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Love Me, That's All I Ask of You!
The next day was a busy one for the Doctor and Rose but also for the people of the Opera Populaire too. They were getting ready for the Opera. The Doctor and Rose were getting ready to go in. The Doctor had a black cravat, suit jacket and trousers with a white shirt and a navy blue waistcoat. He also had black gloves, opera glasses and a top hat too.
"Rose, come on. We are going to be late," he said, looking at his pocket watch. Rose came out of the TARDIS bathroom; this time in a pinkish gown, a pair of matching gloves, a small purse, her hair was pulled up into a bun this time, with a small silver tiara.
"Doctor, I don't want to annoy you, but can you tie the back of this dress please?" she asked with a smile. The Doctor smiled back and he put down his hat and opera glasses and began to pull at the ties of the dress. Rose sighed as his hands worked the ties on her lower back. She inhaled and held it there until he stopped tying them. She exhaled and turned to smile at him. He picked up his hat and placed it upon his head. Then he picked up his opera glasses and pocketed them, along with the sonic screwdriver. Rose smiled.
"Well then, m'lady. Since we are finally ready, shall we go?" he asked, holding out his hand to her. She smiled and nodded.
"Let us go then monsieur," she said and she took his hand. They walked out of the TARDIS and the Doctor locked the door. He pocketed the key and took Rose's hand again. They walked towards the Opera house. Rose pulled out the tickets which were in her purse. She handed them to the Doctor and he gave them to the man in the ticket booth. They made their way to Box 5.
"Ahh, Doctor …" a voice shouted out. He turned and saw that the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny was making his way over to them. The Doctor smiled and he shook hands with the Vicomte.
"Glad you could make the Opera," he said. "And what a beautiful mistress you have." He took Rose's gloved hand and kissed it. Rose blushed slightly. She hadn't been shown this much attention before in her life.
"I hope you like the Opera tonight. I heard it's meant to be wonderful," he said. "Enjoy your evening."
"And you do the same," the Doctor said as they turned away from the Vicomte and headed for Box 5. They climbed the stairs and sat down in the comfortable seats of the Phantom's box. The Doctor picked up the programme and began to scan through.
"Christine is the silent role which is Serafimo, the pageboy," he told Rose, leaning close to her ear to talk to her. She smiled. She had to say something.
"Doctor, I …" she began. The Doctor looked at her. "It's alright, it can wait," she said, not wanting to embarrass herself. The Doctor nodded. Suddenly the lights went down and the curtain opened. They sat back and watched. Rose rested her hands on her knees. Suddenly she gasped when she felt the Doctor's hand slide onto her knee. She kept her eyes on the stage. Suddenly she saw Christine, dressed as a pageboy. Christine looked up towards Box 5 and smiled. Rose smiled back. She curled her fingers around the Doctor's hand. Suddenly, the Doctor started to look around wearily. He could sense something.
"What's wrong Doctor?" she asked. He looked at her and whispered.
"He's here … in the auditorium somewhere," he said. Rose started to look about her then focused her eyes back on the stage. Suddenly there were gasps all about the auditorium as a voice boomed out over the opera:
"DID I NOT INSTRUCT THAT BOX 5 WAS TO BE KEPT EMPTY?" the Phantom's voice shouted over the music, which had suddenly stopped and there was a frightened murmur in crowd. Some people were looking up at the Doctor and Rose as they were sitting in the haunted box. The Doctor looked up and saw a black figure high up in the auditorium. The Phantom. Suddenly he looked back at the stage when the leading lady, Carlotta, shouted at Christine.
"Your part is silent, you little toad," she yelled. Rose felt sorry for Christine for being treated the way she was. Suddenly, the murmur in the crowd died down and all attention was focused back on the stage. Carlotta had started to sing again.
"Serafimo, away with this pretence,
You cannot speak but kiss me in my … CROAK!"
The crowd gasped. Carlotta was terrified. What had happened to her voice? The Doctor and Rose were taken aback by this. They looked down at the audience as some of them had begun to laugh. The Doctor and Rose knew something was wrong and that the Phantom was behind it.
