In the Light of the Moon-
A companion story to the poem 'Twilight'. I wrote the poem and thought a story with the roof top meeting but more of a storyline would be cool. If you hate either I'll gladly rip 'em off. All of the songs here are poems I have written included in my book 'Through My Eyes'
Christine Daae` sat on the roof of the Paris opera. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked out over Paris, thinking on what had happened in the past few days. She had gotten over the initial shock of Erik having sent her away with Raoul after she had chosen him, and was trying her best to cope with the idea of becoming a Vicomtesse. She would much rather live below the Opera with Erik, a simple girl with a simple home and simple name, but she knew this is what Erik wanted for her.
She looked at the moon, resting high in the sky and then all around at the twilight provided bye the darkness which seemed to envelope her. She smiled, suddenly hearing a swish and the scent of Erik's cologne filled her nose. She knew Raoul would be here to collect her soon, so if they were to talk it had to be fast.
She opened her mouth to greet him, but his silence was discouraging, she knew even though he had told her too, he was upset she had left him. Instead a song came out, she made up the words that went to it.
"The moon is out
the stars are shining
I sense as I watch
Someone's watching behind me
I turn around
But no one is there
It is as if
They went just like air
I turn and watch
As they reappear
My throat has tightened
With my whole body's fear
I turn once again
And nothing meets my eyes
Yet at this moment
I feel no surprise
So I turn again
And feel a hand on my arm
I look for it there
Full of alarm
But I see nothing
I feel it's still there
Si I allow it to proceed
To kidnap my air
I no longer fight it
And suddenly I see
My final moment
Standing before me."
Christine sighed deeply, the words in no way expressed her feelings, Erik would never hurt her. Not intentionally. She could feel his smile at her voice and so she thought of what she had longed to say in front of Raoul the other evening.
"I love you, Erik." She said, knowing he had heard her and she smiled turning to his stiff with shock form. "I love you so much, and I wish you never had sent me away, but I know you feel it is for the best. But I simply cannot imagine my life without you! Will you still teach me when Raoul and I are married?"
He breathed deeply. "No, Christine."
"Oh but Erik I do not love him! He is my good friend and always will be, but I'm not in love with him and I feel terrible about having to marry him! I want to be a Phantoms wife, not a Vicomtesse." She growled in frustration.
"I understand, Christine. But you no longer require my skills of teaching."
She sighed knowing she could not win. She then stood and made her way over to him. He stiffened again, which made the task of kissing him quite simple. He did not struggle but he did not embrace her either, he simply sat and stared at her.
She brought herself away and looked at him. "Don't send me away again, Erik. Please, please, please. Never send me away."
He sighed a long shuddery sigh. "Christine, the Vicomte,..."
"To hell with the Vicomte, Erik to hell with him! He was my childhood sweetheart but nothing more, what I thought was love was a deep friendly respect," She touched his cheek and he turned into her palm, kissing it slowly. "I love you, I know I do."
Tears welled in his eyes, she could see them behind the mask. He shook his head. "Don't leave him tonight, one more night, Christine. Then meet me at the rue scribe tomorrow. We shall see the world, my love."
She smiled and kissed him again. The sound of the door caught her ears and he ran to hide behind a statue of Apollo.
"Ready to go, darling?" He was smiling and extended his hand.
Shw sighed. "Yes, Raoul. I'm ready." She looked at the statue, unable to see Erik before she left.
Tell me what you think, this is Christine's desperate attempt to get Erik back, but you will see it to fail in the next chappie if you want me to write it.