Well... Here it is... Same day, different chapter. Hope you like it as much as the first!
P.S. I just found out that I tried to change Il Muto into Don Juan in the last one... it didn't work too well... so... If there was any confusion I'm sorry!
Christine looked down at the rose before her. There was the similarities and yet there was the differences as well. Her heart felt as if it skipped a beat and wondered if she should follow that man. She went on her way to the back of the Opera House to see if he was there. All of her thoughts scrambled into one category: the Phantom.
Turning the corner, she saw the gate open to the cellar. "It must've been him," she muttered to herself. Christine kneeled down before it, looking in.
"I must be losing my mind! Erik is long gone. It can't be..." Christine started to say to herself until a simple voice echoed behind her.
"Can it? Or is your mind wandering again, my Angel of Music?"
Christine froze. That voice stung clearly into her heart that it felt as if she were to break down immediately. Closing her eyes, she felt the voice carress her gently to the point she turned around and saw her very own Angel of Music. He smirked at her with eyes that could only be known as his own.
"No. It's just that my imagination is running away with me again," she said.
"I'm hoping you still remember me and..." he paused and looked into her dreaded eyes, "what I have done."
She trembled a bit. "I'm sorry. I cannot forgive you," she spoke softly. Christine turned away from him as she had done in the past. All this time, he was right here and she waited a year to return.
"Please, I cannot do you any harm as for I'm dying." Erik said, growing with serious intensity, "I wished to tell you sooner, but... I need to write one more song... and you're free to go."
Christine looked back at him. She could see he was completely honest with the saddest eyes she had ever saw. "I'm sorry, but when I left you, I meant to leave you for good. But you were always in my thoughts... my dreams... You don't get it. I'm still ...afraid of you."
Erik's heart dropped. He didn't know what to say besides a simple, "Oh," and he slowly walked passed her. "I figured, after the time changing, you would see that I'm still here. I guess I could be still waiting for that moment to come," a tear rolled down his cheek. Christine wanted to leave and not get into the situation again, but... isn't that why she came?
"Please, don't get hurt again. You're making situations worse for yourself. I'll sing the last song for you, but that's all I'm giving. No more, please."
Erik slowly turned to face her once more, his face turning even more pale than usual. "Thank you."
Meanwhile at the house, Raoul sat in the small living room with the baby in his arms. He wondered what Christine was doing at the very moment and why she left in the first place. Was it something he said? As the sun set on the fateful night slowly, but surely, did it set.
Raoul put the baby back into its crib and went into his room. It was after 8:00 and Christine still wasn't home yet. He yet wondered once more. Quickly, he took out a quill and parchment and began to write.
Christine,
Raoul stopped. Just thinking of what could of happened to her during the dreaded night of her disappearance.
I tried to wait, I really did. Its just that, I couldn't find you even if I tried.
He stopped again. He took the parchment and ripped it up. Raoul didn't know if she would be back or not. All he could do was wait.
"Here, this is it. This is what I want to be sung," Erik handed her three piece of parchment with music written, "All I want you to do is sing it once and you're free to go."
Christine looked at it awhile and practiced it by humming a few chordes and began:
Night time fades
Daylight shines before my eyes
it becomes tomorrow
which I have no memory of yesterday
Sometimes when I feel like
the world is coming to an end
I sit and think about you...
When I think about you
My memory disappears through you
And everything goes dark until
all the painted wings fall from the sky
and my heart begins to cry and I...
I think of that memory
Eyes cold as ice
Begins to cry heated tears
But one gentle kiss
can change one life...
Christine couldn't go on. Tears began to form as she read the last word, "around" She knew right then she could never go on like this. With her Angel of Music dying and this song was written specifically about that night, she didn't know what else to do. Christine didn't want to go home. His kindness before her reaching her soul like that made her stay.
Erik got up from his organ and put his arm on her shoulder. "It'll be alright... for once, Christine. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
Christine couldn't move. She closed her eyes visioning all the horrible things that he had done to others, yet what the wonderful things hehad done to her alone. She shook her head..."I'll be fine... Let's keep going..."
Erik went back to his organ and began playing.
It burns through my heart
Like one single candlelight
seems to flicker
and it burns out.
Just like yesterday.
I have no memory of yesterday
Memories of Yesterday
Night time fades
daylight shines before my eyes
It becomes tomorrow.
Erik looked up at her and gestured her to leave. Christine shook her head again.
"I want to be here until your time comes. I want to make your last days of your life dreams come true."
Erik's frown turned into a smirk. "Really? I never thought someone could be as great enough as you were to me. Now I know, you're the only Angel I can see far away from fantasy."
"Erik... That was ...beautiful."
Christine's tears dried up in the candle. For the rest of the night, they loved each other just as much as they did when their eyes first gazed upon one another.
Okay... there's chapter 2! Just to let you readers know is that the song that is performed by Christine is actually written by me and Gravity Priestess (my band) I thought it would be appropriate for this fanfic. So hoped you like it and I'll see y'all in Chapter 3!