Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again
A Phantom Fanfiction
Fairywings817
Author's Note: -nervous laugher- Well, well, well… Now, I honestly don't know where this is going. I had the plot thought out… and it seemed to have slipped my mind. The main worry I'm having… is either to torment you all… or give you the ending you want. Decisions, Decisions.
Review Responses:
LazyCat: Well… I never really said I wouldn't write more… But yes, I've finally come to the conclusion that there are to be a few more chapters than thought originally. I'm estimating around two to three more chapters to go, and I should finish. Although, it depends on what ending I wish to choose. And I do not wish to draw this out further than it should go. Thanks for another review!
GoldenLyre: … -edges away sloowwllyy- Oh God, don't kill me. Pleeeaasse don't kill me. Um… Because I can't promise a happy ending… But it might just happen. Thanks for the review, again!
Bobmcbobbob1: Heh. Yes! He is turning around! That, actually... was a rather spontaneous paragraph I had written. And I wasn't in the correct mindset at the time, only to realize what I had written after I submitted. But, this makes for a thicker plot line, and I hope I can make this more worthwhile than I had originally hoped. And thanks for the comment on the description. I rather much enjoyed writing it, and I was (faintly) surprised that I did not need to look back to the –cough- bootleg of the movie I have to make sure I had the scene down perfectly. xD Thanks for yet another review, and… -still hides behind Erik- Only necessary precautions, I assure you. ;
Chapter Six: 'What I Once Used to Dream, I Now Dreamt'
A shaky sigh escaped tinted blue lips as she trailed the thin fabric with her finger delicately. The fine silk and velvet intertwined within an elaborate Persian design. A thin, unsteady digit fell from the fabric, down to the cymbals once more, and down to trace the cold wood box.
She could not bare it any further. Her angel had left, and she was alone. Raoul's arms were still open, she was aware, but it would never, ever be the same. Raoul held none of the hypnotizing and passionate attributes her Phantom donned. He was only a mere boy, holding his light through the overbearing darkness. A darkness which was soon to consume all in its wake.
No. Things could never be the same.
She had feared this day… More than she had feared anything to be afraid of. She had dreaded it more than the confrontation that was to occur between her and her very own angel… For Raoul. Ever since the beginning, she was afraid that her angel would leave her. Even if he decided not to speak for a brief moment, her heart would stop, and worry would overcome her. But he was always there, no matter what small tricks he would play for his amusement.
And now… Now her dreams were forming into reality. This whole situation, their story all seemed to be just that. A fairy tale – distorted and twisted. A fairy tale that could never be. And the child within her would never accept it, and rather held onto the hope that he would return and take her in his arms.
Christine straightened her form, despite her body's protest and pleas for rest. Stumbling with each step, she urged herself forward, back into that once magnificent room, now a mere disaster. And as she stood there, a small glare had caught her eye. It was tiny; miniscule to everything around her, and yet the hypnotic color had attracted her to look. Obeying her curiosity, she walked towards it and crouched down hesitantly.
There was no mistaking the crimson stain, mingled with hues of brown… Hues of age.
'Blood ' He very own blood had run thin as she had finally lost all support of her legs, crashing down to the floor in a pile of white silk. Her chest rose and fell quickly with each sharp breath she took. Each pump her heart had made. Her mind was reeling with images that she would have liked to have never imagined. Her Phantom… Her Angel. Where was he now?
Her world, broken and battered seemed to be swirling around her with each passing second, and she closed her eyes tightly. Her breathing was ragged as she tried to calm herself down, but the darkness… Oh the darkness continued closing in around her. Absorbing everything. Suffocating herself, and she was frightened. Her angel was not there, speaking comforting words of reassurance about this very darkness.
She was alone. Left to succumb to it, and be engrossed by each black thick strand. And as the last of the darkness licked at the ends of her mind, she had realized it.
This is what her Angel had gone through, each day of his life.
And with that final thought, her world crashed around her, and her form limply fell to the ground, eyes closed, making it seem she was only in mere slumber. A porcelain doll among the debris and dust. Finally, she had given into the stress and worry and troubles her mind had been through. The persistence her body had endured. The hurt her heart had felt.
He had yet to figure out what sent him pacing back to his home. And his mind had repeated over and over again that it was useless to return, even if it were for his own amusement and release of pent up anger. The mob would be there shortly, and he might as well be sending himself to his own death.
But it did not matter anymore, did it?
A scowl held fast upon his masked features, as he quickened his pace when the mirror had come into view. He would make them wish they never intruded in the Phantom's lair. That was for certain. Man or woman, they would pay, and suffer under the wrath of his broken heart.
Slowing his pace, he cautiously approached the covered mirror, waiting, his hearing tuned up to try and pinpoint which room the person may have been in. Yet what had startled him was the fact that he had heard nothing. Only a brief shuffle and silence.
Not to be swayed, he slowly pushed the thick velvet curtain away from his path, and took a step out of the frame. Expecting to see items missing or even someone standing there, his eyes were focused upon a pile of white that lie only a few paces in front of him.
And it was then, that his heart had stopped and lodged in his throat.
"Christine…" He breathed out, and took a step towards her fallen form slowly. It was no mistaking it – the curls, the thin frame. Even if he had yet to see her face, he knew it was her.
But the question that echoed through his mind troubled him dearly.
Why is she here?
All thoughts were shoved to the back of his mind as he saw her thin form shift and twist, her brow contorted and her face scrunched up in a look of pain. Beads of sweat framed her pale face, and her curls her glued to her skin. It was only then that he noticed her dress was soaked. And with that sudden acknowledgement, his eyes darted to the lake. Surely she hadn't swam the whole way!
And yet, he noticed, there was no boat. And her fiancé was not present.
What had happened over the short hour or so that had passed?
"A-Angel!" She cried out weakly, and yet frantic. "Don't! D-don't leave. Please… Please don't. No- Raoul! No. Please!" She pleaded in her state of frenzy and hysterics as she writhed and turned under so many layers of wet silk.
He watched her for a moment longer, apparently having a strong inner battle with himself. He was meant to leave! He should have left her with her fiancé! And he did. He forced her to leave with the damn impertinence, and yet here she was now.
The reasoning was foggy, but it was pushed from his mind as he heard her shouting once more. Followed by another's, that is.
"Christine!" It echoed loudly through the caverns, as he heard the water ripple and yell it's protests of being disturbed. And it was then he had made up his mind.
Crouching down, Erik lifted the girl into his arms, looking straight ahead. He refused to look at her face, refused to do anything other than simply carry her for now. His heart wouldn't allow it.
All he knew, was that he had to find shelter and provisions fast, before her fever had gotten higher.
He could not lose her again.
And the thought that ran through his mind as he had approached the broken mirror and slipped into his confines… His Angel of Music…. Had deceived him.
And he would not open himself as easily as he had done before.
What he did not know, was that it was easy to say as her eyes were closed and she was in another state of mind. However, when she had opened those beautiful eyes, and spoke with her precious voice… His ice would melt again, no matter how much he protested it.
Author's Note:Weee! Finally finished this chapter, and it took me a few days. Actually.. I'm beginning to form somewhat of a larger plot. So this actually might turn out longer than I had planned again. O.-;; Hope you don't mind. Heh. But, I went on a book binge last night at Borders, and I managed to get the Leroux version of Phantom. So, after I finish the second book I've read since last night, that one's next. Can you believe I sat up until 4:30am, reading a book, only to finish it and want to read more? Damn time. –glares at the clock- Review please!