A/N: Ok peoples...I have been away on a trip for four or five days and have
gotten NO reviews at all! What the heck is wrong with ya'll?! I NEED
REVIEWS! Some of this is in Erik's pov (point of view) Ok...hope you like the
new chappie and sorry for the length of not updating...I was on a trip and I
had a blast! I missed ya'll though...R/R...(PS- stuffies in brackets are
flashbacks...for some reason, when I put italics, they don't show up on
fanfic...anyone got any tips?) (PPS- I just got a new review in...SUP LINKY?!
And you know my trip was awesome...HECK YOU WERE THERE! I'm wearing my new
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will try to call you l8tr...)
VII. Christine walked along the streets of Paris in a light drizzle. The fog had drawn a hazy blanket over the town and gave it an eerie feel. She pulled her shawl around herself tighter. It made her feel no warmer. She was always cold on the inside...at least whenever Raoul was not there.
[ "Oh no!", cried the young beauty. Her beautiful pale complexion was too beautiful for the little lad to pass up. He fixed his eyes upon the sea. In the distance, he saw a little red object floating on the surface of the glimmering water. He glanced at how far away it was from the sandy shore. He could swim well, though he was afraid of there being sharks in the darks seas. He looked back at the young little girl. Her lovely looking face was enough encouragement to make the young Raoul jump into the ocean and battle the harsh waves to get to the floating red scarf.
Christine glanced at the lad in the ocean. She had seen his nice clothes and expensive accessories and thought that he was a rich snob. But now she had known that he had a kind heart. "Be careful, monsieur!", Christine shouted out to the boy fighting waves to save her floating, damp scarf.
Christine's father chuckled at the sight. The young viscount in the sea trying to impress the beautiful, though poor, singer was too cute. He had always hoped that Christine's childhood was better than his own. Maybe this would change things. She had always needed a friend to talk to other than her father. Hopefully she would find one in the viscount.]
Christine snapped out of memory lane at the remembrance of her father. His life had not been long. She had missed him so much. Her need for her father was like the need of water, but somehow she had lived on. She hadn't a clue about how she could survive without her father to be there for her, to comfort her, to love her forever. But, maybe she lived on her memories alone. After all, that was all she had left.
It was now raining a little harder and it got a little foggier. She had the weird feeling that she was being watched. She quickened her steps to a faster pace. It was beginning to look a little darker. She was going to be late for her therapy session, not that she didn't want to be. The eerie feeling of being watched was still upon her, though, the gold eyes were still upon her also...
Erik...
She looked so beautiful. His spot on the roof of the Opera House was too high to see her clearly, but he could see anything with those piercing golden eyes. She had never been able to look into those eyes. She had never been able to look at him at all even. His own mother had never been able to look at him. He could not even look at himself. He always cast darkness upon himself to live forever alone...until she came into his life.
Erik saw the drizzle turn into a harder rain with a steady drip drop sound. The sound was rhythmic and he found that it resembled a song he once heard Christine sing with- no, he could not even say the name of the man who had met a death upon his hands, or was it upon Christine's? The song mixed harmony and melody to create a haunting piece that was both romantic, and horrifying to his ears.
Say you'll share with me one love one lifetime...
Say the words and I will follow you...
Share each day with me, each night, each moment...
Say you love me...
You know I do...
"Love me, that's all I ask of you..." Erik finished, ending the song that echoed in his head. He had been glad that Christine was alive after all of these years, but she was still scarred by the loss of her lover...but, all was not lost...someone was returning...and Christine was in for a rude awakening from an old friend...or two...
A/N: Sorry for shortness...and I do not own the song...and you reviewers get a smiley if you can guess who the two old friends are...and you get Punjabed if you guess wrong! LOL!
VII. Christine walked along the streets of Paris in a light drizzle. The fog had drawn a hazy blanket over the town and gave it an eerie feel. She pulled her shawl around herself tighter. It made her feel no warmer. She was always cold on the inside...at least whenever Raoul was not there.
[ "Oh no!", cried the young beauty. Her beautiful pale complexion was too beautiful for the little lad to pass up. He fixed his eyes upon the sea. In the distance, he saw a little red object floating on the surface of the glimmering water. He glanced at how far away it was from the sandy shore. He could swim well, though he was afraid of there being sharks in the darks seas. He looked back at the young little girl. Her lovely looking face was enough encouragement to make the young Raoul jump into the ocean and battle the harsh waves to get to the floating red scarf.
Christine glanced at the lad in the ocean. She had seen his nice clothes and expensive accessories and thought that he was a rich snob. But now she had known that he had a kind heart. "Be careful, monsieur!", Christine shouted out to the boy fighting waves to save her floating, damp scarf.
Christine's father chuckled at the sight. The young viscount in the sea trying to impress the beautiful, though poor, singer was too cute. He had always hoped that Christine's childhood was better than his own. Maybe this would change things. She had always needed a friend to talk to other than her father. Hopefully she would find one in the viscount.]
Christine snapped out of memory lane at the remembrance of her father. His life had not been long. She had missed him so much. Her need for her father was like the need of water, but somehow she had lived on. She hadn't a clue about how she could survive without her father to be there for her, to comfort her, to love her forever. But, maybe she lived on her memories alone. After all, that was all she had left.
It was now raining a little harder and it got a little foggier. She had the weird feeling that she was being watched. She quickened her steps to a faster pace. It was beginning to look a little darker. She was going to be late for her therapy session, not that she didn't want to be. The eerie feeling of being watched was still upon her, though, the gold eyes were still upon her also...
Erik...
She looked so beautiful. His spot on the roof of the Opera House was too high to see her clearly, but he could see anything with those piercing golden eyes. She had never been able to look into those eyes. She had never been able to look at him at all even. His own mother had never been able to look at him. He could not even look at himself. He always cast darkness upon himself to live forever alone...until she came into his life.
Erik saw the drizzle turn into a harder rain with a steady drip drop sound. The sound was rhythmic and he found that it resembled a song he once heard Christine sing with- no, he could not even say the name of the man who had met a death upon his hands, or was it upon Christine's? The song mixed harmony and melody to create a haunting piece that was both romantic, and horrifying to his ears.
Say you'll share with me one love one lifetime...
Say the words and I will follow you...
Share each day with me, each night, each moment...
Say you love me...
You know I do...
"Love me, that's all I ask of you..." Erik finished, ending the song that echoed in his head. He had been glad that Christine was alive after all of these years, but she was still scarred by the loss of her lover...but, all was not lost...someone was returning...and Christine was in for a rude awakening from an old friend...or two...
A/N: Sorry for shortness...and I do not own the song...and you reviewers get a smiley if you can guess who the two old friends are...and you get Punjabed if you guess wrong! LOL!