A Phantom's love:
Disclaimer: I really don't think, that anyone would believe me if I said that I owned the magnificent Phantom of the opera. But just to calm everyone, I don't own a single thing.
Summary: Christine has just arrived to her room, after singing "Think of me"
Christine was calmly coaming her hair, as she sat by her dressing table.
She looked at her reflexion in the mirror. ´I made it! I really made it! Now the angel has to be proud of me…´ – She thought to herself, when the door was gently opened.
"Christine, is it really you, or is my mind playing cruel tricks on me?" – Raoul asked soft.
"Raoul!" Christine said, as she fell into his arms.
"Oh, my little Lotte, I've missed you so much!"
Christine held herself tightly against Raouls chest, never wanting to let go at that moment.
When the hug ended, Raoul looked a little startled, she thought. ´Did I hug him too hard? Shouldn't I have attacked him, in the way I did?´ The frustrating thoughts continued through the young woman's head.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that. It's just that..."
"Don't apologise Christine, im just happy to see you again. My little Lotte… I've really missed you." – Did Raoul say, with a sincerity that blew Christine away.
"I-im happy to see you too." Said Christine, with a shaky voice.
For a moment they shared eye contact, then Christine looked down.
"May I accompany you to the party Lotte?" Raoul asked.
"Yes, I guess you may… Let me just finish." Giggled Christine, like a little schoolgirl.
Raoul closed the door behind him, as he exited the room. Christine sat herself down at the dressing table once again, thinking about what just took place, as an angry voice surrounded her.
"You betrayed me! Deceived me! With that BOY! He's taking your glory, or are you too blinded by superficial love, to even realise?" The voice echoed thunderous in the room.
"My angel! Forgive me? A moment of weakness! I wasn't…"
"Don't!" – The Phantom interrupted impatiently. "Don't take me for a fool! I saw the way you just acted around him! So don't dare ask me to forgive you! I think it's about time you meet your angel of music Christine, its time…" The long mirror next to the dressing table, opened slowly, and revealed a dark corridor.
Christine hesitated a moment, before putting her left foot inside the mirror.
She could feel the cold stones against her fingertips, as she felt her way through the gloomy corridor.
Confusing thoughts of her angel of music, ran through her mind, 'Where was he? Was he angry at her?´
As the petite opera singer fumbled her way forward, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks!
"At last we meet my angel." A glove covered hand, pressed lightly against Christine's white chin.
She could feel herself melt under his touch, as if she was chocolate, and her angel was the sun.
Christine's knees started to shiver, and give under.
"Why so tense Christine?" He asked, with certain mockery in his deep and seductive voice.
Christine suddenly felt dizzy, and fainted into her angels arms. He picked her up, as if she was weightless, and carried her to his home.
When he reached the swan bed, he gently laid her down on top of the lair of soft pillows.
He looked at her, with such admiration in his eyes. Never had he thought this very day would come.
The day where he would be able to take his angel to his home, HIS home!
The phantom sat down on the bed next to her, and just watched her. 'How could I yell at her like that? Look at her. Of course the Vicomte wants her, who wouldn't?'
That exact thought was very upsetting to the Opera Ghost.
The thought of sharing his beautiful angel with anyone, broke his heart.'I can't keep living like this! Living in this… illusion! She will never feel for me, like I feel for her! Why am I torturing myself with thoughts of hope, when I know, it's a luxury, I can never afford… This face, why? It will be my death.´
Thought the Phantom in silence.
Author's note: This is my very first fanfic, so please be nice :)
And by the way, I really need a beta :)