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Chapter 2 "Music of the Night"

That night sleep was a luxury I did not get a lot of. I kept waking up from horrendous dreams. Dreams of him. Oh how I wished you were with me, but you were probably sound asleep in the next room, So I did the next best thing I turned on the gas light next to me, thinking to my self, 'Alright I am safe now for Erik only lurks in darkness.' These thoughts did not make me feel any better because I was wiser then I was even 2 months ago, Erik was not a Phantom he was simply a man and if he really wanted to keep me from my sleep, the light would not slow him down.

By this time I did not want to go back to sleep, I was no longer tired and the clock on the wall read 3:00, I knew that you would be up in an hour or 2. I sat trying to occupy my self and keep my thoughts away from the Opera Ghost. I wanted to sing but the songs that would come out of my mouth were ones I sang with Erik. I tried to force our love song out but I was not succeeding. Finally I managed Think of Me, so I sat propped up against the pillows, softly humming the tune and singing along in my head. And pretty soon I was quietly singing to my self.

"Think of me,
Think of me waking, silent and resigned.
Imagine me
trying too hard to put you from my mind.
Recall those days, look back on all those times,
Think of the things we'll never do.
There will never be a day when I won't think of you!"

"Christine…Christine." You sang from the other room. I jumped in my bed; I had expected that I was the only one who could her the tune from Hannibal.

"Raoul?" I whispered

"Yes Darling it is I." You said

"Oh Raoul you scared me. Did I wake you?"

"No I couldn't go to sleep. Are you alright?"

"Yes I just had a bad dream but I'm alright now." I was not about to let on that just a few moments ago I was about to have a panic attack.

"Oh, good." you said with not much enthusiasm

"Raoul?"

"Yes Christine."

"Thank You."

"For what Love."

"Oh Raoul my Darling for everything."

"Your welcome my sweet." I had to smile; I could not believe that you loved me. The fact that I loved you with all my heart and you with yours made me feel so lucky. I loved how you anticipated our wedding as much as I did.

"Raoul?" I called out after a moment silence

"Yes?"

"Tell me about your estate."

"Well... you travel down a dirt road for a ways then go under a steel archway which leads to the front yard of the house. There is a large marble fountain about 12 yards away from the front door." I could clearly picture everything about your home even though I had only heard a few details. "Once you walk in the smell of cinnamon immediately hits you. But my favorite part of the property is the stable behind the house. As you walk down the rows of stalls, you hear neighing and hooves pounding against the cobblestone. Oh Christine I know you will love it there."

"I know I will." I said very sure of my response

We had not talked for a while we were just enjoying each other's presence, when I heard a voice soft singing. I could barely even hear the tune, but I knew who it was and what it was saying:

"Softly, Deftly,
Music shall caress you.
Hear it, Feel it,
Secretly posses you.
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the music of the night."

I wanted to scream, I wanted you right there by my side, I wanted to run until my legs fell off, but I could not. My body suddenly felt paralyzed. I ordered my self to move what seemed like a million times but nothing happened I still sat in the bed with a frightened expression.

"Rao--" I tried to make my mouth form your name but all I got was a simple "Rao--" so I tried again and I succeeded. "Raoul? Raoul? Do you hear that?" I whispered.

"Let the dream begin,
Let your darker side give in"

"Love I don't hear anything."

"Raoul he's here I know he is." I said with a trembling voice. I heard movement in your room and then your door opened then mine, and there you were in your nightclothes standing at the entrance of the room

"You alone can make my song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night"

"Do you hear it?" I asked

"No Love I don't." I felt tears trickle down my cheeks; you rushed over to comfort me.

"Oh God Raoul he is driving me towards insanity."

"No Christine. That's not true, you are just tired. You have had a long day." You held me against you as I cried silent tears on to your nightshirt. "Shhh.." you said as you glided your hand through my hair. "Would you like me to stay with you till dawn?"

"But what if someone comes in, they would certainly get the wrong idea." I said as I wiped tears from my eyes

"No one will start waking for another 2 hours." I smiled and you leaned back against the pillows and I laid my head on your chest. After a few moments I asked:

"Raoul, does your father appose of our marriage?" Truthfully I already knew the answer to this question I just hoped you would go into greater detail. After a short pause you sighed and said:

"A little, why do you ask?" I ignored your question and shot back

"Is it because I am not of high importance?"

"Christine why this sudden curiosity about what my father thinks? All that matters is that I Love You and You Love me right?"

"Yes."

"Then what everyone else thinks does not matter."

"I Just don't want you and your father mad at each other."

"Don't worry about that, darling. Alright?" I nodded even though I knew that, that subject would be consuming most of my thoughts. Before I had the chance to have another thought, I drifted off to sleep, again.