jokarynn: well...he's not going to come out happy... and he didn't know he was 'gay' persay... and he loves christine like a friend.

inkie pinkie: i love that song! yeah, we have the movie soundtrack and original cast too, i havemost of it memorized...loveitloveitloveit! and no,nothing happens really...just wistful thinking, but i have plans for a story when something does so...

Jamny: you sound like my one friend... interstingis a good word to describe me, she uses it often when refering to anything i write.

whatevergirl: of course he does!

lotr: hell yeah i'm writing more! ihave an entire chap planned out already(they so are)

Kytten: yeah... but i decided i had to write aboutwhen they were all down there in the pahntom's lair...

Me-Ladie: updating...

PART THE THIRD

It was the night they were to show your play. Your masterpiece. Christine was to be used to lure you out so we could end your reign of terror.

I had never been so restless in my life. The day before your opera was to be sung was spent pacing and numerous other such activities. I couldn't wait, yet I never wanted night to fall.

I would damn you again, but you must be damned enough by now. Damn you anyway, you deserve it. Or do I? Argh! Not again! Stop making me argue with myself...

Oh. My. God.

You really need to be damned. Again and again and again.

I sat in Box 5 -your box- waiting for the play to start, then for you to appear, and when you did, coming from where Pangi had just disappeared, I wished I was anywhere but where I was. You looked right at me. Just a brief second, but you looked right at me. As if I needed anymore butterflies in my stomach. Then, you became submerged in your singing, and in Christine and your desire for her.

It hurt. What hurt most though, was when you held her, and ... erm... where ... holding her... the only thing I could think of was what it would be like if it was me you where holding, me who you were singing to of seduction and passion plays.

If there is a heaven, you must be in it. You are called the Angel of Music.

No matter how many times I may want to damn you, you belong there, which is why you are so strange here, for no heaven born creature was ever meant to walk on Earth. All I wanted in that moment was for you to be looking at me that way you looked at her when she gave into you.

Everything, everything you'd ever done or ever will, doesn't matter.

I think I love you.

I don't think, actually. Not anymore. Of course, it hurts more now.

Even when she pulls your mask off, even when the theater erupts into screams, I didn't think you ugly. Well, maybe a bit, but compared to some people out there... Besides, beauty is only so much. You were like night and day, one half perfect, the other scarred. The half moon.

The chandelier crashed, and I ran to find Madame Giry, hoping she could lead me to you. No matter what happened tonight, this would be it.

Following her down the twisting corridors, the corridors of your mind, I wondered. What it might have been like if the world hadn't hated you.

Finally, after falling and nearly drowning, I came to your hidden home.

"I had rather hoped that you would come. And now my wish comes true. You have truly made my night!" You were taunting me. You had every right to, I guess, but I wish you didn't.

Not that wishing will get me anywhere.

"I love her. Does that mean nothing? I love her. Show some compassion." A foolish and stupid plea, I know. But I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"The world showed no compassion to me!"

I know, I know that, but must you prove them all right? I begged you to let me see her, and, this is what scared me, you let me in. What the hell were you planning?

"Monsieur, I bid you welcome. Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay for the sins which are yours?"

What did you mean by that? By then my question was answered when you picked up the lasso from your lake and threw it at me. Naturally, by then it was to late to do anything but let you slam me up against the gating that had closed behind me.

"Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now, except perhaps Christine! Start a new life with me! Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! This is the choice, this is the point of no return!" I nearly died right then, not because of the rope around my neck, I was not afraid of that. I was, however, very aware of how close he was, and how he threw me against the wall, pressing against me while tying me. It meant nothing to him, but to me, it was everything, every moment of my life was for this. You know what? It probably meant nothing to you other that a way to get Christine.

"So do you end your days with me or do you send him to his grave?" sang after a while. Most of what was being said, even by myself, wasn't important anymore.

"Why make her lie to you to save me?" Why make her lie when I wouldn't? I would love you so much, care for you so much, if you'd let me. Not that you ever will, but I would.

"Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone..." What was she saying now? Why was she waling toward him and why...?

Oh god. Please, no. Don't let this be happening, don't let her be kissing him, don't make me watch this. But I can't do anything else. I'm not sure if I want to look away. All I can see is their lips... together, all I can do is stare at them, wishing... Wishing again that it was me there, me telling him he could be loved.

But it's not, and it never will be.

"Go now - go now and leave me!"

I don't want to leave you. But I do. Why are my feet caring me away? I want to turn around, and run back and... And what? What could I possibly do? You hate me.

Ah, but I, I love you.

And that makes all the difference.

yes, i do have plans for a sequel of sorts (to this) after the movie. like, when raoul comes back to find the 'phantom' and yes, there will be lots more angst, rejection (lots and lots of) and making out! yay! finally!

my dad was saying how he thought the only weak part was when raoul let himself get tied up and iw as kinda like 'it's because he's enjoying the sensations too much to fight!'