Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Christine/Erik
Feedback: Yes, please! Also being nice would make me happy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gaston Leroux's Phantom or anything I might refer to based on Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical adaptation of it.
Summary: Christine makes an important decision that could forever change the lives of many…
Author's Note: Yeahy for more reviews! I was so happy with the results that I just had to keep on going! Yeahy!
Chapter 2
"You'll be safe here at my home," Raoul said leading her through the doorway.
Christine looked in awe at her surroundings.
The main hall had one of the tallest ceilings in a home that she had ever seen. The glass windows shone brightly with the sun's rays that had just come out to show early morning. There was also a round staircase that led to an immensely huge hallway.
She couldn't help but feel lonely in this place.
"Louisa?" Raoul called out.
Christine turned to see an old maid walk in.
"Monsieur de Chagney? I did not expect you to come so soon."
"Nor did I. The opera house burned down."
"I beg your pardon!"
"I know…" Raoul said directing his attention back to Christine who was still in a state of shock and staring back down at her ring.
"Louisa, we've had a long trip back here. May you please escort Ms. Daee to one of the guest rooms?"
"Why, certainly monsieur," Louisa said with a slight bow, "C'mon dearie. You look like you might need some rest."
Almost in a trance form, Christine followed her up the stairs and down a corridor.
Louisa opened a door and said, "In here Miss."
Christine walked in and looked around.
"Is everything alright Miss?"
"For now. Thank you," Christine said smiling slightly as Louisa placed some clothes on the bed.
"Don't fear to call me if you need anything."
"Thanks," Christine replied.
Then Louisa turned away and left closing the door behind her.
Christine stood silent for a moment before she pulled out an old black and white photograph of her father from her small bag. She then placed it near a mirror at a dresser and glanced at it.
From there she slowly stared up and glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
For a moment she swear she something. Or someone…
Slowly she whispered to herself…
Wishing you were somehow here again…
She then reached out to touch the mirror to realize that there was nothing there.
Her mind had been playing tricks on her.
She began to feel her tears began to fill up in her eyes.
She then ran to lie on the four-post bed and cried herself for hours before sleep overtook her.