Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

A Phantom Fanfiction

Fairywinga817

Author's Note: -nervous laugh- Heh… Heh… I know. I know a bunch of you were quite… Well, annoyed to say the least at the last cliffhanger I gave. But, I have put much thought into this, and I think this might actually turn out a bit better than originally planned… And it might move on a tad bit more than the original Five chapters I had planned. Or… It will just turn into a big tease, and ya'll will kill me. –more nervous laughter-

Review Responses:

Bobmcbobbob1:-still hides behind Erik, even though the pitchfork is now away- ;; I didn't quite think of the Romeo and Juliet reference as I was writing, but it is quite like it, hm? Heh. I figured I might as well be evil, and have then not meet up, as everyone has been requesting. And yes – I got swamped with rain here after that whole dance. xP Now lets see if the review dance is successful! Thanks again for another review.

PoorErik: I hardly think I'm that good of a writer compared to so many people on Fanfiction. I mean, I like to figure out how well I write according to the responses I receive… And well, that's not doing too good, is it? ;; Anyway, thanks for the compliments, and I'm actually updating a bit earlier than usual. Thanks for keeping an eye out!

GoldenLyre: -nervous laugh and hands you a tissue- See… I was wondering if I should bring him back, or just go with the way I was planning on ending the fic. Buuuttt… Today in school when I had a lot of spare time on my hands… I came up with a plot. –evil maniacal laughter- -cough- … Thanks for the review!

Chapter Five: 'Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again'

Her feet felt glued to the floor, weighed down with all of her dread and worry all released within one moment. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she fought the urge to faint under the constraining circumstances. The once wondrous place she had loved was now reduced to destruction. The air was heavy with silence as she pushed herself forward. Maybe… Maybe he was merely in another room, just as he was when she had returned his ring? He couldn't have left. He… wouldn't.

'You betrayed him…' She had told herself once more, aware of the actions she had committed that night. Yet after she had heard his song, after they had both passed the point of no return, she knew then she had to do something. She saw the look in Raoul's eyes even from the stage. The look of anger, and yet, an underlying sadness and worry. It was then that he had seen what power that the Phantom had held over her, and Christine was all too well aware. Erik knew nothing of the plan that was to unfold, and she had to form a diversion.

She stood carefully, her head tilted back in pure ecstasy as his hands, clasping her own, roamed her body in a thick curiosity and longing. Feather light touches trailed from her stomach, up to her chest, and up to her neck as she tilted her head, drowning in his presence. And the song that came thereafter sent her into another realm. A realm where it was only her and her Phantom…

'Say you'll share with me

One love, one lifetime.

Lead me, save me from my solitude.'

Her eyes remained closed as she listened to each and every word spoken softly, and she seemed to be in heaven. The words he spoke, his voice… She could hear the love behind each word, the yearn, the longing, all of his emotions poured out into every syllable spoken.

And yet, the plan played over and over again in her mind, bringing her down, down from the clouds she rested upon in bliss.

'The curtain falls…

His reign will end.'

Raoul had planned to murder him that night and she could not even bare the mere thought. The image passed through her mind on numerous occasions that night, and she had run. Whether it was from what was to happen, or from her own mind… She ran. And it was not long before her feet had carried her towards the very room where she had had her first encounter with her angel so long ago. She collapsed on her knees in a pile of cream and emerald fabric upon the cold, hard floor as her eyes found her father's picture, and the candle which had been lit only recently.

It was then, she wondered, how she could ever make it through her life without her angel.

And there she stood, wrapped in that very man's arms as he sang to her in front of the entire Opera Populaire.

'Say you'll want me with you

Here, beside you.'

She turned hesitantly, opening her eyes slowly and watching him with a look of astonishment and wonder as he continued the song only directed to her. And as he drew in a breath to continue and she knew this was the moment. She had to do something to stop this murder… But what could she possibly do?

Her eyes fell to the mask lying upon his face. She recalled what happened the last time she removed it, and she nearly winced at the thought of his rage, anger, and despair. However, he would die if she did not do it.

'Christine… That's all I ask of...'

Her hand lifted lightly to trail the edge of the black mask, and holding in a breath, she lifted. She lifted to reveal his biggest secret, once more to herself, and to the world of Paris who was watching at that very moment. And she knew full well of the repercussions, and practically welcomed it as he quickly took hold of her and dropped the trap door, taking her down to his world in an angry rage.

A choked sob escaped her lips as she looked around the cavern, viewing everything in the wake of her Angel's anger. And she could not blame him. He had every right to be angry, upset, and feel betrayed. And it was all her fault. She swallowed a small lump that had formed in her throat as she had taken a few steps forward, intent on searching his home to find him.

"The Phantom of the Opera is there… Inside my mind." She sang lightly, her voice echoing the pain she felt inside of her very being. Her words were shaky, and had little to no strength buried within them. Her teacher would surely be angry if he could have heard her just then, and she even hoped he had. Even if he were to yell and scream and kill… She'd be content with merely seeing him there.

Her steps had slowly led her through the disarray, and into the room which she had slept. And what troubled her further, was the fact that the room had not been touched. If she stood there, her back to the disaster, she could have never known that anything was wrong. The silk curtains hung slowly, catching the soft breeze of her actions as she moved towards them, tracing her thin hand upon its soft surface. And something had caught her eye.

The music box…

She advanced towards it, not tearing her gaze away from the small monkey dressed in Persian robes. And she dare not allow it to play the song which she had heard him mournfully sing before she had left. She traced a digit over the fabric of the clothes, moving down to the cymbals.

"Angel… Where are you?" She whispered, glancing around the room for only a brief moment, her tears obstructing her view. And it wasn't long, she feared, before she succumbed to her own darkness and suffocation.

His footsteps were light, far from the anger and heavy weight upon his shoulders as he walked. One, two. One two. Left, right. Left, right. He looked down as his feet as he slowly made his way through the narrow passage he had built so long ago. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine using it for his own escape. For his escape from the mob. From his past. From her.

His eyes slowly lifted from his black boots to his clenched hand, tiny crimson streams coming from his closed palm. Slowing to a stop, and leaning against the cold wall, soaked with runoff, he stared at the tiny gems through the darkness. The engagement ring meant only for her… Now covered in blood and stained for eternity.

He had not meant for more tears to spring to his eyes, and yet the pain was unbearable. He was running away. He would not see his angel ever again…

Swallowing his pain as he willed the tears away for what seemed like the thousandth time, he straightened up, and turned to continue down the passage way. But something had kept him standing there, pushing himself forward. But a force held him back. A force so strong that not even the feared Phantom could overpower it.

Was it love? Or fear?

And a light shuffle had fallen upon his ears, echoing loudly through his tunnel. Someone was in his home…

A sense of anger built within him, and he w anted to go back. Go back and either scare the one person off… For he knew the mob would have been louder.

Or kill them.

Intent on seeing through to his plan, he turned to where he had come from, and paced back to the place he was soon to forget.

Author's Note:Okay. Yes. A few more chapters I've decided to add, so forget about the promised five chapters! This is not the end, and I predict about three more chapters at the most! So please! Continue the reviews that I would absolutely love to receive!