Disclaimer- Again I own zilch.All lyrics are from the musical/movie. Just having fun writing for the first time in a long time...well something that isn't required for a class.
A/N- To Countess Alana I will try to update as much as possible but between work and life...and maybe some sleep too.
RozzandMaya Thanks for the compliment. Descriptions I can do...dialogue I find difficult!
And although this has nothing to do with the following work of fiction...I have to share a funny moment. My music students are working on a medley from POTO for their next concert. Funny that a bag of papers falls out of chair when a wrong note gets played. Back row jumped up quick. Hmmmm. fun to make them wonder. Anyway I digress... so here goes.
Chapter Two-
"Angel, I hope this reaches you.. Forgive me," Here he squinted as the ink had a smudge. How droll…what an actress she remained, another false tear for poor me, he thought. And quickly continued to read
. "They plan to trap you at the performance." Does she think I am so ignorant? I know what is planned in my opera house!
Please do not come near" Oh yes I am very well aware of what my face does to you. You lying, sneakyDelilah but the Phantom of the Opera shall not hide behind a woman's nay, a child's skirts! This is my opera, my moment!
But the angry resolve turned questioning upon reading her last line..." Please, I beg you, stay away and safe. My Angel, my soul, my love...C"
Erik you fool, don't be swayed. he thought. Remember Eve was the downfall of Adam. Yes but...another voice argued... what a downfall it could be! Let her see what is contained in you and see if she falters. She if she believes this is where her soul, her love lies... And with that last thought Erik descended to the stage, prepared to seal whatever fate awaited.
Raoul smirked in distaste as the chorus began its opening number.
Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat!
"Good God how crude can the monster be?" he questioned under his breath. "What kind of show have I allowed Christine to be in?" That answer was more clearly defined as the chorus continued...
Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets! You will have to pay the bill-tangled in the winding sheets!
Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, when tables plans and maids are laid Raoul flinched visibly at the line
Don Juan triumphs once again!
He began chattering to himself..."We will have to leave Paris after this. How can I say my wife had sung in this, this filth. Phillipe is already wanting to throttle me...this would certainly be reason enough. I know, I know she just will not sing. The plan can go to hell..." and with that he jumped up from his seat in Box Five and ran out sliding into an elderly boxkeeper. "Sorry, sorry. Emergency" and left the woman to find her own way off of the floor.
Raoul's legs could not move fast enough, and trying to get to stage level through all of his strategically placed marksmen was damn near impossible. He was down to the stage corridor entrance when he heard her voice.
No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!
Frantically he ran to the door, grabbed the handle, and found it locked. His hands ran through his hair as he tried in vain to think of another entrance on the same side. Behind the red drapes in the back of the stage, another pair of hands grabbed the edges of a cloak and lifted its edges to eye level. Stepping over the garroted body of Ubaldo Piangi, the Phantom took a deep breath and prepared to make his stage debut.