Well, I made some changes. Only on formatting. I would like to thank Sam and Ana for pre-reading my phan phic. I would like to dedicate this chapter to Sam. You should read hers, Dark Secrets. She is phantomgoddess34. Her story is great. We all know...that I don't own POTO. Please R&R.
Chapter 1: No Turning Back Now
"What did I just do?" Christine thought to herself. She quietly looked up at Raoul's angry face. He was furiously propelling the little boat forward, dipping the pole into the jet-black water in the labyrinth under the Opera Populaire. "How could I leave the man I truly love?" "Erik…" she whispered to herself, but Raoul had over heard.
"What!" Raoul glanced down angrily and glared at her.
"I'm sorry Raoul. I really am." Christine said looking into Raoul's face, but not his eyes. Without thinking, Christine plunged into the dark water. "There's no turning back now." She thought to her self as she paused hesitantly, hearing Raoul's muffled sobs, but continued swimming back to Erik's lair.
Erik cautiously stepped out of the mirror he was hiding in from the mob. As he walked around, he surveyed his domain looking for any damage caused by the unwelcome intruders. He found very minor disturbances, not more than a few scratches and torn things. "Here Ayesha. Here kitty, kitty, kitty." Erik called. He was searching for his little Siamese cat, hopping the mob didn't kill her. Ayesha quickly scattered from under Erik's huge pipe organ. "It's all right Ayesha. It's ok." He reassured her, as he picked her up. He cradled her in his arms and stroked her fuzzy head. She purred with delight. "I know YOU won't leave me!" he yelled in pure rage, referring to Christine.
"Erik…Erik…?" Christine called into the darkness of the lair as she stepped out of the lake, dripping wet. Getting no reply, she continued to walk around aimlessly searching for him. As she turned around, about to swim back, she thought she could make out a figure in the shadows. "Erik, please come out. I'm really sorry. I really am!" she yelled hopping he would forgive her for going with Raoul. Realizing her attempts were useless, she dropped to her knees crying tears of regret. She let all her emotions out in the period of sobbing. After a few minutes, her tears dried. She stood up regaining her dignity. Then, all of a sudden, her shoulder felt cold. She turned around to see Erik, standing a few feet away from her, holding his infamous rose with a black ribbon tied around the stem. A smile crossed her face. As she reached out to accept his gift, he drew back his hand. Her smile quickly left as fast as it came.
"You know me better than that. I'm not that forgiving, that easy." He said with a huge smirk that Christine was weary of. She slowly took a step towards him. She had on her "innocent" look. Erik could not resist her "innocent" face. He opened his arms and Christine flung her arms around him, feeling safe and warm. When she pulled back from the hug, he held out his rose. She gratefully took it fast, hopping it wasn't a game he so "conveniently" always played.
"Erik… I love you!" she admitted looking longingly into his eyes.
"And I, you, Christine." Erik replied. She pulled him closer and locked her lips against Erik's, and gave him the most passionate kiss she could give. A kiss he would never forget. She drew back partially blushing.
"Um… I don't know what got the best of me." She apologized to him.
"Well, whatever it was, I hope it continues to. I really liked it." He said with an evil smirk on his face, hopping that his comment would make her kiss him again. But, it didn't work. He saw her shiver, an wrapped his arm around her cold body. "You," he said poking her arm, " Need to change before you get sick." He pushed her towards her bedroom.
"Oui, Master." Christine replied with a huge grin on her face. She walked into the room and closed the door. Erik leaned against the wall with a smirk. Master. He liked the sound of it. Maybe he could get used to that. Christine went to the closet, full of dresses and other articles of clothing. Amidst the clothing she found a beautiful low cut, blue velvet dress. The cut was a little low for her liking, but decided to wear it anyway. She stripped of her soaking wet clothes and put on fresh ones. Feeling much better, she stepped out of the room, where Erik was still leaning against the wall.
"You look radiant, mademoiselle." He said taking her hand and bringing to his lips. "Shall we sing one song for old time's sake?"
Instead of replying, she grabbed his hand in hers and led him to his organ. There, they both sat down on the bench. Erik started playing the song 'Think of Me'. She started singing.
Think of me,
Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye.
Remember me,
Once in a while, please promise me you'll try.
When you find that once again, you long to take you heart back and be free.
If you ever find a moment,
Spare a thought for me.
Then, Erik picked up from where she left off.
We never said our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea.
But if you can still remember, stop and think of me.
Think of all the things we've shared and seen,
Don't think about the way, things might have been.
Think of me,
Think of me waking, silent and resigned.
Christine, then picked up a duet with Erik.
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind.
Recall those days,
Look back on all those times,
Think of the things we'll never do.
There will never be a day,
When I won't think of you.
Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we.
But please promise me that sometimes, you will think... of me!
When the music ended, Erik had a huge smirk on his face. He had forgotten how well their voices blended together. But, now, they were one again. Christine let out a huge yawn. Erik then realized how tired they both were. He raised his lips to her forehead and kissed her gently. "Now," Erik said fatherly, "Off to bed with you." Gratefully, they both rose from the bench. There he led her to her room. She didn't change from her dress because she was too tired from the day's events. Erik tucked her in, and sang her to sleep.
Night time sharpens,
Heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses,
Abandon their defenses…
He kissed her cheek, and closed the door softly before he left the room. He walked back into his room. He strolled over to his coffin, and took off his mask. He stared at it for a few moments and put it down on the table beside his coffin. He took off his shoes and shirt, and then slipped into his bed. They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