"Doctor, what's going on?" Rose asked. The Doctor looked at her worried face. He put his arm around her shoulders.
"I'm sure there is an explanation for this," he said. Rose heard the sort of panic in his voice. Rose turned her head back to the stage. Messieurs Andre and Firmin were on the stage. They looked terrified.
"Ladies and gentlemen … we apologize. The performance will continue in ten minutes time when the role of the Countess will be played by Miss Daae," Firmin said, dragging Christine out from behind the curtain. She scanned the crowd and looked up at Box 5 again to see the Doctor and Rose smiling warmly at her. She let out a small sigh of relief, knowing now that she had friends to help her out with problems. Firmin suddenly pushed Christine back through the curtain, no doubt telling her to get ready.
"Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's Opera," André said, looking down at the conductor. "The ballet NOW, please!" The conductor started flicking through his music until he came to the right page. The managers thanked the audience and headed back to their box. The curtain opened again and it was a mess. Ballet dancers struggling to get ready, scenery desperately trying to get put into place, stagehands helping get things into place. A couple of the ballet dancers had started to dance. Soon everything was in place and all the ballet dancers were dancing. The crowd were sniggering at the riot on stage. The ballet was graceful and elegant. But the Doctor could sense something was wrong. He had a reputation for that. But he decided to grin and bear it. The music was getting faster and faster. Suddenly, there were screams as a man fell from the rafters, hanging by his neck. The Doctor stood up and looked down on the crowd. Rose suddenly screamed too. The Doctor pulled her close to his body as she began to cry at the sight in front of her. She felt nauseated. Suddenly, the rope came loose from the rafters and the man fell to the stage in a heap. Rose was crying slightly as this had scared her. It had a bit of an effect on her.
"Doctor, take me back to the TARDIS," she begged. He nodded and took her hand. He led her from the box, through the foyer and back to the TARDIS. He unlocked the door and they entered. He locked it behind him. Suddenly he heard Rose sobbing harder than she was before.
"Rose, what's the matter?" he asked. She shook her head.
"No one deserves to be hung," Rose said, wiping her eyes with one of the gloves she had taken off her hand. "Not even him. He didn't deserve that! What the hell has he ever one to the Phantom?" The Doctor brought her head against his chest and stroked her hair soothingly. She listened to the sound of his beating hearts.
"Doctor, there is something I have to tell you," she said. The Doctor lifted her head from his chest.
"Yes Rose?" he asked. She let go of him and went to sit down. The Doctor walking round to the control panel and stood in front of her.
"I have to tell you … you mean everything to me and I want to thank you for making me part of your life. But lately, I have been experiencing new feelings … strange feelings which I haven't had in a while," she said. She stood up again and stood directly in front of him.
"And what is it you feel Rose?" he asked, wanting to know. She looked up at him and smiled warmly.
"Love. For you," she said. "I love you, my darling Doctor." The Doctor hadn't seen that coming. He didn't know what do say. So he did the first thing that came to his head. He leaned down and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, her hand gripping the lapels of his evening jacket. She pushed him against the control panel of the TARDIS. His hands went to her waist. She suddenly broke the kiss and looked up at him. There was love in his eyes. He was slightly breathless but he smiled.
"And I love you Rose," he said, before succumbing to her kiss again. Their kiss was deep and meaningful, full of raw passion and fire. He suddenly pulled back for air. She smiled warmly at him.
"Love me, that's all I ask of you," she pleaded. The Doctor nodded.
"Of course I will," he said. Their lips were mere inches apart.
"I can't believe someone like you would love me. I thought I would never be loved because I am not human," he told Rose. Rose caressed his cheek with her hand.
"Well, I love you," she said. She got on her tiptoes to kiss him again. He gripped her waist as they kissed. Suddenly, she gasped into his mouth as his hands sought the ties on her dress and began to undo them. She broke away
"Doctor, are you sure?" she asked. He smiled at her and took out the clip that was holding her hair up, her blonde hair coming free.
