1. It's Back Again, The Music Of The Night!
A doctor was summoned to the de Chagny manor late one winter evening. Christine had collapsed on the way to Raoul's study. He had carried her up to the bedroom and instructed his maids to make her as comfortable as possible. Christine was in a lot of serious pain. The doctor arrived and one of the maids led him up to the master bedroom.
"Monsieur DuChamp, I'm glad you could make it," Raoul said, hastily shaking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. Christine was lying in a cold sweat in the sheets, clutching her stomach.
"Help me Raoul. Don't leave me," she said, reaching for his hand. Raoul took it and kissed it. He smiled at her.
"I am not going anywhere Little Lotte," he said to her.
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"Monsieur de Chagny, may I have a word?" Monsieur DuChamp asked Raoul. Raoul took his eyes away from Christine and followed the doctor.
"I am afraid your wife has had a miscarriage. I am so very sorry monsieur," he said to Raoul and patted his shoulder. Raoul couldn't take in this information. He started to weep.
"Raoul?" he heard Christine say. He turned back to the doctor and nodded as no words seemed to be able to come out. He headed back into the bedroom to Christine.
"I am so sorry Raoul," she said. But Raoul took her hand.
"Nonsense, Little Lotte. It is not your fault," he said. But Christine began to weep. Raoul pulled her to him and started to stroke her hair. They sat there for a while before Raoul realised that Christine had fallen asleep against him. He couldn't believe that their child was dead. He got undressed and got in beside Christine. Then he cried himself to sleep.
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Down in the labyrinth underground, Erik was walking around all of his passages, not knowing exactly what to do or where he was going. He had a lot on his mind at that particular moment. He was really happy that he was engaged to a fine young woman but, more often that not, he could hear Christine's voice in his head. He remembered back to the day when Christine took to the stage as Elisa in Hannibal. She had the voice of an Angel. But now, even though he was thinking about her, he hated her. She had left him to go with the young Vicomte. He hated that boy!
"I wish I had killed him when I had the chance," he said to himself. But suddenly he was shook out of his thoughts.
"Erik, where are you?" Meg's voice said through the deserted cavern. He smiled to himself when he realised that he would soon be married to the beautiful woman who was calling him.
"Coming, my love," he shouted back. He started to walk back to Meg. She was waiting in the kitchen for him. She didn't hear him enter the kitchen. She got the fright of her life when he came up behind her and began to kiss her neck. She turned round and playfully slapped him on the arm.
"You scared me, Erik," she said. He smiled at her, and leaned down to kiss her on the lips.
"I'm sorry my love," he said when suddenly the smell of what Meg was cooking came to his nose.
"That smells good," he said. "I am going to wash up before dinner." Meg nodded and watched him walk away. She was glad to be marrying him now.
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Erik and Meg had both finished their dinner. Erik was in a quiet room in his lair where he liked to sit and read. He was reclined on the velvet and silk floor cushions in front of the fireplace wearing nothing but his pants. He had just laid his book down and was now lying with his eyes closed, looking extremely peaceful. Meg pushed the curtain in the doorway open to see his peaceful form lying there. She walked in closing the curtain behind her. His skin glowed in the dancing firelight. The white of his mask shone. She knelt beside him and pushed his hair out of his eyes. Erik opened his eyes and smiled at his bride-to-be.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you my love," Meg said. But Erik shook his head.
"You didn't disturb me," he said. He sat up and made her lie between his legs with her head against his chest. He sat back slightly and he began to massage her shoulders gently with his large hands.
"Are you alright Erik?" Meg asked. He nodded and leaned down to kiss her soft, sweet tasting lips. He moved out from underneath Meg and lay next to her, pulling her into his embrace. He pulled his cloak up over them and they fell asleep on the floor in front of the dancing fireplace.
I hope you enjoyed! Just so you know, the title for this fic came from a song from Michael Ball's new album. It's called Music! You know what to do! Review! I know it might be a bit short but I promise that my next chapter will be longer! I will update soon peoples! Love you all x x x