Hey everyone!! Well midterms were last week!! I did well!! So heres the next chap everyone!! PLEASE R&R


Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera and the (-) stuff is from Susan Kays book which means its not mine.
I've also decided to answer all of the reviews I get. I'm starting with Chapter Five, so ifyou have any questions, leave them in the review or email/IM me...

TropicalRemix

Well, 'he' is supposed to be Erik. And Erik wants to marry Christine. And the rest you'll find out in time. Thanks for reviewing. I'll try to make things clearer.

Infinite

Thanks so much! And if u liked the movie you should read the PTO book by Susan Kay, Phantom, is GREAT! I loved it.

koldy

Thanks, hope it'll get more so!

And thanks to all Anonymous!!


"But people will have been killed!"
"Oh yes...I daresay that's quite likely. It's really quite difficult to be a murderer without killing people from time to time, you know." - Erik (Susan Kay's book "Phantom")

Roses

It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of Allah's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
with these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers
is not known to such as I.
Allah opens this flower so sweetly,
then in my hands they die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of Allah's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Allah for leading
each moment of my day.
I will look to Allah for His guidance
each step of the way.

The pathway that lies before me,
Only Allah knows.

I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
just as He unfolds the rose.

ANONOMYS


Magical Lovely by WinterRose46
Chapter 6: Blood Red Symphony
She was still asleep. His beautiful Christine slept. Slowly he leaned toward the girl, admiring her beautiful features. She would be his soon. How his heart beat of that thought. He loved her unconditionally. He would never give her to the 'Opera Ghost.' Though he wasn't truly sure who she loved more.

Raoul sat at her bed, not aware of the figure standing behind him. The Phantom of the Opera glared down at the fool. However, as he reached for his Punjab Lasso, a hand came round his wrist and pulled him out the door. Surprise made him follow the soundless command. When he was outside the room the door closed. Seemingly, of its own free will.

The shock passed quickly and he grabbed his weapon and thrust it out while turning to the unknown person.

Realization came too late; he could not stop the lasso from hitting its intended target. He had never killed a woman before. But there she stood.

"…Serenity:"

She quickly moved her hand up to the level of her wide, surprised eyes. The lasso wound around her wrist painfully. She bent her hand down and pulled it from his weak, stunned, grasp. A small slice of red, hot, blood, marked her high cheek bone. The tip of the lasso had cut her skin open, and a tiny trail of blood began to make its way down her face.

"You dim-witted girl!" he said, with a malice in his voice "what did you think you were doing? You could have been killed!" his heart beat quickly in his chest. For an anomalous reason, he did not want this woman to die.

"You were going to kill him, weren't you?" she asked, apparently bewildered.

"-Oh yes...I daresay that's quite likely. It's really quite difficult to be a murderer without killing people from time to time, you know.-"

"Oh," the simple sound echoed through his ears. It seemed to hold so much, yet, her eyes seemed to become void of emotion.

She unraveled the lasso from her wrist, not meeting his eyes. Then, she walked up to him with her head bent. Suddenly, her head snapped up. Her eyes were hollow; she wore a mask he knew well. One that he wore all too often. One he hated seeing on her usually free expression.

As he looked into her eyes, the trail of blood drew his full attention. He had made her bleed. The thought ran continuously through his head. He brought his hand near her face. Hesitating, but finally tracing the trail left by it.

Her head snapped away from him. Anger now flooded her eyes. "You will not harm them!" she yelled at him in a low voice. Now his own eyes reflected her anger, one of his hands came around her upper left arm and the other her right wrist he roughly pushed her against the wall.

His head leaned into hers, and he brought his lips near her ear. "I will do as I wish in my theatre, my dear, everything that enters her belongs to me," he said, in a soft threatening voice. His hands tightened on her arms, and she knew that bruises where going to appear.

"You do not own me or any other person here!" she said. "We can walk out of here just as simply as we entered. Christine can love whom she chooses, and you can't possibly believe it to be you! Just look at the way she looks at Raoul! You won't ever be able to take her heart from his!" rage filled him. It descended upon him like a dark plague. His hand now bent hers more forcefully.

"I take what I want!" he was enraged. His voice was low, threatening. He couldn't see her face; all he heard were the words she had spoken, repeating themselves in his mind. His hold kept tightening.

"Erik, please, your hurting me," she said, her voice frightened, however, before the meaning registered in his mind he heard a loud snap and watched Serenity fall to the floor.


(Anger is one letter short of danger. Author Unknown)
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