Summary: what would happen if Christine didn't pull off his mask during "Past the Point of no return." What if she did something else? Would this change anthing?
Ch.1
It was the night of the performance of "Don Juan Triumphant" and the Opera Populaire was buzzing. Stage hands and were setting up props and ropes and scene changers, dancers practiced behind stage, the managers all in a fuss with the police, and the crowd coming into the Populaire worrying about why the police were there. Meanwhile Christine was in her dressing room finishing up, she looked in the mirror and sighed, was she really going to go through with this? She played with her hair trying to get it just right. The door opened and Madame Giry walked in. She walked over to Christine.
"You'll be alright I promise." Madame Giry said to her, "what ever is bothering him he'll get over it."
Christine felt like crying. She knew that he was the phantom. Her angel. No he wasn't an angel, he never was it was all a trick just to get Christine to trust him. He was a man just like any other man. Like Raoul, and Monsieur firmin and Monsieur Andre.
"He wanted to give you this." Madame Giry pulled a rose from behind her back "for your hair."
Christine took the rose from her and held it in her hands, looking down at it. Her Angel's trademark. She looked back up at Madame Giry and told her that same thing she told Raoul, "I'm Frightened." Madame Giry opened her arms and hugged Christine. "Everything will be fine." She pushed Christine back still holding her shoulders. "It's just an Opera." Madame Giry gave her a reassuring smile then left but not before saying, "It opens in a half an hour, be down there soon." Christine nodded and Madame Giry left. Christine turned back to the mirror and looked down at the rose still in her hands. She sighed once more and placed the rose in her hair and secured it so it didn't fall out. Madame Giry's words floated around in her head. "It's just an opera." She shook her head and headed towards the door. "No, it's not. It's the Phantom's Opera."
Christine got down there, and Raoul was there waiting for her.
"Are you alright? You are sure you want to do this." Raoul asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She nodded. "I am sure. It's the only way is it not? To capture the phantom." Christine explained quietly, she was still uncomfortable with the fact that she was bait.
"I suppose, but Christine there are other ways. You don't have to…"
"I want to." Christine cut him off. "Ill be fine Raoul. I promise."
Raoul nodded and gave her a quick kiss before running off. She walked closer to the stage and could hear the audience chattering quietly. It was almost time. She looked around and she saw Meg with some of the other chorus girls. She didn't want to disturb her practicing, they would all be nervous; they were after all performing in the phantom's opera. She saw Monsieur Firmin and Monsieur Andre walk into the picture.
"Can I have everyone's attention please!" Andre called out.
Everybody stopped what they were doing and looked at the managers.
"Thank you. Well the show will be going on soon, and since this is the phantoms opera, the phantom is guaranteed to be here…somewhere. If any of you see, hear, or sense something going on, leave it alone. Go on with the show, we don't need the audience any more confused then they already are." Andre explained.
"Indeed. And the police are here and they will be visible during the performance, we plan to capture the dreaded phantom, but continue on with the performance as if everything is normal, that is all, we wish you all luck."
"Monsieur's we need you out here, to announce the show." Madame Giry shouted from the near the stage. Monsieur Andre and Monsieur Firmin left and soon they could Christine could hear their voices ringing through the theatre.
"Ladies and gentleman we welcome you to our new performance Don Juan triumphant!"
A round of applause filled the air, Christine took a deep breath. It was time.
The music started and dancers came onto the stage along with Carlotta. Carlotta began the opera with a bang and soon Piangi came on with passarino.
" Passarino, faithful friend, once again recite the plan."
"Your young guest believes I'm you. I the master you the man."
"When you met you my cloak…"
Piangi's voice drowned out of Christine's head as she thought about her upcoming part, she was nervous but most of all scared. She was nauseous, but she couldn't back out now. Meg was already out onstage, so she could talk to her.
"Here's my hat, my cloak, my sword, conquest is assured if I do not forget my self and laugh.." his laugh disappears as he goes off stage.
It was now her turn, she gulped and walked onto thestage singing, "No thought within her head but thoughts of joy. No dreams within her heart but dreams of love." She was now sitting on the stage waiting for piangi to come back in.
She heard passarino say, "master." Then,
"Passarino. Go away for the trap is set and waits for it's prey." That didn't sound like Piangi, Christine slowly turned her head. That defintaly was not Piangi.
"You have come here, in pursuit your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent, silent." She turned her head quickly back to the audience. That man that was standing just a few feet away from her was the phantom.
"I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge in your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses completely succumbed to me, and now you are here with me. No second thoughts, you've decided. Decided."
Christine stood up slowly, watching the phantoms steps one by one.
"Past the point of no return, no going back now, out games of make believe is at an end. Past all thought of "if" or "when" no use resisting abandon thought and then dream descend."
He approached her, he was close. He then made a movement so fast it caught her off guard; he turned around and had his hand on her neck and his other hand around her waist. Christine closed her eyes, surrendering to his touch.
"What raging fire shall flood the soul."
He ran his hand down her arm until they were just hand in hand.
"What rich desire unlocks its door. What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold, what warm unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return."
He started walking away from her, letting his hand slide against hers eventually leaving it. It was now Christine's turn to sing. She shook her head and took a deep breath,
"You have brought me, to a moment when words run dry. To a moment where speech disappears into silence. Silence." She looked up at Raoul, and told him with her eyes that the man next to her was the phantom, she saw Raoul shift in his seat and signal to André.
She turned to the phantom now.
