Chapter 2 "In Dreams He Came"
- Christine's Dream -
" Angel of Music! I denied you turning from true beauty. Angel of Music! My Protector, Come to me strange angel."
This time as Christine sang this melody no masculine voice sang with her.
" Angel?" she cried
Just as she said this the environment changed from a beautiful snowy day to a dark gruesome night. Christine looked around her trying to find her Angel of Music. As she stepped forward a Punjab rope feel right in front of her as if to be tied to thin air. Christine knew it was Erik her thought to be Angel. Christine turned around and ran into pure darkness, but fell on the cold hard ground.
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Just then she woke up to her horrific dream. She wiped the sweat beads off her forehead, and got out of bed. The sun was starting to rise and she could see everything in her room. She walked down to the storage room and over to an old piano. She sat down and laid her fingers on the dusty keys and started to play a familiar tune she knew by heart.
" Night time sharpens heightens each sensation darkness stirs and wakes imagination silently the senses abandon there defenses . . . . ."
Christine stopped singing and started to cry uncontrollably and said:
" I need you My Phantom, My Angel . . . . . My Erik."
Christine sighed and wiped the tears from her eyes and ran up the stairs back to her room she had decided that she was going to see her Angel again. Maybe if she apologized he would stop haunting her and let her get on with her life, in peace.
Christine put on a yellow dress and tied her hair into a low ponytail with a long yellow ribbon. She put on a little blush and some lipstick to make herself look more presentable after the restless night. She put on her shoes and went down to the study. She went to Raoul's desk and got out a sheet of fancy paper and at the top in beautiful writing it had a large C that stood for Chany. On the paper Christine wrote:
Nicolette,
I have gone out, do not be worried.
I should be back around nightfall do not wait up for me.
- Christine
Christine then hurried out of the room; she grabbed her navy clock and pulled it over her shoulders. As she stood at the doorway she took one look around her home and sighed. Christine pulled the clock tighter around herself then left. She hurried almost running down the country rode. She would have taken a carriage but she didn't want to wake anyone in her house. Christine walked the lonely streets of the Paris countryside; the cold wind stung her eyes and chilled her body. The day was foggy and rainy. Christine walked down the streets like a ghost not looking off to the scenery on the side and not looking back just staring into gray morning ahead of her.
Christine could not believe what she was doing, she was going to see the man that haunted yet calmed her mind. The man that she loved and hated, the man who was both an Angel and a Demon at the same time. The Opera Populaire had not yet been reconstructed. No one had the courage to face the Phantom's rage again. She walked into the run down opera house; the foyer was still exquisite even though the fire had grayed it. And the theater was not all burned it still had set pieces of Don Juan left on it. Christine walked on the stage aware that it could collapse at any moment. She ran her hand down what used to be one of the spiral staircases her and the Phantom had walked on. Christine remembered every essence of that fateful Opera; she could almost here Erik singing to her once again:
Past the Point of no Return
The final Threshold
Our games of make-believe are at an end . . ..
Christine zapped back into reality and walked off the stage with a quickened pace. She then went into the room that held the most memories of all. . Her dressing room. This was where she had 1st seen her Angel of Music. Everything in the room was destroyed except for the full-length mirror. Christine slowly walked over to the mirror, her stomach turned inside of her, she almost turned away but it was to late for that. She slid open the mirror to reveal the same dark passage she had walked with Erik. Christine almost floated into the dark hallway. She walked down the passage and worried about Erik's reaction to her. She had hurt him so badly, would he want to take revenge upon her?