Evanescence and Erik Series Chapter 2: Bring Me to Life, a phantom of the opera fanfic

Bring Me to Life!

As usual--don't own anything.

How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors?
Leading you down into my core--
Where I've become so numb
Without a soul--

My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it
Back home...

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become

Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

Christine, now Comtesse de Changy, dismissed all the maids and her husband's valet to chores outside the massive estate, thus earning herself some time alone. Raoul was away for the day, and wouldn't be back from his meeting with his bankers until that evening--if he opted to come back at all.

She strode through the empty house, reveling in the freedom she felt. There was no around around to worry, fuss over her, or annoy her.

She pulled on the arm of the statue beside the bookcase, and entered the music room.

Raoul had never known this room existed. It was secret--saved from its mediocre existence as a storage space by a soft-hearted Christine and three trusted manservants. Within six weeks, the room was cleaned, furnished, and ready for the Comtesse to retreat to.

It was a tribute to her other love--music. Scores saved from the Opera via Meg Giry rested on their stand. A large ebony piano was kept in perfect tune, along with Father Daae's violin, a recorder, and a harp. Christine was learning the harp through trial and error, with the assistance of a discreet and kind music teacher. It was furnished in deep, earthy walnuts and cherry wood, with black and red gossamer curtains hung strategically all round.

Making her way to the piano--Christine picked up a piece of music--an Ave Maria, and plunked out the notes of the melody, singing softly at first, growing bolder and louder with each chord. Her voice seemed to make the very walls sing back to her--thus guiding her teacher to her private sanctuary.

Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love
Darling!
Only you are the life among the dead!

Knowing the song, he responded, a sweet, gentle baritone that filled her ears and caressed her soul. Both hands began to strike the keys, switching to a strange and dissonant melody that neither of them seemed to mind...

All this time I can't believe
I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there
In front of me

I've been sleeping
Athousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything

Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul

Don't let me die here
There must be something more

Bring me to life!

It was her soul he heard--crying out for more than a mediocre existence. It was something he had anticipated the moment he had heard of her intent to marry the boy. He knew she could never be happy in the life of an aristocrat. She was so much more than a silly homebody who could sew buttons on shirts, be paraded around like some trophy, and tend to the children.

This was one dead soul he would not allow to follow him into Hades.

'Looks like Orpheus has to lead Eurydice out of Hell,' he thought, mildly amused.

Still singing, he placed his hands on her shoulders, those skillful artists' hands weaving patterns across her body. Throat, neck, shoulders, stomach, soul...they were all his to possess, if she let him...

(Bring me to life)
I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
(Bring me to life)

Christine turned away from the piano, lifting pleading eyes to her maestro...

"Please, Erik..."

"You know it's rather hard for me to deny you anything, Christine...especially when it will evetunally work to my benefit."

Closing her eyes, she pulled him close and gave herself up to the soul-deep desire for all that was Erik...her teacher, friend, Angel of Music, and now lover.

Okay, I will be the first to admit this it not exactly my best work--but it was kinda hard to come up with this one...Dunno exactly why. Maybe the rating. Anyways, thank you for the reviews so far...
So everyone knows, in my previous phic, Merde is the French word for shit.
Also, to f. equivocal...thank you for your review and general comment. I appreciate it. However, unless there's a general concesus from other reviewers about the flow, then I plan on leaving things they way they are...Sorry, I'm not very good at sounding un-mean. blushes
Okay! Please review! No one likes a debtor, now do they...