Without the Kiss
The Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber. Erik is the phantom's name from the original novel by Leroux. This fanfiction is based on the choice that Christine had to make at the end of Andrew Lloyd Webber's play/movie.
Chapter 3 - Christine's POV (this one should have been Erik's POV, but oh well...)
"Christine, darling, don't be shy. You should know that I would never harm you," he stated calmy as he released his hand from my face. I did not like how he said the word darling. I'm his little darling. No, that doesn't sound very good. Raoul never even called me that. But if he did, I'd like hearing it come from his mouth.
He reached towards my hand and held it close to his chin. I didn't move at all.
"I love you Christine. Please feel the same way," he said. I would never feel the same way that he does with me. His is more like an obsession then true love. I love him, but not in the way that I love Raoul. But him saying that just breaks my heart.
I just looked at him for a moment, tears still running rapidly down my face. He squeezed my hand and let it go.
I began to let out a yawn.
"Are you ready for bed?" Erik asked.
I nodded my head. All of my things are still in my dressing room. I wonder if he will let me sleep there. I don't feel comfortable sleeping here in this cold, dark lair of his.
"I will go fetch your nightgown and other belongings. Stay here Miss Daae, and I will be back."
Erik turned around and began rowing away in his gondola. I watched him until he faded out into the murky depths of darkess. I slowly began walking around to see what he had for pocessions in his lair. When I was here before, I had never seen what he owned, and too mesmerized to care. It was mostly decorated in candles, spider webs, and a giant organ waspropped in the middle. I also noticed many drawings of me for some of his operas that he created himself.
I slumped onto the hard, wooden seat at the organ and waited for his arrival.