"As sure as I will ever be, my dear Rose," he said. They kissed again then …
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On the roof of the Opera House, the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny and Christine were hiding away from all the commotion in the lower Opera House. They were hiding most of all from the Phantom … or so they thought. Christine was telling Raoul about him, about how horrid and hideous he was. Little did she know that the Phantom was listening to every word they were saying?
"His face is so distorted … deformed … it was hardly a face in the darkness," she told Raoul. Raoul was jealous at the thought of any other man with his Christine.
"But his voice filled my spirit with a strange sweet sound, in that night there was music in my mind, and with music my soul began to sour, and I heard as I'd never heard before," she told Raoul
"What you heard was a dream and nothing more," Raoul told her confidently. Raoul wanted to do nothing more than comfort her at that very moment.
"Christine, Christine," he cooed. Suddenly Christine heard an echo of Raoul's words.
"Christine …" it said. She looked around. She knew it was him. What if he as watching them, there on that very roof? Her thoughts floated away as Raoul put his arms around her and held her in his strong embrace. She sighed and melted to his touch.
"No more talk of darkness, forget all wide-eyed fears," Raoul whispered in Christine's ear. She let go of him and she walked away from him a little.
"Raoul, all I want is freedom, a world with no more night, and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me," she said. She turned to look at him and a smile played on her lips. She walked back to him, put her arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes. He smiled at her.
"Anywhere you go, let me go to," Christine asked. Raoul smiled again.
"Love me, that's all I ask of you," they chorused together before pressing their lips together in a tender kiss. The Phantom, who was behind the reared up statue of Pegasus, looked away heart broken. Raoul and Christine's passion mingled together and their kiss got more heated. The Phantom had rears in his eyes, seeing his beloved Christine in the arms of another man, his arch enemy. Raoul picked up Christine and spun her round in his arms before putting her down again and pulling her in for another kiss. Christine pulled away.
"Raoul, I must go … they'll wonder where I am. Come with me," she said, taking his hand and pulling him towards the door.
"Christine, I love you," he said, placing a chaste kiss on her lips before proceeding through the door, back to the stage where everyone was waiting for the Opera to continue. The Phantom came out of his hiding place to find the rose he had given Christine lying on the ground, covered in snow. He picked it up and found himself in tears. Suddenly anger surged through him.
"YOU WILL CURSE THE DAY YOU DID NOT DO, ALL THAT THE PHANTOM ASKED OF YOU!" he yelled. With one swirl of his black coat, he had disappeared back down to the lair. Something had to be done!
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Back in the TARDIS, it was a mess. Clothes trailing from the control panel of the TARDIS, across the floor and to the bedroom. In the bedroom, the Doctor and Rose were tangled in the white sheets of the Doctor's bed. Rose was lying in the Doctor's arms. She was lightly caressing his face with her fingertips. He smiled at her and pulled her as close as he could to his body.
"Oh Doctor, you don't know how much I love you," she told him, running her hand down his sweating chest.
"And I love you Rose," he told her. He kissed her passionately again and then he lay back, slightly breathless.
"We better go back to the Opera and see if anything has happened," he said. He threw off the sheet and began to dress. He had just buttoned his trousers then he looked back at Rose. She propped herself up on her elbows.
"What?" he asked, noticing the way she was looking him. She looked at her watch.
"Why not wait until tomorrow. It's late," she said. The Doctor looked at his own watch. She was right. He took his clothes back off and climbed on top of her again.
"Now that's more like it," she said. He smiled.
"Well then Rose, since we are going tomorrow, I better make tonight worth your while … again," he said and Rose giggled. He kissed her again and they made passionate love to each other … again.
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The Phantom was down in his lair, sitting at his organ. He was thundering out the notes for his latest composition. He had a plan, and he knew the way to get Christine to do it and there would be no refusing or he would have to go about it himself … and no one wanted to cross him or they would never see the light of day again. He smiled to himself at the though of his plan. It would work … he would make sure of it!
I hope you liked this chapter! I think it's cute! YAY for Doctor and Rose! Please Review! Love you all! xxx