"I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind I've already imagined our body's entwining defenseless and silent. Now I am here with you, I've decided. Decided. Past the point of no return, no going back now, our passion play has no at least begun. Past the point of right or wrong, one final question how long should we two wait before we're one."
She started to climb the spiral stairs, the phantom on the other side, her mirror, she reached the top.
"When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom when will the flames at last consume us."
Now his voice joined in with hers. "Past the point of no return, the final threshold the bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn, we've passed the point of no return."
The Phantom once again brought her into his embrace. His arms were around her waste and he was caressing her softly. Christine's eyes were closed, again relishing in the moment then to her surprise he started to sing,
"Say you'll share with me, one love one lifetime. Lead me save me from my solitude." She opened her eyes, what was he doing this wasn't in the script. Was he confessing his love for her in front of a whole crowd of people, which not to mention, contained Raoul.
"Say you want me with you here…" he took a sobbing breath. Was he crying? "…Beside you."
He tore away from Christine and looked her in the eyes, she saw desire, and love, and he sang in a loud forte. "Anywhere you go, let me go too. Christine that's all I ask of…" She couldn't take it anymore, what he was saying was killing her. She did the only thing she could think of, (yeah right here imp changing it a bit, to fit my story) and right before he could finish. She kissed him. Yes she kissed him full on the lips. She heard Madame Giry say, "pull curtain, now." To the stagehands. The curtain fell, and Christine still lasted a few more seconds. When she finally did pull off, she was breathing quite labored. She looked up at him and saw something she never saw in him before. There were too many emotions filling up his eyes, along with tears. She smiled at him. "Go, Go now. They'll find you. The police are here and they'll find you." She whispered to him.
"Christine…"
"Go!" She started to leave but then turned her head halfway back, "Meet me on the roof." She whispered then ran off down the stairs. Erik on the other hand jumped off the set and onto a catwalk.
When the curtain closed Raoul stood up, he was in rehearsals and didn't see them kiss once. What was this? He pushed passed the guards and ran down behind stage. He caught up with Madame Giry. "Madame Giry! Where is Christine."
Madame Giry turned to face the young man who barged in. "Monsieur I truly don't know. Honest."
Christine ran past all the dancers and people who worked at the Populaire. She needed to get to the roof, she realized she was not getting anywhere soon enough. She picked up her dress ends and ran, this made her go a bit faster. She didn't want to face Raoul, or anyone for that manner, but especially Raoul. He would ask questions. He would send the police after him. She climbed the stairs up to the roof, and opened the door flinging her self out onto the snow. She panted on her hands and knees. When she finally regained her breath, she sat up kneeling. She looked up into the sky, the cloudy night sky, and the snow was falling lightly. She heard the crunching of snow and turned her head, and saw a black figure coming out from behind a statue. She jumped up, alarmed. The figure walked into the light and she sighed of relief then smiled. IT was her angel. The phantom. He just stood there, motionless, just staring at her.
She walked over to him and held out her hand, "angel." She whispered and placed her hand on his cheek. He winced and placed his hand over hers. "Please Christine. Don't call me that." He whispered, pleading.
"Well what am I supposed to call you? You never gave me your name." Christine explained coolly.
He hesitated a moment, before replying. "Erik. My name is Erik."
She smiled. "Erik. I like that name. It suits you."
Again he did not reply and they just stood there staring at each other.
"Christine…" he whispered, not believing she was actually here in his presence.
"Shh…" she told him placing a finger to his lips. She slowly removed her finger and replaced it with her lips. But just as they get into it a shot could be heard and Erik flew into the statue they were near. Christine screamed, mostly from surprise. Christine turned her head and saw Raoul in the doorway. He held a rifle in his hand. He ran passed Christine and over to Erik yelling, "don't you touch her again you monster." Raoul kicked him in the stomach and Erik fell to the ground even more, holding his stomach. Christine started to cry and ran over to him, "Erik…are you al…" Raoul pushed Christine away. "Don't touch him Christine." Christine heard yelling and the sounds of footstep running up the stairs. She turned her head and the police were coming in through the doorway. "We've got him men." Christine heard Raoul say. The police ran over and helped Raoul with him. Two men held him by the arms and he winced at the pain shooting through his arm. "Now lets see what he hides behind this mask." Christine gasped. 'No. Not that.' She remembered when she tore off his mask, he yelled at her, knocked her to the ground. And he loved her; she didn't want to think of what he might do now. Raoul ripped the mask off his face, but Erik did nothing except bow his head in shame.
"See! He is a monster!" Raoul said, in a hateful tone.
The men laughed. Christine looked around in horror. "'No!" she cried out. "He's not! He's not a monster."
"Christine look at him! He's hideous!" And Raoul kicked him again. "Kill him."
"No! Raoul, don't kill him. I'll do anything, I'll go with you, marry you. Just don't kill him." Christine said breaking down into tears. Raoul thought about it for a moment then turned to his men, " let him go." They dropped him in the snow, he landed with a thud. He groaned in pain and just laid there.
"Come along Christine." Raoul said leaving with the men.
"One minute." She said and face, "I will be back for you, I promise." She kissed him quickly before going over to Raoul. "Ok, let's go." Raoul smirked and placed his arm around her. Christine looked over her shoulder and saw Erik sitting up; she let tears roll down her cheeks and turned back leaving her angel alone in the cold.
Don't worry it's not a one-shot. After all she did promise Erik she'd come back to him. Will she keep her promise? Review and I'll update sooner. And people I don't want one or two. Cuz that won't make me update k? and that goes for all my stories. I need at least….5 is a signifigant number lets go with that. 5 I want 5 reviews. And I wont update till I get 5. k? k.