Rebecca

Alright, I know I skipped the graveyard scene, but you all know it, and Rebecca had nothing to do with it, so that's why it isn't there. This is a quickie, but I'm sure you'll understand. Yeah, i know the previous chapter was kinda rushed, but i was having a bit o' trouble with it. don't worry, i'll try to make te don juan chapter nice and long and juicy.

Chapter 18: Getting Ready

Bright sunshine shone into her big doe eyes when she woke to the sound of a gentle voice. She smiled and peeked at the owner of the soothing voice. "Good morning Raoul," she said cheerfully. He smiled back and placed a tray of breakfast on her lap. For the past few months Christine Daae had been staying at Raoul's home, where she could relax and be safe. She only went to the Opera Populaire when it was time for rehearsals, and Raoul was always a constant presence by her side. Finally, the day of the performance had arrived, and she was very nervous.

"Don't worry Little Lotte," said Raoul in an attempt to comfort his fiancé, "everything will be fine." He hugged her, and then went back to his own room to get ready to go to the Opera. Christine finished up her breakfast and then got ready to leave. They climbed into the de Chagny coach and drove off to the Opera Populaire to make ready for that night's performance.

Meanwhile, in a lair beneath the Opera, Erik and Rebecca were also getting ready. Erik was sitting on a chair while Rebecca carefully applied his wig and makeup. It was just after noon, and the performance would begin in only mere hours. Erik's leg shook and he gripped the arms of the chair till his knuckles turned white. "Calm down father," said Rebecca, straightening the wig.

Erik ceased shaking and attempted to calm. For some reason, he wasn't as happy as he should have been. Tonight was the night he would have his fair Christine and not even that boy Raoul could stop him. Finally, Rebecca finished with the disguise and he was able to leave and set a few things up for later on that night.

Rebecca washed her hands, and went to get dressed for the opera. Even though she knew that he was going to kidnap the diva, she wanted to support his opera; after all, it was his first. She donned an elegant gown that was dark red in colour. Lace dripped from the flared sleeves in elegant folds, and also lined the neck. Intricate black roses embroidered over the entire gown gave it the look of being black in certain lights, and gave it a sophisticated elegance. The train was long, and tucked in many places causing it to cascade across the floor, and sweep away anyone who tried to hold a candle to this gown. For her hair, she pinned it up in various places, leaving the rest to hang down stick straight down to her slender waist. She pinned on of her father's rose to the top of the skirt, and tied one of his black ribbons around her alabaster neck as a delicate choker. Rebecca took one last look in the mirror, smoothed out her full skirt, and then headed out to the organ room to wait.

Erik reappeared in the lair with Alistair in tow. "Here is you beau; he will take you to one of his family's private boxes where you shall not be seen. You two must go now before the crowd thickens." He then hugged his beautiful daughter, and went off to get dressed. Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn't let Erik see. He loved Christine, and now he would finally have her, so who was she to put an end to his happiness? She took Alistair's arm, and they headed off to find his box to await the overture.

Backstage stagehands scurried around, and ballet dancers warmed up. Christine meticulously practiced her scales, and tried to calm her voice. Raoul did his best to calm her nerves, but eventually he had to be seated and speak to the police. The police were there to arrest Erik if and when he showed up to the opera, and they were armed; Raoul made sure of that.

The lights dimmed, and the curtains opened…