"Meg I must go!" Christine exclaimed as she tried to speak over the crowd "If I'm not back by midnight please go on home" Meg looked at her with caution. Christine had told her all about Erik, the angel and the phantom. But Mg still didn't fully understand it all. How could she love a man who killed so many people. And what about that night he kidnapped her?! Meg didn't trust this man at all. But Christine was her best friend, and she had been through so much, and if it made her happy, "Fine Christine" She replied with a stern look on her face, "But please be careful." Christine hugged her, "Don't worry. I will be." And with that she made her way through the sea of people and out the door into the foyer.
Never before had Christine been so glad to leave a party. If it had been any other night she would have stayed and dance until her feet hurt, or until Madam Giry shouted at them to get to bed, but now she couldn't wait to be alone. She had such a wonderful time today. It had been so long since she had visited the Opera house properly and seen a show that she didn't want it to end. Seeing all her old friends made her feel like a child again. But excitement and nerved built up the whole day and eleven o'clock drew nearer and nearer.
Christine walked down the many familiar corridors talking in the fact that absolutely nothing had changed in the past ten years. The colours of the walls were exactly the same and nearly all the paintings remained unchanged. She followed several passages until she came to a large faded peach door she knew oh so well. The ballet dorm room. Quietly she opened the door and to her luck found it empty. The girls must still be at the party. As she looked around and saw the rows of beds covered in clothes and makeup. The room was exactly the same as it did when she and Meg lived there. The dirty white painted beds, the same peach coloured walls, and the magnificent golden mirror which stood at the far end of the room. Hesitantly Christine approached the mirror, putting her small hand on the frame, tracing its pattern. She looked over at the clock. 5 minutes to go. Nerves kept building as she paved around the room waiting for the clock to chime eleven. Why was she even here?! Why was she doing this?! 'There might be no one there for all you know Christine. They think this man dead. No one has seen nor heard from him in ten years.' Ten years. Has it really been that long? Looking at herself in the mirror Christine noticed the changes that had come across her over the past years. She wasn't old, but her long curly hair was now tied loosely on top of her head and you could begin to see small lines creeping their way across her face.
This made Christine wonder. What did he look like now? He was always a good deal older than Christine – by how many years she did not know. She tried to picture him now. His face starting to get frailer and his already thinning white hair thinning even more.
A soft tinkling from behind her told her that he was now eleven o'clock. She signed and turned to the mirror. Her stomach was doing backflips and she felt as though he was going to be sick. Everything from regret to excitement was flowing through her and she stood waiting. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Christine had taken herself to sit at the edge of a bed nearby, for her legs were getting tired. Where on earth was he? Maybe he didn't get her letter. She felt even more sick as the clock chimed again telling her that it was now eleven thirty pm. She felt so stupid with herself. What was she thinking that he would still be here and would come back to her? That night she heard that the mob came into his lair after her and Raoul left, 'They say they couldn't find him, that he left' she though, all sorts of horrible scenarios were forming in her head, ' what if he was there. They could have easily killed him and just said he had disappeared'
Christine's head was now in her hands as she sobbed "Oh Erik," The clock was now reaching eleven forty five, "Where are you Erik. You don't understand how much I need my angel right now" She sat there and cried until she saw the time as being five minutes to midnight. Wiping her puffy eyes with her sleeve, Christine got up and made her way to the door. She had just placed her hand on the handle when suddenly the candle around her extinguished and the room was left in complete darkness. He was here.
A large part of her wanted to open the door and run out as quick as possible. But this though quickly faded as an angelic voice called out "Christine" The echo of her name rang through her and lingered as she slowly replied in no more than a whisper "Erik."
Taking her hand away from the door she turned slowly towards the mirror. Light shone out of it around the room as she focused her eyes on the brightness. In the center of the light however was a dark silhouette. Standing there a man. A man dressed in black. His main feature? A large white mask which covered half of his face. Her angel.
A/N So I meant to upload this sooner but school's been hectic lately so I haven't gotten a chance. I've the next two chapters already written so I'll hopefully get them typed up and uploaded within the next week or two.
I'd still greatly appreciate feedback/opinions etc. x