A/N - I have a great fondess for horrible puns and I decided to incorporate that fondness into a few "drabbles".
The Wedding Toast
"You try my patience, make your choice!" he snarled at her as he yanked one last time on the noose around her lover's neck.
The Phantom watched as the one person he desired most in the world looked at the one person he despised most in the world. His eyes, though dimmed by years spent in the dark of the opera catacombs, did not fail to see the slight movement of her lips as she looked longingly at that other man. Yet it mattered little as she placed the ring on her finger and moved slowly toward him.
He thought he would drown in the depths of her eyes.
He felt as if he could fly as their lips met, hands reaching up to his face, soft lips pushing against his again, promising everything for which he had ever longed.
He thought he would die as she drew back, her eyes beseeching him, begging him to keep his promise, to set that other man free.
The Phantom let her go, dropping the end of the noose he held into the stagnant water. "Take him and go," he told her as he walked towards the gate where he had restrained that other man. He looked into those blue eyes, heard the shallow breaths drawn through a throat constricted by the noose. "Be happy with each other," he snarled softly knowing that she could not see the hatred in his eyes.
He turned back to smile at her, a deadly look, even as his hand reached into his boot. "But first a toast to the soon-to-be happily married couple."
Christine could not move fast enough through the water, weighted down by the heavy wet satin of the wedding gown he had forced her to wear.
The Phantom turned and plunged the dagger into Raoul's chest.
"Here's to the groom, a man who keeps his head though he loses his heart!" he shouted.