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The Shadow
Once she was outside, she didn't know where to go. First, she went downtown and sat in front of the movie theater. She needed guidance, something tat her Angel promised but never delivered. She needed help. And she knew of only one person that throughout her life had never lied to her, never deceived her. Her father.
She needed to see her father. She knew the cemetery was far off but she didn't care. She just needed a cab. It was a good thing that she kept money with her where ever she went.
After buying tulips for her father –his favorite- she called for a cab parked at the curb and hopped on. As she rode in uncomfortable silence, because the cab rider had nothing on his radio, she thought back to the days of her childhood, when her father was alive.
He would always play his violin at weddings, parties or Sunday mass where she would sing in the choir. They would travel a lot but Christine didn't mind as long as she was with her father.
She would always love to hear him play. That was how she met Raoul, they were the best of friends when they were little, even though when she walked into a room, he always seemed to blush.
It was while their friendship grew that her father told them of the Angel of Music. The Angel of Music, who would go to every musician as long as they believed in it.
She was so glad that he had come to her. At last, the Angel of Music her father had promised her! But he lied to her, he was no angel.
When the cab stopped, she hadn't noticed that they were in front of Perros Cemetery. She handed the man her money and when she was inside the cemetery, he sped away.
She used to fear the cemetery at night, but now there were worse things to be scared of. Like a psychopath that got his first taste for blood at the age of ten.
She had visited her father's grave so often after he died that she could walk around blindfolded. When she found his grave, she kneeled down in front of it, placing the tulips on his grave.
The graveyard was great and vast with a lot of mausoleum and small churches. Her father was buried next to a small mausoleum she had never entered.
After she made the sign of the cross, she found the words she had been trying to say tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. "You were my friend and father, you were my guardian my pillar of stone." She sighed. "But things can't stay the way they were, right?" She didn't even notice the tears streaming down her face. "Why'd you have to die and leave me? Why? I hate you. I hate you for it. I hate you for leaving me." She stood sniffling, her anger at once drained.
"I know you didn't do it on purpose." She looked around the cemetery. "This cemetery is cold, the angels solitary, you don't deserve this you were always warm and gentle. Daddy, I miss you so much. I wish I could hear your voice again. I wish I could see you. If I would only hear your music again. Your masterpiece, Resurrection of Lazarus. If only I could-"
Then she heard it, the sweetest sound she had ever heard. A violin playing that precise song, Resurrection of Lazarus.
She thought she was about to die. It was her father! He was playing for her!
She watched entranced by the shadowy figure of a man playing the sweet melody. She could only stare at the figure as it made its way down the steps of the small mausoleum on the grounds in front of her.
It had to be about fifty feet away from her and as he approached, the distance between them shrank. But she stared oblivious to it, not caring if he got closer.
He was playing the song that her father in her childhood had played so often. How she strained her memory so she could hear the song again, if it only was in her mind.
She closed her eyes, letting the music envelope over her. She had never been so lost in music before. She herself had never heard her father play it as perfectly as it had been played that night.
She didn't see him advance, she could only hear the sweet music, when it stopped she saw that the shadowy figure was at arm's length from her.
It was the figure of a man, so much taller than her, dressed in a long black hooded cloak. He was hooded and hid his face, giving the illusion that he was a shadow.
She at that moment, felt so lost and confused and ecstatic to hear her father's music played with such passion, that at first she didn't realize the Shadow's hand on her cheek.
She felt the slightest caress from his black-gloved fingers as they lightly touched her cheek. "Christine…" She recognized that voice. But she didn't recognize it as her father's. "Christine…" he said sadly. Where had she heard that voice from?
She pressed her cheek against his open black-gloved hand. Then his fingers moved across her face, outlining her cheekbone, eyes, lips. She had never been touched that way before, with so much tenderness and love that she had never known.
Then it unexpectedly changed, starting with someone yelling her name. She hadn't heard it at first, but the Shadow had. He dropped the violin sharply and used both hands at her forearms to turn her around and pull her to the mausoleum.
