A/N: Don't own POTO or All I ask of you Song...darn it, but I do own
Christina...it would really be nice guys if you could review my story...just a
thought
Christina lay still on her bed in slumber. Her mind was consumed with other worldly things. In her dreams she'd had terrible vivid nightmares of torture and hell. She had tossed and turned in her feverish state trying to run away from them. The dark visions of hell had surrounded her and in her dream she could hear the screams of anguish of the damned as she tried to escape. In this dream she could see where she was, which made the dream all the more nightmarish. She had found herself running down a narrow hall with no windows or doors. The hall just kept unfurling itself, she hurtled herself against walls, but the nightmare did not wish to end. The dark was pressing down on her heavily from each side. Finally she sank down and wept. She brought her hands to her face, trying to hide from the black night. In the midst of her sobs she heard a soft voice that seemed to come up from underneath the floor. It sang to her. Her hands came down off of her face, and she looked around for the source of the captivating sound. She could not find it. She listened carefully as the voice softly sang to her. It calmed her shattered nerves, and the darkness didn't seem so terrifying.
No more talk of darkness,
forget these wide-eyed fears;
I'm here, nothing can harm you,
my words will warm and calm you.
Let me be your freedom,
let daylight dry your tears;
I'm here, with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you.
She recognized the voice. It was Erik..., but no longer was he trying to frighten her with a haunted voice. He was trying to soothe her soul. She let the sound flow around her.
Let me be your freedom,
let daylight dry your tears;
I'm here, with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you.
Christina gasped inwardly as he appeared before her, dark and translucent. She could see him at last. He reached out his hand and she reached up and grasped it. He held her close to him as he sang in a whispery voice.
Let me be your shelter,
let me be your light;
you're safe, no one will find you,
your fears are far behind you.
They danced in the shadows, music from an unseen violin playing a slow song. She gazed up into his eyes as he whirled her around. The darkness was their dance floor. She seemed to have wings her feet touched the ground so lightly. She could feel his strong arm against her back on the soft fabric of her nightgown. He slowly turned her about, until the violin died softly away. He finished the song, whispering it into her ear.
Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;
let me lead you from your solitude.
Say you need me with you, here beside you,
anywhere you go, let me go too,
Christina, that's all I ask of you
He held her in his arms as if not wanting the moment to end. His mouth was seconds away from touching her lips. She closed her eyes. The moment came, but there was no light brush of his lips against hers. She felt something light slip over her head and settle a little lower than her collarbone. She opened her eyes, and found him to be gone. Her dream faded into black nothingness.
Christina lay still on her bed in slumber. Her mind was consumed with other worldly things. In her dreams she'd had terrible vivid nightmares of torture and hell. She had tossed and turned in her feverish state trying to run away from them. The dark visions of hell had surrounded her and in her dream she could hear the screams of anguish of the damned as she tried to escape. In this dream she could see where she was, which made the dream all the more nightmarish. She had found herself running down a narrow hall with no windows or doors. The hall just kept unfurling itself, she hurtled herself against walls, but the nightmare did not wish to end. The dark was pressing down on her heavily from each side. Finally she sank down and wept. She brought her hands to her face, trying to hide from the black night. In the midst of her sobs she heard a soft voice that seemed to come up from underneath the floor. It sang to her. Her hands came down off of her face, and she looked around for the source of the captivating sound. She could not find it. She listened carefully as the voice softly sang to her. It calmed her shattered nerves, and the darkness didn't seem so terrifying.
No more talk of darkness,
forget these wide-eyed fears;
I'm here, nothing can harm you,
my words will warm and calm you.
Let me be your freedom,
let daylight dry your tears;
I'm here, with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you.
She recognized the voice. It was Erik..., but no longer was he trying to frighten her with a haunted voice. He was trying to soothe her soul. She let the sound flow around her.
Let me be your freedom,
let daylight dry your tears;
I'm here, with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you.
Christina gasped inwardly as he appeared before her, dark and translucent. She could see him at last. He reached out his hand and she reached up and grasped it. He held her close to him as he sang in a whispery voice.
Let me be your shelter,
let me be your light;
you're safe, no one will find you,
your fears are far behind you.
They danced in the shadows, music from an unseen violin playing a slow song. She gazed up into his eyes as he whirled her around. The darkness was their dance floor. She seemed to have wings her feet touched the ground so lightly. She could feel his strong arm against her back on the soft fabric of her nightgown. He slowly turned her about, until the violin died softly away. He finished the song, whispering it into her ear.
Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;
let me lead you from your solitude.
Say you need me with you, here beside you,
anywhere you go, let me go too,
Christina, that's all I ask of you
He held her in his arms as if not wanting the moment to end. His mouth was seconds away from touching her lips. She closed her eyes. The moment came, but there was no light brush of his lips against hers. She felt something light slip over her head and settle a little lower than her collarbone. She opened her eyes, and found him to be gone. Her dream faded into black nothingness.