropped to a whisper "You know my choice, Erik. How can you doubt that? Can't you see!?" Her hands grasped the lapels of his tailcoat. "Please tell me you see!"
"You're lying" Erik shook his head. "How can you-"
"Erik, I'm not lying." She pulled on his lapels, bringing him ever closer to her. She paused for a moment, gazing into his eyes. The same fear that had been in them, as they were on the stage, lingered. But this time, she would not let him pull away. She brought one hand up to his head and brought his face towards hers. Their lips brushed against one another and Erik froze. After a few seconds she pulled away, touched her lips tenderly, then met his lips again. This time Erik responded hungrily.
Raoul watched in horror as a realization hit him. Christine loved The Phantom. Why was he realizing this now? The truth was so obvious, or perhaps because he was close to death. Either way, it was painfully obvious she didn't love him, that's why she asked for forgiveness.
"Christine!" Erik bellowed.
"You try my patience! Make your choice!" He hissed those final three words. He and Christine stood staring at one another for what seemed like an eternity. Erik started shaking slightly and Christine noticed this. Her powerful, mysterious angel was shaking! Her thoughts flew back to the first time she had seen Erik. The way he appeared in the mirror. He was shaking then, too. Only at that time, she did not know the power she held over him. It rivaled the power he held over her.
Raoul looked on, his life now decided on a single word. "Yes." Who would ever guess that such a common word could mean the difference between life and death? He clawed at the rope strangling him, trying not to flair around, as that only seemed to make things worse for his situation.
"Christine." He muttered
"Erik!" The tears shed from her eyes and she raised her hand to caress his horrific features but she stopped just before she touched him. His half mask had been tossed away what seemed like hours ago. She didn't mean to take it off. His words still echoed in her mind. "Lead me, save me from my solitude." She wanted to show him then. Prove to him then. As he whispered to her "Christine, that's all I ask of-" she leaned into him. Taking hold of his mask to bring him closer to her. But then she saw something she had never seen in his eyes before. Fear! He shot back, and both of them froze momentarily. She looked down and saw the mask in her hand. She looked back up at him, and saw him, pleading with her.
"Why!?" He hissed. He thought she had ripped it off on purpose!
"Erik.. no.. you don't-!"A shot fired, barely missing him.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled as he wrapped his cloak around her and stole her away. Was that towards her, or the marksmen?
She sighed as she returned to thoughts on her decision. She knew her choice. She knew for a long time. She had just been too blind to see! Too scared to admit! She loved Raoul dearly. Her childhood friend was now a handsome young viscount. Who couldn't love him?
She couldn't love him. Not in the way he would want her to. He was like her brother. Unfortunately, he did not see Christine as his sister. She turned towards Raoul, walking slowly towards him. She looked up at his handsome figure, struggling with the rope around his neck. She mouthed the words "Forgive me." She then turned on her heal and shot her eyes through Erik.
"Release him!" Her hands clenched into tiny fists at her side.
"Excuse me?" Erik looked shocked.
"You heard me! Let him down! Release him!"
Erik walked up to her, like a lion stalking his pray.
"How dare you! You are hardly in the position to be making demands, Christine!"
"No!" Christine shouted. "How dare you! How can I be forced to make such a choice!? If I wait too long, it could be too late!"
"Then perhaps it would be best if you hurried up!" He sneered through clenched teeth.
"Erik let him go now!" She paused as he got closer to her and her voice dropped to a whisper "You know my choice, Erik. How can you doubt that? Can't you see!?" Her hands grasped the lapels of his tailcoat. "Please tell me you see!"
"You're lying" Erik shook his head. "How can you-"
"Erik, I'm not lying." She pulled on his lapels, bringing him ever closer to her. She paused for a moment, gazing into his eyes. The same fear that had been in them, as they were on the stage, lingered. But this time, she would not let him pull away. She brought one hand up to his head and brought his face towards hers. Their lips brushed against one another and Erik froze. After a few seconds she pulled away, touched her lips tenderly, then met his lips again. This time Erik responded hungrily.
Raoul watched in horror as a realization hit him. Christine loved The Phantom. Why was he realizing this now? The truth was so obvious, or perhaps because he was close to death. Either way, it was painfully obvious she didn't love him, that's why she asked for forgiveness.