Here's the next chapter... you guys should review more! I rather liked how
this chapter turned out...might be the best chapter yet. I don't know,
comment, review! Oh, and I haven't really mastered italicising, spacing and
all that yet, so bare with me :P
On to the story, and of course I don't own anyone...-sulks in my corner-
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The shape froze in the shadows, blending in even better with the darkness. What did she mean? Could she possibly... no, he refused to hope. Damn that girl, tormenting him after she betrayed him, after all he's done for her. But all he did he did willingly, without regretting a moment of it...everything, if only just for those few, precious moments... his first kiss. The memory stirred something bittersweet deep inside him. And now, the memories have reduced him to this state of spying on an innocent girl. Yet that did not bother him as much as pressing his ear to a door in the house of the Vicomte de Chagny, as he eyed the once bright coloured, spotless walls and furniture with distaste. If that wasn't honourable, he no longer cared. He gave up on honour a long time ago.
But now, he's heard something that Erik believed to be impossible. Why did she say that? What would a creature like him do with something so delicate, so beautiful...no emperor ever received so fair a gift. Hot tears rolled down his distorted face as he squeezed the small golden ring on his finger, and he sat there a while, reflecting...
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[A pair of golden eyes, forcing itself into her mind, searching, hoping, pleading, "Christine, you must love me!" "No, Erik. My heart belongs to Raoul. You don't understand." "You don't love me." The pain was unbearable. The pain knowing that she was the cause of such pain. "It's not like that. Erik, please!" Begging him to not hurt anymore... to get the intolerable pain out of his eyes. "Oh Christine..." It was an angelic echo, a melodic tune... He burst into flames.]
"Erik!"
She woke with a start, nightgown soaked with sweat. "Where are you, Erik?" Christine whispered. She needed to explain. He must understand. She will make him understand. "Please..."
"I gave my heart away a long time ago," it began as a feeble whisper on her lips, "to a boy with golden hair. It was given as easily as it was received, so innocent, so bright and full of light. And all those years, in parting and in reunion, there was always a part of me that never forgot, a part that wasn't truly alive." Was she going mad in the conversation with an unseen angel?
"When papa died, the other part of me died also. I felt so lost, so abandoned. Her voice trembled with emotion. "I cursed God for taking him away from me, for not taking me also. Oh, angel. Would I be punished for that?" Stifling a sob and forcing a smile, she said that in a tone of heartbreaking childlike devotion and fear. "But then I met you, and I felt what I hadn't felt for a very long time."
"I was happy."
"Oh, angel, you gave me so much. You made me alive again, singing for you, for papa's memory. You gave me my voice back, my career. You mended my broken spirit with your heart. And only give you the product of all those things. I gave you my soul. Do you realise, that night I sang, I sang from the soul that you helped me find, and it has been yours every since? And when I found out who you really were, my mind and heart fought for sensibility, for I'm a sensible girl. Yet my soul led me to you, and I loved you, yes." She finally understood her infatuation for him. "I do love you, Erik..."
A man's harsh breathing ceased, but Christine, mesmerised, paid no attention.
"Yet my heart belongs to Raoul. Can't you see? It's always been his. Until he gives it back, it cannot be...oh, Erik."
"Christine I love you..." It sang to her.
"Angel, my protector! Stay by my side, I must feel your presence..."
"No... I cannot..." He was gone.
"Angel..." Christine broke down and sobbed into her pillow.
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The poor child...she still thought of him. How he longed to stay with her! But she mustn't dote on his memory. She must forget him for her own good. Yet knowing he was a part of her was almost enough to break that barrier between them, so that he could touch her once more, make her trust him, take her away from this place into that labyrinth which he had made his home. There was so much that she hasn't seen... No, he loathed himself for making himself known to her, for certainly she and the rest of the world believed he was dead. Or did she know him too well? Could she ever learn to forget now? Those visits brought endless pain with every ounce of happiness, just to see her... The angelic glow vibrating from those golden locks and flushed cheeks can't be hidden in a veil of darkness, forever in mourning, for what? Perhaps his cursed ugliness. Poor Erik...the man's voice laughed a low, bitter laugh. Her happiness was all that mattered now, and she belonged to a world that was so completely different from his own.
Perhaps his world will slowly return to normal as well. Perhaps, just perhaps tomorrow he could even enjoy his Don Juan Triumphant in Box 5.
