Title:Leave Me to Love
Author i Megaphone (Formerly known as Fickle Girl)
Rating T, for adult themes, language, and violence.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from The Phantom of the Opera. I do not own the lyrics from Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera Musical. I do not own anything but the plot and certain characters.
Summary: Raoul and Christine have been happily married for sixteen years. The love they share has produced their only child, a daughter. When she goes to live at the newly rebuilt Opera Populaire, will history repeat itself?
Chapter One:
The church bells rang loudly, celebrating the union of the happy couple within its walls. The snow outside swirled around the building, splattering against the dark brick walls. The scene could be described as a winter wonderland to anyone who happened to gaze upon it.
The doors of the church flew open, finally revealing the newlyweds. Raoul de Chagny picked up his young bride, and twirled her around. The crowd that had gathered around them cheered with excitement, throwing rice and singing. It was such a happy occasion. Raoul placed a soft kiss on his bride's lips as he slowly put her down, and wrapped his arm about her waist. They made their way toward the carriage, and waved goodbye to their guests.
Helping her into the carriage, Raoul gave one last wave to their friends and entered himself. The atmosphere was full of anxiousness, as the couple embraced passionately.
Raoul pulled a few stray curls away from his young brides face, and caressed her cheek.
"Oh, Christine, I love you so," he sighed, pulling her near him.
Christine smiled, making herself comfortable. This had been the happiest day of her life. True, she had had some doubts, but now she knew that she had made the right choice. But, there was still one thought nagging her on. Deciding that it was finally time to share her secret, she grabbed her husbands arm, and smiled.
"Raoul, there's something you must know…oh, I'm so nervous…" Christine bit her lip, trying to figure out a way to tell him.
Raoul stared at her expectantly. "Darling, what is it?" he asked, afraid that something was wrong.
"Raoul, you're going to be a father."
Somewhere, lurking near the church, a figure cloaked completely in black seethed.
"You will never be rid of me," the man whispered bitterly, walking away.