((AN:The Frogotten – Thanks! I'm really glad you like it :) I was sceptical about how people would react to the story
Christina - Really? Didn't see that episode lol I'm really glad you like the idea of the story :)
Btw, have to ask you this guys...Have you ever dreamt of something and felt really wearyin your sleep, like you couldn't open your eyes? I had it a couple of times and it's scary. So,
Christine is going to experience that in this chapter))
CHAPTER TWO: Walking trough dreams
I rememeber there was mist...
Christine...Christine, what are you doing Christine?
Christine looked up, her eyesight blurry. She felt really sleepy. But...This was a dream right? How strange, to feel weary in dreams.
A mist upon a vast lake...
Christine...Christine...
Christine managed to stand up and hold herself steady by holding on to the wall beside her. She could recognize that smell, that damp smell. The Phantom's lair. She was back there again.
Christine, I told you not to go too close to the water, my angel...
Yes, master...
It was her voice, but she wasn't the one speaking. She managed to see trough her blurry sight two figures standing close to each other. One was dressed in a black cloak and hood. The other figure was in a costume. She remembered that costume. The Don Juan costume for the role of Amita.
Come...
The black figure took the other ones hand and took her swiftly to the boat. Christine quickly followed them, as much as her strength let her. She fell once to the stone floor and managed to see that that shadow of her had began to struggle and run away from the black figure. Still, the black figure dragged her in to the boat that was on the lake's shore and hurried across.
''No! No, not again!'' Christine managed to whsiper, feeling her eyelids grow heavy. It was such a horrible feeling, to be helpless even in your own dreams. She reached out to grab the image of herself by the arm, but the black figure turned around instead and grabbed her by the wrist. She could see a half white mask under the shadow of the black hood. She was to weary to fight him. He came closer to her, slowly wrapping his cloak around her. She didn't even try to struggle.
Christine...
She heard his melodic, deep voice and felt as though she was drifting on water. She could feel the stilness, the silence. And suddenly, she felt three sharp pains in her chest and she opened her eyes. She looked around and saw the Phantom's throne room. This was where...She lost saw Raoul. She was on her knees, staring at the two thrones where on one her wax figure sat.
Raoul...! a scream filled the entire room and Christine turned around. She managed to get herself up and trough her blurry vision see her own image holding close to the black figure and the other one was in the water...Raoul! No, Erik promised her he would not do it!
''No, Erik! You didn't!'' she tried to run over, but she stumbled and fell just behind them. She suddenly saw, the figures going backwards, swiftly moving. She could hardly keep up with their movement. She felt her weariness turning into pain. She placed her hands on her head and screamed:
''NO! STOP IT!'' and suddenly, everything froze. She saw herself with the black figure by the thrones and Raoul not far from them. She got up and slowly walked over to the figure.
''Erik...'' she went to take off his black hood, but her hand just went trough him.
''Ghosts...'' Christine whispered and looked around with teary eyes.
''What happened?'' silence roamed trough the room which actually made her more frustrated.
''Why is Raoul dead? I want to know what happened!'' ehr angry look was now directed at Erik. She shouted:
''Did you kill him! Did you! Because I didn't stay with you! You told me to go, rememeber! Why did you kill him!'' the figure suddenly turned to her, a blood tear coming down the mask.
You are blind, my angel!
Christine screamed and ran quickly to the door. Still, the weariness held on to her as strong as anyone's grip would be. She fell suddenly to the ground and looked up at Raoul who was still frozen.
''Raoul, what did he do to you!'' she raeched out to touch him and suddenly felt the three sharp pains in her chest. She looked down and saw three bleeding wounds in her chest. She managed to look up at her dear fiancee one more time before she suddenly awoke screaming in her bed. The two men in white soon heard her screaming and ran up to her with the doctor.
''Miss Daae, miss Daae, please calm down!'' he showed the men to move away as he sat down on the bed. Christine managed to calm down, but she couldn't stop crying. The doctor placed his hand on her shoulder gently and said:
''Miss Daae?''
''Erik...'' she whispered quietly, her voice filled with fear and sadness.
''What, miss Daae?''
''Erik...Erik killed Raoul.''
