A/N: I 'am sooooooooooooo sorry. I don't know what happened I just kind of drifted off and… I dunno. Anyway, you guys are so gonna flame me for this one.
Chapter 27: The Beginning Of The End
Erik awoke on the floor beside his bed, Christine's things sprawled around him.
It had been nothing but a dream.
He couldn't remember anything except Christine being in his arms. He couldn't remember why or when or how. He just remembered her. He sat up with his knees to his chest. It hurt so much just to think of her name. Her perfume which had gone flying to the floor, still lingered in the air. It had driven him slightly mad, making him think that Christine was in the room. Realizing that she wasn't he had smothered himself in her things and eventually collapsed to the floor. This is what he deserved, to be driven mad by her. After all the sins he had collected in his life, he deserved to go mad at the hands of the woman he loved. Love. Wretched word, it had caused him to lose mind and memory. Love had caused him to lose love itself. Dammit! He was as good as dead inside, he should just kill himself. Then Christine wouldn't have to live in fear of him with her husband.
Yes, that'll finally put his restless soul to sleep.
But wait. The necklace, Christine still had the necklace. Why? No, he will not die until he knew the truth.
The truth.
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Christine adjusted her wings and hair. Meg quickly helped her into her silver and pink can-can skirt. Her dazzling rhinestone corset already defining her waist and hips. In her mind everything was surprisingly calm. The only thoughts that passed were of Erik. Erik's hands, Erik's eyes, Erik's lips.
"We have to get dressed Christine, will you be alright?" Meg asked, standing at the door with the dirty dress and towels in hand. Giselle was standing beside her, looking slightly frazzled with her honey toned hair tousled and mussed. Her blue eyes however, shone with undying light. Christine wished she could find the strength to have her eyes shine faithfully in that manner. But there was no strength, no faith, no love. Erik had taken it when he had kissed her that very first and faithful night. Though it was not the night that many believed it to be…
"Five minutes!" The stage manager called down the hall, causing many ballerinas and can-can girls to run past Christine's dressing room.
"Chris' ine?" Giselle put her hand on Christine's shoulder.
"It's fine Giselle, go. Thank you both so much." Christine faced them, taking their hands in her own.
"Good luck Christine." Meg kissed her forehead. Then she opened the door and they were both gone.
Christine leaned forward on her vanity and put her face in her hands. Then she too got up and went to wait for her cue to enter the stage.
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Raoul entered the Moulin Rouge without a hint of distraught. He spoke politely with several acquaintances and had a very long business conversation with a colleague. But in his mind, blood was his craving. But not the phantom's blood, oh no, death would only be welcomed by the phantom.
He wished to put a bullet in Christine's back.
Raoul would then easily make it appear that the phantom had harmed her. Then he would get Christine to a doctor, have her healed and then married to him. This will kill the phantom.
"Oliver," Raoul pulled his manservant behind a large fern in a corner. "do you have the gun on you?"
Oliver opened his jacket, revealing a shiny pistol.
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Christian paced backstage. This would not end well, that he knew, this was to be the end. He heard people entering the theatre and a sweat broke out on his brow.
Then he saw a sight that chilled him to the bone.
Christine.
Why was she here? No, he will not let this happen again! Satine was enough for a million lifetimes worth of grief. But to lose Christine, as a friend and gorgeous singer would be hell to watch through Erik's eyes. Why was love so brutally brought down? Why was life about being the best? Why didn't the angels weep at this sight? But it was so simply put into one word.
Sin.
A shadow caught Christian' eye and he felt his stomach drop to the floor. You do stupid things when you're in love.
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Christine was wringing her hands, amazed at how hot it was getting behind the curtain. She stared around to distract herself. It was so much like the Opera House, with the high wooden beams and staircases evaporating into darkness. The dust was everywhere, creating a musty sense. Christine was finding it harder and harder t breathe. A feeling yanked at her stomach causing her to almost double over with pain. She could feel the powder on her face turning into paste, but she resisted the urge to wipe it away. Her hands were slipping away from each other because of the sweat. Her curly hair was damp, causing strands to settle together and give even more an array of an angel. The pain had moved to her chest now and Christine feared she was going to faint.
She heard a voice comforting her soothing her. "To many years, fighting back tears, why can't the past just die!" She wished for it to be Erik, but it was her voice alone and without flight. She was never going back to Raoul, and if Erik was gone…then she would meet him where the angels flew with soul and song.
So this is how it would end.
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The curtain was rising, fabric that flowed like blood. Up, up.
No!
He had to get Christine of the stage, now.
He was about to clasp her wrist……
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I' am so sorry I hope you can all forgive me. Anyway, the POTO movie comes out on Sunday! YAY! I would really appreciate it if you review even if you're mad. I promise to get back into my old habits. Hahahaha
