Whispers in the Night
Chapter 5
Christine woke up the following morning, feeling very groggy and her head spinning. No doubt why. She thought, she knew she was no longer safe.
She turned her head to face her Raoul – but no one was there. Instead a note had been left on the pillow. She shot up in bed, praying it did not have the Phantom's seal of death on the front. She sighed – Raoul's handwriting.
My dearest Christine,
I did not wish to wake you, you looked so peaceful. I have some business to attend to, and I shall not be back until later this evening.
All my love,
Your Raoul.
A quickly scribbled note – but at least he left one. But what was she to do for the whole day?
Men.
You are a fool Raoul. You did one piece of nasty work for the wretched ghost – why be blackmailed into another?
Raoul's thoughts were spinning, collapsing in front of one another as he made his way into the graveyard. Earlier that morning he had been awoken by an open window – and as he had tried to close it, he was seized by the throat by the familiar strong hands, and given a letter silently.
The face came close to his and grinned before releasing him and fleeing. The note read:
Vicomte,
I trust you enjoyed Faust last night; I have to admit it was quite… breath-taking. Nevertheless you still have duties to attend to. Meet me in the graveyard at 9 am to be precise. Tell Christine you will not be back until the evening.
I can not wait to hear of Carlotta's retirement.
Your humble servant,
O.G
This man truly had the ability to rule other people's lives. It was sickening to Raoul, and yet he still obeyed, and was now approaching the graveyard.
"Well, Phantom! Show yourself, I am here! Show yourself!" Raoul bellowed to the graves.
He moved forward a bit more, and faced Daddy Daae's grave. He had always been fond of the grave, and as he moved forward for a closer inspection, he saw another letter:
MY humble servant,
Did you not think to leave a maid for Christine? No? Thought not. Have fun with my friends anyway.
Best Regards,
O.G
Raoul spun around. He tricked me! He tricked me! I should have known. I must get to Christine.
Rushing towards the gates, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He heard footsteps. At first, one pair, then two, soon enough he had been surrounded by cloaked men carrying weapons.
One stepped forward and held out his hands, to show he meant no harm. No harm? No harm? I doubt that Sir.
"Vicomte, we shall not harm you as long as you remain still." The voice told him.
Raoul said nothing.
"Good. We are now going to give you an injection, and you will not wake up until late evening. Is that understood Monsieur?" The voice asked.
Raoul gasped, and attempted running through the gates, but two already guarded it. He spun around looking for another way out that was unguarded. A horrible sense of urgency stabbed at him and his legs began to falter. Men began to grab at his arms and legs to restrain him, and soon enough the muscles in his body began to burn.
He began to scream for help, his eyes darting from face to face.
He felt a sharp pin-point pierce his neck, and a burning sensation that ran down his entire body. His eyes fluttered and soon closed, his last words ringing through his head;
"I'll kill you Erik."