Dum Dum Dum, the long awaited, Point of No Return. okay, it's long enough to satisfy some of you. But I doubt it's as seducive as some of you might have wanted...I tried, I really did. I just found that I didn't like it, cause they wre practically having sex on stage and yeah... no. I think I did a good job, considering. Okay, I'll shut up now.


The Point of No Return

"Master?" George rang out.

Christine looked up at Raoul, who looked at her fondly, but still alert for danger.

"Passarino, go away for the trap is set and waits for its prey."

Christine tried not to laugh. James had been complaining that he sounded Donald Duck singing in the shower. But it wasn't true, he sang marvelously.

In fact, he sang like a professional beyond his years.

"You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge…"

Christine's little hairs began to rise on her arm, and shivers ran down her spine. The lovely singing voice from her first night alone in the auditorium.

It was he. The Phantom of the Auditorium.

And he was singing to her. About her, she knew he was.

"I have brought you," he continued, making her shut her eyes. "That our passions may fuse and merge - in your mind you've already succumbed to me dropped all defenses completely succumbed to me-"Christine stood, watching him as he crossed the stage unbeknownst to everyone around him who he was.

"Now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided..."

He looked so mysterious, in his black mask that covered almost all of his face. He even wore the same clothes as James. She wondered if anyone had caught on that he was the Phantom. "Past the point of no return - no backward glances: our games of make believe are at an end..."

She looked behind him and saw the people looking at them. Watching their chemistry.

He continued to approach her, and she just watched him, entranced by him. He stepped toward her. "Past all thought
of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend..."

He reached out to her, and –from behind- grabbed her fiercely. He gingerly touched her exposed neck, making her shut her eyes. "What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door?" His hands slid down her corset and she didn't protest. One reached out and took her hand, placing it on his cheek, she could scarcely feel the leather mask. "What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us?"

He let her go and her breath caught, she didn't want him to let go, she enjoyed being close to him. He took her hand and as if to kiss it and sang, "Past the point of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?"

He let her hand go and smiled, as if he knew what he did to her moved everything in his favor. "Beyond the point of no return."

"You have brought me to the moment where words run dry." She stared at him, wondering what it was that he was going to do as she sang. "To that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence ...I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why..."

She touched her sleeve to charm him. "In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenseless and silent." She loved the look he gave her, it was as if he was inviting her to go on. "Now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I've decided, decided..."

They both started to walk up the scaffold as she continued. "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" Running a hand over her exposed leg, she asked, "How long should we two wait, before we're one?"

As the catwalk appeared, everything seemed surreal. It was as if the world around them stopped spinning that there was no one there but the two of them. And music, what united them two. What brought them together. "When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us?"

On the catwalk, they walked to each other, and she could see the passion in his eyes, the hunger there. And she couldn't help but feel the same. In unison they sang, "Past the point of no return the final threshold –" He took her in his arms, and held her as his hands traced her collarbone. "The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn. We've passed the point of no return."

She let him caress her skin, loving the way he made her feel. "Christine," he whispered. "Lead me, save me from my solitude. You are the only one that can help me. Say you'll be here with me now and always. Say you love me-"

Christine opened her eyes. She suddenly remembered what she had to do, she had to turn him in. She looked beyond her, at the audience looking at them in awe, at the extras, the dancers, Raoul…

Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into? What have I done?

She was in the arms of the Phantom, who they were going to capture at any moment, and he was whispering sweetly in her ear.

She turned around softly and he gently touched her cheek, with love. She did the same thing, knowing what she had to do, although it was the last thing she wanted to do.

"I'll stay with you forever. Anywhere you go let me go too," he continued.

Christine tried to smile but was afraid her tears would spill.

"Christine," he whispered tenderly. "That's all I ask of-"

She took off his mask because she couldn't let him go on. She knew that he was going to hate her, but she had to do it.

She could hear the people gasping, Erik's smile fail and his face pale. If he thought she was going to scream or run away or even look at him in fear, he was disappointed, she could only look at him in sympathy and pity.

She now knew he wore a wig, it fell from her hand revealing an almost full head of brown hair and his right side of is face disfigured. His bottom eyelid was extended below where it was supposed to be. His caramel skin had bumps and was scarred as if he had been in a fire, it was also a pinkish color.

Christine looked at him with tears trying to say how sorry she was. She felt so bad for him, she betrayed him, tricked him, used him somehow.

Then his pale face distorted to one of hate as he looked at her in a way she had never seen. She tried to take a step back, but he grabbed her arm forcefully and pulled her to him.

He turned, took out a knife he had under the black shawl and used it to cut a rope. Then he picked her up his arms held her possessively as he cut yet another rope that made the catwalk sway beneath them.

Christine tried to get away but didn't succeed; he was so much stronger than her. She screamed, sensing the ground beneath them fall and screamed yet again when they disappeared through a hole under the stage.

Looking up at the stage, she could see the chandelier begin to sway and the people running away, trying to avoid being in the way of the fall.

The Phantom picked her up by wrapping an arm around her waist and took her deep down into his labyrinth.


Writer's block! Yay, it's so much fun... not! I'll try to update as soon as possible, depending on how many reviews I receive. ;o) take care everyone, tell me honestly what you think of my little chapter... jejeje! take care!