This is it! The chappie you've all been waiting for! DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT!
A message to my sponsors (IndiaPyro)- I mentioned in an earlier chappie that every night Christine dreams of what "Dream Christine" did during that day. That means that she would even remember Dream Christine doing math homework. She talks and thinks in modern tongue because she really is a modern human, and she isn't really of the year 1871. Also, in Susan Kay's novel Erik sleeps in a coffin. And yes, I loathe Raoul with a fiery passion that burns hotter than seven suns!
No Return
"Christine, there are five minutes until the curtains rise!" exclaimed an excited Meg. She stood in the doorway of my dressing room, her face flushed from running. According to her logic (which has always been a little off…) "Why walk when you can run?"
I added the last bit of make-up to my face and ran down the hallway with Meg, barely making it to my spot before the play started. Meg went onstage before me, and I could see her twirling form "seducing" the actors in the "brothel."
Before I knew it, it was time for me to go onstage. "No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!" I sang. Then I sat down on stage and waited. I swear, the audience could hear my heart pounding. I think that about thirty, no wait, make that thirty-four butterflies were attacking the lining of my stomach. Ugh, I felt like I had just gotten off of a roller coaster! Not that I've ever been on one…
Don Juan entered the stage. He seemed to have taken my advice and gotten liposuction. He also seemed to have had a major growth spurt. Hmm, I thought he was past adolescence…This reminded me of the time Erik hijacked the carriage. Of course I could tell it was him driving then, so why shouldn't I recognize him now?
And then he sang.
Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey . . .
You have come here
in pursuit of your deepest urge,
in pursuit of that wish,
which till now has been silent,
silent . . .
Swoon. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven
I have brought you,
that our passions may fuse and merge -
in your mind you've already succumbed to me
dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me –(a/n- new lyrics: dropped your knickers, completely succumbed to me)
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts,
you've decided, decided . . .
Oh, yes I have. I have decided to marry you and kill Monsieur le Fophead.
Past the point of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played till now are at an end . . .
Is it possible to have an orgasm when listening to a man sing? Because I think I just had one…
Past all thought of "if" or "when" -
no use resisting:
abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . .
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us . . .?
Mmm, his voice is better than chocolate!
Past the point of no return,
the final threshold -
what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point of no return . . .
Okay, Christine, now get a grip and blow Erik's socks off!
You have brought me
to that moment where words run dry,
to that moment where speech disappears
into silence, silence . . .
That's right. There are no words to describe this.
I have come here,
hardly knowing the reason why . . .
In my mind,
I've already imagined our bodies entwining
defenseless and silent –
All the men in the audience were paying very close attention to the lyrics…
and now I am here with you:
no second thoughts,
I've decided, decided . . .
Oh, Erik, you have no idea.
Past the point of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . .
Past all thought of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .?
When will the blood begin to race
the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .?
Oh, sweet bliss! Erik and I were standing, facing each other. We quickly closed the gap.
Past the point of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
I was leaning back into Erik's strong chest. I felt so safe, so right in his embrace!
We've passed the point of no return . . .
I looked to where Raoul sat in Box Five. I noted, smugly, that he looked furious that someone dare caress me. I'm willing to bet that it practically looked like Erik and I had had sex on the stage! Well, it had the same effect on me. His touch sent fire through my veins!
Say you'll share with
me one love, one lifetime . . .
Of course I will! I love you…I looked back into the audience and saw, to my horror, that the policemen's guns were all pointed at Erik! They intended to shoot him while he was still on stage! Shit!
Lead me, save me from my solitude . . .
There wasn't much time! I'll do that later!
Say you want me with you,
here beside you . . .
I knew what I had to do.
Anywhere you go let me go too -
Christine, that's all I ask of . . .
Before Erik could finish, I jumped on him as a shot rang through the auditorium. We both landed in a tangled mess of limbs on the floor, me straddling Erik with my dress hiked up past my knees. If it didn't look like we had been having sex before, it certainly did now. I looked up and saw a bullet hole in the wood right by where Erik's head had been! That was too close!
I could hear the sound of ladies fainting in the arms of their husbands. I wonder why that is? Then, to my further horror I saw Erik's mask was on the floor below us. His mask had fallen off when I knocked him down! Oh, get a grip you blue-blooded bitches! It isn't that bad!
I think that the incident with Erik's mask gave us an opportune moment to get off stage, as the policemen were temporarily in a state of shock along with the rest of the audience.
I untied one of the ropes that held the ballast for the sets. I then grabbed a hold of Erik and jumped onto the rope. Erik and I fell through a trap door on the stage and landed in a heap on cold stones. Damn, I was going to have a lot of bruises by the end of the day!
"Erik, we need to leave the Opera Populaire at once! Quickly, let's pack money and essentials and get out of here!" I whispered. I could hear the heavy tramp of boots on the stage above us. The police.
Without another word, Erik bolted silently. He was dragging me behind him, but we were moving at a pace that I couldn't keep up for much longer. After all, I was wearing a corset.
We reached the lair, and to my horror I could hear the sounds of an angry mob approaching the lair. We had even less time than I had thought!
"Erik, you get some money while I pack a few essentials!" I gasped. Whew, Erik could run fast! I then jogged to my room and threw a dress, a brush, and a little jewelry into a bag. I didn't want the mob destroying everything that Erik had worked so hard to acquire! Why did those mindless brutes hunt Erik? Why? They would destroy the organ, the artwork, the room that I now called my own…Damn them!
I rushed out of my room to where Erik was waiting for me. Once I was by his side, he proceeded to smash a rather large mirror. Behind the full length mirror was a dark passageway. Oh, it was dark…shudder. Okay, get a grip Christine, you could do this.
Quickly I glanced back to look one last time on the home of Erik. To think, all of it would be destroyed…Oh, damn! The mob was here! And guess who was leading the horde of mindless zombies? If you said Raoul, you would be correct.
I slipped into the dark, damp passageway before Raoul could see me. Like a shadow, Erik blended into the darkness behind me and concealed the entrance to our escape route. I could hear the sound of the mob ransacking Erik's house, and was surprised to feel a warm tear fall down my cheek. I reached up to Erik's mask-less face and wiped away a tear that had fallen, unbidden, from his eye.
"Erik, I love you," I sang softly. Erik's only response to my confession was a gentle, loving kiss. That was all I needed. Then, we walked into the enveloping darkness hand in hand.
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