The Point of No Return Chapter Seven
A/N:...:D Saw the movie again last night, seventh time…Gerry…;)...
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Note to Toto: In the book, I believe, he has a house, and a door, no?
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The Point of No Return, Chapter Seven
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Raoul de Chagny was not a stupid man.
Which was why he knew that the Opera Ghost most certainly did not mean all that he had written in his letter. Namely, the part stating that he would set Christine free.
Raoul knew that the monster would not give up that easily. He was planning something – forcing him to be prepared.
Raoul would have to be ready for anything sent his way that night – and he planned to be. He carried the bound and gagged Meg and placed her in the back of his carriage, then went back inside to fetch his rapier, his pistol and a length of strong rope. He mounted his carriage, flicked the reins and was off. The blistering cold wind stung his face as it rushed past and his eyes burned from the effort of keeping them open. He drove quickly along the narrow road until finally, he reached the cemetery.
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Erik knew that he would have to be ready for this night. He knew that tonight, he could lose his life, or – even worse – his love. He also knew that if the latter were to happen, he would never rest until Christine were his again.
Quickly, he told Christine to retrieve her cloak. When he was sure that Christine was gone, he carefully opened the door to his torture chamber. He walked into the mirror-lined room and lifted the Punjab lasso off the jagged metal tree in the corner, and then he left the room behind, placed his cape around his shoulders and his fedora on his head and called to Christine. It was time for them to go.
"Christine! We must go, he'll wonder where we are!"
"Yes alright," Christine replied in a weak voice, "I am ready."
"Good," voiced Erik.
Christine climbed carefully into Erik's boat as he held it and turned back to survey his home, wondering if she would ever see it again. It glowed in the candlelight, making it even more beautiful than it already was.
"I am ready," she whispered to herself.
Erik stepped in after her, lifted the tall wooden pole, and slowly began to push them away from his home without a backward glance. Slowly, the candles faded from view, encasing the two in pitch darkness, but it did not matter, Erik could travel that lake easily if he were dead.
After a few antagonizing long minutes, they reached the other side of the underground lake and started the maze-like trek through the dark tunnels.
Erik stopped at a turn in the passage and began to feel along the stone-cold wall. There was a click as the switch was moved out of place and a panel opened in the wall, revealing a small, dingy alley outside of the Opera House.
The two walked out and Erik closed the panel. They began to walk along silently in the snow, their feet sinking down a few inches with each new step.
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Erik stopped Christine outside the stables and they made their way inside. A carriage stood just inside the door.
Erik held out his arm to help Christine in, then followed, taking his seat next to her on the bench. He gathered up the reins and the horses started up, their feet crunching in the icy snow.
Christine's curls fanned out behind her as she shivered and pulled her cloak closer. She scooted nearer to Erik and leaned her head on his shoulder. Within a few minutes she was asleep and Erik was left driving the carriage alone to meet his rival at the cemetery.
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