She resisted when she felt what was going on.
Then she saw it all happening.
Raoul arrived there, running towards her with a pale face.
What the hell is he doing here?
She turned to see the Shadow, but he still had the hood on. She reached out, pulled it off and gasped.
She could never forget the electric blue eyes or the raven black hair, the pale skin or the even paler porcelain mask on his face.
"Erik?"
He looked at her in hatred. For what, she didn't know.
"Let her go!"
They both turned to Raoul, who had shouted.
"Why, Monsieur," he said almost laughing. "You have come at last! Is it because you go to where your heart beckons you? To go to your beloved?"
"Let her go," he said again.
"Ah," he said turning Christine towards him. "You mean Mademoiselle Daaé? Alas, I cannot, for you see, I need her. More than you do, I can assure you."
Christine found herself unable to move or to speak.
"I will ask you again, for Christine's sake," Raoul said seething. "You will let her go even if it is by your choice, or my bidding."
Erik laughed as if it were all a big joke. "What will you do, fop?"
Then it happened. She wasn't sure how, but Raoul lunged out and fell on top of Erik. Christine only avoided it because Erik had pushed her out of harm's way. Unfortunately, she fell right on her wet grass on her butt.
Madame Giry was right, he did care for her. Christine watched in fear as they both fought over her.
Two guys, fighting over me, she thought to herself. There was a time not long ago when she would fantasize about it. Funny, she didn't know it would be that bad.
Erik had Raoul pinned down by the wrists on the floor and was punching the daylights out of him.
She had to do something.
She ran to them and grabbed Erik's arm trying to get him to stop. "Stop it!"
But he wouldn't, instead he pushed her to the side, making her loose her balance and fall on the floor. Again.
This gave Raoul enough fuel to push Erik off of him. He was sprawled on the floor when Raoul reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun.
A gun.
Christine froze, she held a hand over her heart, wishing it wasn't so.
These two could kill themselves, she thought to herself.
Raoul pointed the gun right at Erik's face.
Christine knew he wouldn't show it, but she knew Erik was scared.
"You stay away from her," Raoul said panting from the fight. "Far, far away."
Erik only laughed.
Christine approached Raoul and held a hand in front of her. She knew she was the only one there with a sane mind, the only one that Raoul would listen to. "Raoul, please don't."
But Raoul wouldn't tear his deadly gaze from Erik. If anything, he looked even more determined to pull the trigger.
"Raoul," she pleaded gently. "Please put it away."
But he wouldn't.
She reached out with her hand and placed it on the gun. "Please stop." She sighed and tried to push the gun down. "Don't kill him. Don't be a monster. That's not the guy I fell in love with."
Raoul finally looked at her then reluctantly put the gun away.
Christine let out a long sigh of relief. Glad that was over.
Raoul then spoke acidly to Erik. A tone of voice that she prayed he never used on her. "Next time I see you, pray that Christine is there."
Erik chuckled evilly. "I advise you the same thing."
Raoul took Christine's hand and led her away from the cemetery.
Review Responses!
TerpentineMind- Thank you, and I will be trying to put more details:o)
LittleLotte- yay! keep going! It wont be disappointing!
Kims-Glad you like it!
El loopy- No te preocupes, don't worry. There's no reason to cry!
leann2712- You bring up a very good point. I was asking myself this question when I wrote it. is the Phantom too old? In the end, I found he wasn't. Remember, the reason Christine, Raoul and Meg are so young is because it takes place in a high school. But there are a lot of people who met when they were teenager and get married in the end. I know that the age difference between the Phantom and Christine is a little -how do we say?- BIG. But remember, Erik becomes obsessed with Christine and Christine never loved him, or she did but not in the way he hoped. Besides, age is just a number.
Kagome1514- Thank you! And yes, I'll read them as soon as I can.
Kchan88- Thank you ! yippie! does a happy dance
Thank you all, next update will be in a couple of days... Chapter is kind of shor though! Chapter Nineteen: Do you love him?
