Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

A Phantom Fanfiction

Fairywings817

Author's Note: Okay. A little delayed, I'm sorry. But the past few day's I've been swamped with homework. –waves fists in the air- Anyhoo – I thank the two reviewers who were so kind enough to leave comments. I'm glad you liked the first chapter.

Well, this chapter, I'm a bit disappointed in, and may choose to rewrite it. It all depends on what you, the reviewers think about it. So I really need your comments this time.

I'm keeping you from reading! ;; Okay – go ahead now.

Chapter Two: "The Prison of my Mind"

He tried to grab her, to stop the foolish crime she was about to commit, but she had seemed to merely slip through his fingers.

"Christine!" He cried after her swimming and freezing form, but received no response in return. She was completely under that monster's spell, and he was calling her back to him once more.

"Christine! You don't know what you are doing!" He yelled sharply, grasping the edge of the gondola as he crouched down to keep balance.

"Come back!" He tried once more, hoping his words – his only tool, could bring her back to him.

"Raoul! Please leave! It's useless…" Christine managed to say, hiding the sobs in her voice. "I must return to him…" She explained, struggling to swim through the waters with such a heavy dress. And with a fight, she made her way to the side of the narrow canal, finding that the water was shallow enough to stand, yet still rested uneasily around her chest.

"You're delirious! Under too much stress! Let's go home, and you'll realize what mistake you might have made."

"Go now, Raoul. Go now, and leave me." She said, sending him a wary look before she had left his view.

All words left his mind at that point in time. Those were his words… That monster's words spoken from such beautiful lips. Had he such an influence upon her? For her to return to him… For her to voice his very words?

He stood on the gondola in frozen shock. A spell… Surely it was a spell placed upon his fiancée.

And surely, he would pay.

"It's over…" His body wracked with sobs as he looked around the cavern warily. The mob would soon find it, and he'd be caught.

The mysterious Phantom would be captured.

But, he wasn't a Phantom. He wasn't a phantom, or an angel. He was a cursed man who no longer deserved to be there. What did he have left?

He was stripped of his music, his light, and soon – his home.

He no longer even have the masterpiece he had worked on for so long.

'Don Juan Triumph'

No; That had surely fallen victim of the fire still raging above him. Therefore – he was broken. He had passed the point of no return, and was left with nothing. Only a lingering kiss and the yearn for the woman that he had finally lost.

He turned from the waters to face his home, yet it only further led him to heartbreak. Her memory was still fresh in his mind, and everything echoed her essence.

'Angel'

He could swear he could still hear her voice. The sweet, tempting voice that he longed to hear through the darkness. His darkness. And it was all complete torture. The phantom of his mind calling him; tempting him to find her and make her his own. Yet for her own sake, he would remain. He would not force her to be with him. Not again.

After that cursed ultimatum, he had repeated ten fold that he had won. He had won the heart of an angel…

By Force.

For it was that brief thought that had flicked through his mind once. And it was enough to release his hold on her. He had made her stay by force. Trapped her in such a way, that she could not escape, or win, no matter what her decision.

'Pitiful creature of darkness'

And that was what he was. He had no place to go, but in a constant shelter. Even earning the title 'Opera Ghost' so he could merely be seen by a few. His tale spread like wildfire among the small ballerinas, and Joseph Buquet had made sure they had, quite well.

Erik sneered at the thought of such a man. So uncivil, craving for flesh, and drinking as much as he could. He'd seen Buquet rest his eyes hungrily upon Christine – on more than one occasion. And that had been the real reason of his demise. Thinking such fowl thoughts about his angel.

'But she no longer belongs to you…'

He constantly reminded himself, always to forget at the mere thought of her. But he couldn't stop. She meant everything to him, and she did not love him. He did everything for her! Everything! But she had denied him the one thing he had asked of her.

'Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime.'

'Lead me, save me from my solitude.'

'Say you'll want me with you here, beside you.'

'Anywhere you go, let me go too…'

'Christine! That's all I ask of you!'

Only hours ago, he had asked her. And only hours ago, she had denied him.

And he was no left alone, to his dungeons of black despair, wallowing in his own blood.

Author's Note: You like? Please review and tell me if I should rewrite this chapter or not. Again – I'm not that crazy about it. X-x;