This was published a while after I wrote it... I was too lazy to type it up and upload it and all...the internet was having problems. Ah well have fun reading!
On to the story, and of course I don't own anyone...-sulks in my corner-
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The shape froze in the shadows, blending in even better with the darkness. What did she mean? Could she possibly... no, he refused to hope. Damn that girl, tormenting him after she betrayed him, after all he's done for her. But all he did he did willingly, without regretting a moment of it...everything, if only just for those few, precious moments... his first kiss. The memory stirred something bittersweet deep inside him. And now, the memories have reduced him to this state of spying on an innocent girl. Yet that did not bother him as much as pressing his ear to a door in the house of the Vicomte de Chagny, as he eyed the once bright coloured, spotless walls and furniture with distaste. If that wasn't honourable, he no longer cared. He gave up on honour a long time ago.
But now, he's heard something that Erik believed to be impossible. Why did she say that? What would a creature like him do with something so delicate, so beautiful...no emperor ever received so fair a gift. Hot tears rolled down his distorted face as he squeezed the small golden ring on his finger, and he sat there a while, reflecting...
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[A pair of golden eyes, forcing itself into her mind, searching, hoping, pleading, "Christine, you must love me!" "No, Erik. My heart belongs to Raoul. You don't understand." "You don't love me." The pain was unbearable. The pain knowing that she was the cause of such pain. "It's not like that. Erik, please!" Begging him to not hurt anymore... to get the intolerable pain out of his eyes. "Oh Christine..." It was an angelic echo, a melodic tune... He burst into flames.]
"Erik!"
She woke with a start, nightgown soaked with sweat. "Where are you, Erik?" Christine whispered. She needed to explain. He must understand. She will make him understand. "Please..."
"I gave my heart away a long time ago," it began as a feeble whisper on her lips, "to a boy with golden hair. It was given as easily as it was received, so innocent, so bright and full of light. And all those years, in parting and in reunion, there was always a part of me that never forgot, a part that wasn't truly alive." Was she going mad in the conversation with an unseen angel?
"When papa died, the other part of me died also. I felt so lost, so abandoned. Her voice trembled with emotion. "I cursed God for taking him away from me, for not taking me also. Oh, angel. Would I be punished for that?" Stifling a sob and forcing a smile, she said that in a tone of heartbreaking childlike devotion and fear. "But then I met you, and I felt what I hadn't felt for a very long time."
"I was happy."
"Oh, angel, you gave me so much. You made me alive again, singing for you, for papa's memory. You gave me my voice back, my career. You mended my broken spirit with your heart. And only give you the product of all those things. I gave you my soul. Do you realise, that night I sang, I sang from the soul that you helped me find, and it has been yours every since? And when I found out who you really were, my mind and heart fought for sensibility, for I'm a sensible girl. Yet my soul led me to you, and I loved you, yes." She finally understood her infatuation for him. "I do love you, Erik..."
A man's harsh breathing ceased, but Christine, mesmerised, paid no attention.
"Yet my heart belongs to Raoul. Can't you see? It's always been his. Until he gives it back, it cannot be...oh, Erik."
"Christine I love you..." It sang to her.
"Angel, my protector! Stay by my side, I must feel your presence..."
"No... I cannot..." He was gone.
"Angel..." Christine broke down and sobbed into her pillow.
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The poor child...she still thought of him. How he longed to stay with her! But she mustn't dote on his memory. She must forget him for her own good. Yet knowing he was a part of her was almost enough to break that barrier between them, so that he could touch her once more, make her trust him, take her away from this place into that labyrinth which he had made his home. There was so much that she hasn't seen... No, he loathed himself for making himself known to her, for certainly she and the rest of the world believed he was dead. Or did she know him too well? Could she ever learn to forget now? Those visits brought endless pain with every ounce of happiness, just to see her... The angelic glow vibrating from those golden locks and flushed cheeks can't be hidden in a veil of darkness, forever in mourning, for what? Perhaps his cursed ugliness. Poor Erik...the man's voice laughed a low, bitter laugh. Her happiness was all that mattered now, and she belonged to a world that was so completely different from his own.
Perhaps his world will slowly return to normal as well. Perhaps, just perhaps tomorrow he could even enjoy his Don Juan Triumphant in Box 5.
This was published a while after I wrote it... I was too lazy to type it up and upload it and all...the internet was having problems. Ah well have fun reading!