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 Two:
The sun rose slowly on a hot summer's day. All was quiet and calm outside the large cream estate, but within its walls was an atmosphere of complete insanity. Maids ran in and out of rooms, carrying towels, bowls of hot water, and scissors. A group of well dressed people sat in a large sitting room, waiting for an outcome to the present situation. A young man stood outside two large doors, pacing back and forth, nervous and excited about what was happening inside.
Screams could be heard from within the room, followed by sounds of others trying to calm the victim down. The maids ran into the room with their supplies, shutting the door behind them. Another scream came from the room, and the sound of a bowl being dropped and shattered was heard. The young man stopped pacing, and sunk into a chair near him. Putting his hands to his head, he tried to remain calm. Tapping his foot against the cherry wood of the floor, he began to hum a soft tune that echoed the memories of so long ago. He was shaken out of his reverie the moment the doors finally opened again. Rushing toward the man dressed in white, he waited for an answer.
The man pursed his lips, and took him by the shoulders. "Raoul, you really must try to stay calm. The Comtesse currently needs a sense of security, and your pacing will not help her, or the floor," he added with a sly smile.
Raoul smiled sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. "Monsieur Jacobbe, what you ask of me is quite hard to achieve. It isn't everyday that one becomes a father."
"My dear boy, you are right! But, for the sake of your wife and child, you must try." He stepped away from Raoul, and began to walk back into the room.
Feeling that his chance had come, Raoul decided to take the risk. "Monsieur Jacobbe, wait a moment." The doctor stopped, and turned. Raoul bit his lip, contemplating the words that were about to erupt from his lips. "Monsieur, would it be possible to see Christine?"
Jacobbe put a finger to his lips, and closed his eyes. Raoul felt that these mannerisms made him even more nervous than before. He began to perspire as the doctor moved toward him.
"Comte, I would not do this for just anyone, but for you, I shall allow it. Yes, you may go to your wife. But please, do not be alarmed by her behavior, it is completely normal for a woman in her position," he finished, smiling at the young man before him.
Raoul felt as if he had just won a pile of gold. He began to walk to the tall cream doors, awaiting the scene that would meet his sight in a mere matter of moments. He pushed the door open, and jumped as a cry rang out through the room. He quickly realized that the scream had not come from Christine…
A plump woman rushed toward him, smiling from ear to ear. "Comte de Chagny, oh, you are truly blessed," she sang, taking his hand into hers and shaking it.
He thanked her quickly, and moved toward the cries. His breath caught into his throat as he stared at the sight before him. Tears formed from the surge of happiness that had exploded inside him.
Christine, his Christine, sat before him on the large bed, rocking a small bundle in her arms. She beckoned for him to come, and he did just that. "Oh Raoul," she whispered, laughing as the bundle moved slowly against her.
"Raoul, do you wish to hold your daughter," she asked, looking up at him with those eyes of hers. He had never seen her eyes full of such happiness. He sat on the bed, and held out his arms as she carefully placed the small babe into his eagerly awaiting embrace. He stood, walking to the large windows across the room, and looked into the eyes that mirrored his own. The infant was perfect. Of course, he thought, as he rocked her gently, anything that Christine did was perfect. But, this bundle of joy was theirs. Their love had created this perfection, and he vowed to never let it be tainted. He made a silent vow then, to never let any harm come to this child, his daughter.
"My sweet child, I promise you, from this moment on, you shall never know pain. I will do whatever I must to ensure your safety in this world," he whispered, kissing her forehead softly. He moved back to Christine, and placed their daughter in her arms.
The babe cooed softly, as Christine sang a sweet lullaby. The infant fell into a deep slumber, listening to her words. Christine turned her attention to Raoul, and stroked his cheek lovingly.
"My love, how can I ever truly thank you for this gift you have given me," she asked, leaning against him.
He wrapped his arms around her, embracing the two women that mattered most to him. "Darling, this miracle was a creation of our love. This tiny babe shall always remind us of what we have. There are no need for thanks, I assure you. This sweet gift has been blessed by our love, that is all that should matter," he sighed.
"Raoul, I have a name for her."
"Love, any name you choose will be perfect," he assured her, waiting for the revelation.
She smiled then, and took his hands into hers.
"We shall call her Amalia."
The happy family did not notice the figure in black staring at them through the window. Nor did they hear the promise of revenge he whispered through his lips. As he walked away, crushed rose petals danced with the wind.
A/N:
I'd just like to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter. It means a lot to me.