Hey! Still Ashleigh's just thought I would tell you… again. This is what we do during social studies. So educational, ya know? anyways, read it! It just keeps getting better! Oh, and read mine to, The Next Daae.
Chapter 2
Knock
"Would you like me to get that, Miss Daae?"
"No thank you Marie. Pack up and you may go. I'll get the door."
Christine walked over to the door, opening it to find the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny.
"Hello, my dear. May I come in?"
"Yes, of course. Please, sit."
The couple sat down and began to indulge in the lightest of small talk, being wary of little Marie. Young as she was, she had a love of gossip, and even then, her eyes lit up with the prospect of a new story. But as nothing more important than the weather and last night's performance was discussed, Marie got rather bored, and left.
The moment the girl was gone, Raoul turned the subject to what he considered more important matters.
"What is wrong with you? You needn't be afraid anymore! The Phantom, the Ghost, the man who haunted you, he is dead. That monster will torment you no more. So why can we not get married? What are you afraid of now?"
"Please, Raoul, I don't want to discuss this now."
"Stop avoiding this! What are you afraid of? What are you hiding? You try my patience."
The use of the familiar phrase brought on a wave of memory for Christine, bringing tears to her eyes. Christine tried to hide her crying, but also made a slight attempt to explain them.
"Please, Raoul, don't shout. It frightens me."
"I'm sorry, my dear. You've been frightened enough lately, I'll wager. Let us end this petty quarrel. Just… please, Christine. Say you love me, let us leave this place together."
"I... I… I can't. It's just too soon."
With a yell of frustration, Raoul left behind his noble, chivalrous nature, and stomped out of the room like an angered child. Continuing in his immature behavior, Raoul began to listen at the door. He heard Christine crying and muttering something. He cracked open the door and peered through, gazing on her sobbing form. He watched her for hours, enthralled by her beauty, transfixed by his love. He watched her cry, then dry her tears. He watched her as she finished her toilet.
Nothing Christine did went unnoticed, Raoul still sat there, frozen in his passion, as she sat there gazing at her mirror. At first, Raoul thought she was examining her appearance, checking for flaws in her hair or dress. Then he remembered. It was the mirror, the Phantom's mirror. Everything began to add up.
"Her tears, her refusal to discuss him, her inability to express her love. It all connects. She only thinks of him. She does not love me. She loves that hideous creature!"
In his frustration, he banged his hand against her door. Then, realizing his mistake, he turned and fled. He could hear Christine calling out.
"Hello? Who was that? Is anyone there?"
He continued to run until he finally arrived at the chapel, where he knew he wouldn't be overheard.
"Oh, that treacherous whore! How could she love that monster, preferring him to me? Well, then, if I cannot have her love, then neither can any other. Oh no, Miss Daae, you cannot escape from me. And you won't even know."
