Credits: To Andrew Lloyd Webber to make the stage production and the music so good.
To Gaston Leroux for coming up with the characters and the plot.
To Joel Schumacher, the director of the movie that just came out for making it so amazing.
Disclaimer: Obviously after that list, I own nothing but the plotline of this fanfiction.
A/N: I am writing this because the ending to the Phantom of the Opera really ticked me off so I am writing, in a sense, an alter ending to it. It may be closer to the movie than the show, since I have never seen the show. This story will continue to the place where the Christine has to make the decision between Raoul and the Phantom (she will later learn his real name, so for the time being he's referred as this).
Prologue
Down the labyrinth, she went with her Angel of Music. The path was a bit familiar by then to her, since she had used it several times before when he bid her to come. His hands were around her, guiding her along. He was taking her to his lair.
They had just vanished in the middle of the Don Juan Triumphant. As they jumped into the fire pit, they could hear, the screams that the crowd let out. There was also a noise of panic and chaos. But as they kept falling, the noise slowly ceased. Christine Daae silently exhaled a great amount of air in relief. The Phantom was too busy hurrying away from the possible trackers to notice this. He put his arms around her waist and guided her, while keeping her close to his body. She felt his quick breaths on her cheek. She was not sure of how long they have been running, but it didn't matter, because she felt somehow strangely secure in his arms. He was warm and she moved closer to him as they hurried along. His arms were strong and were in a way, her support, because without them, she would have probably collapsed. Feelings of mixed emotions were inside her. She knew that she shouldn't be feeling this way because of Raoul and what he said about how the Phantom was using her by captivating her through his music. She saw some truth in it when she was with Raoul on the roof of the Paris Opera House, but now she couldn't really make sense of it. Not when she was in her Angel's arms. 'Anyone with such a gentle grip on her like that, could not just be using her for his pleasure.' She thought to herself as they were running to the boat that was used to get to his lair.
They reached the boat; she heard somewhere a great distance behind them some footsteps. She hoped that the footsteps were of her imagination so that she would have some time to get away with her Angel. She had always secretly enjoyed his company and he didn't deserve to be hunted down like a dog. She wanted him to be free, free of all the hatred that had been showed toward him by people; free of all the rumors about him that circulated the theatre, free of all the prejudgments, and free of his face infection so that he wouldn't have to hide from the world in the Opera house behind a mask. Because of all these factors, his only escape from reality was music. Could you blame him for it? No. He was just a poor miserable soul who helped her develop herself and taught her how to make her voice take wings and fly.
She turned her head to look behind. She observed the Phantom standing stiffly and uncomfortably, controlling the direction of the boat with the paddle- stick. He was rhythmically breathing and taking in large quantities of air. His eyes, from what she saw, were focused straight ahead. His face, the part that the mask did not cover, revealed that he was deep in thought.
The boat eventually jerked and noises of metal on rock were heard. He jumped out and took her hand gently but firmly to help her out as well. Once ashore, the Phantom still held her hand. He dragged Christine to the mannequin that looked like her. Christine was so caught up in it that she didn't resist which made the Phantom yank her more freely. He took this non-resistance, as a sign of fear of him. He forced the veil on her head, with his manly hands. She was so stupefied that she didn't realize what was going on.
Christine saw this as an opportunity to question of him of why he is doing all of this. The Phantom answered her simple questions by telling her the truth of his life. From the bottom of her heart, she felt nothing but pity and love towards the man.
Suddenly, splashes and clashes were heard from the portcullis. Raoul's head was above the water looking into the lair. The Phantom was delighted. He pulled the lever to raise the door, to let in the guest. Raoul was very cautious on entering. Suddenly the Phantom, acted quickly in tying him up to the iron bars and putting the noose around Raoul's head. The Phantom slowly backed up with the rope to cause tension. He turned to Christine as Raoul started to plea that his life be spared. The Phantom turned to Christine fully, but with a tight hold on the rope.
"Time to make your choice…either start a new life with me – buy his freedom with your love, or refuse me, and send your lover to his death! This is the choice! This is the point of no return!" annunciating this clearly to Christine. She was totally dumbstruck and just stood there not knowing what to do.
The Phantom impatiently repeated, "You try my patience – make your choice!!!!" as he tugged on Raoul's neck with the rope.
A/N: How do you like it so far? Please Read &Review.
I also want to say that there are some quotes from the actual play/movie. But as it becomes different, the quotes will cease.