A Note to the Audience:
Since someone inquired about who Erik was based on, I thought I should give a brief character profile :)
-- FULL mask, he truly is disfigured - think Kay rather than Webber (I know, I can hear all GB fans groaning)
-- However, he does have Gerry-Butler-Phantom's gold-green eyes. They would be rather mysterious underneath the full mask, no? ;)
-- Mostly Kay's version of Erik, as far as personality goes
-- I lowered his age from 50-60+ (in the books) to 37 (20 years older than Christineh).
-- For his singing voice, imagine Michael Crawford's version of O Holy Night. Not Phantom. I don't like MC's version of Phantom, but his O Holy Night is simply spine-tingling.
-- For his talking voice, imagine Ralph Fiennes. If you've seen Harry Potter 4, he plays Voldemort. Please read & review! Sorry this chappie took so long; Christmas break ended for me and I didn't have time to write:P
Your Most Faithful Servant,
J.F.
Christine (which, remember, is pronounced like Christineh. She may be in Christine Daae's body, but she is still Christine Jacobson)
Christine tiptoed to the wardrobe where Erik had said the door was located. She carefully pried it open and slipped through the many luxurious dresses until she felt a cold, brass knob. She turned it and slipped through the opening, closing it silently behind her. She was surprised in the change of atmosphere. While her room had been warm, bright, and comforting, this hallway was cold, dark, and foreboding. The very walls seemed to pulse with passion and anger. The sight was almost an oxymoron, for very nearby Christine could still hear the tinkling melody of Beethoven. The music was coming from behind two large, grand oak doors. She pushed them open and they opened without a sound.
Erik
Erik could hear Christine enter. He almost froze from nervousness, but he kept his fingers steady and continued pressing his fingers against the keys. He wondered what this future girl would think of 1870. It had been he who had brought Miss Jacobson into the past, you know. Erik was talented with tinkering with time.
Christine
There at the piano sat the man who was making the music. Christine could only assume it was Erik; she could only see his back. He was cloaked entirely in a midnight black, and his slick, dark hair glistened. She timidly stepped closer to him, holding the note she had found on top of the roses clutched in her hand. She stopped about a meter away from the infamous Phantom and looked around at the room. The walls were filled with bookshelves and books, and in the center of the wall loomed a great fireplace. A quiet fire crackled and danced in it, the flames' tips tainted blue. A large sofa and chairs rested facing it. The room had an eerie, dark feel to it; but although it was not cheerful it was not as ominous as the sinister hallway.
The music faded and Christine caught her breath.
"Good evening, Christineh." Christine's eyes widened. No one ever pronounced her name correctly on the first time. She wondered how he knew.
"Good evening," Christine replied, horrified at how shaky her voice was. She cleared her throat.
Erik turned to face her. She saw that a full, black mask shadowed his face, and his piercing green eyes showed a deep intelligence she had never seen in anyone before. Erik's lips turned up in a smile.
"I hope you find your room satisfactory." He stated, staring into her eyes. Christine was breathless.
"Y... yes, sir. I thank you very much for your hospitality." Erik sighed and gave a small, sad smile. He knew Christine could not stay for long; time could only remain frozen in the future for so long. Already he knew he would miss her.
"Come, sit." He slid over on the bench. Christine cautiously sat. "How is your singing voice?" The man inquired. Christine was surprised. She was known for her dancing, not her singing.
"Fair," she replied, already knowing what was to come next.
"I would like you to sing for me..."
A/N: Sorry to cut you off right there! I'm being kicked off the computer... expect more soon:)