Capturing A Phantom Heart.
Chapter One: The Opera.
Christine Daae let out a another sigh. Staring out of the window to admire the views of Paris, it didn't stop her worried thoughts.
Tonight was Don Juan, the Phantom's written opera. She was going to be the lead girl, singing his passionate and erotic words to the public.
But secretly, Raoul, Firman and Andre were planning to capture the Phantom this very night.
All they needed was a signal from Christine: look at her lover and the guards will surround the stage with no chance to escape.
No matter how many times Raoul assured her that the plan would work, she feared for her life and what she could do to the Phantom.
This would seriously break his heart to expose his disfigured face to everyone, even seeing it for herself broke her own.
At first, she thought he was a angel her dead father sent her.
That very night when they finally meet face to face, their voices began a strong bond she couldn't deny.
The way he sung to her when he showed her his world, was she falling for him?
Awaking in a strange bed, she slowly remembered last night until her eyes lay on him.
A beautiful mystery, eyes that shone, a voice that sent shivers down her spine, it was the mask that drove her to take it off him.
That was when everything she thought was wonderful was destoryed by his harsh words and his hideous face.
One side pure and handsome while the other was disfigured and dangerous.
She feared for him to take her down there again, the only person that she ran to was Raoul.
Secretly engaged, childhood sweethearts, they finally sealed their love by one kiss.
But what they didn't realise that the Phantom was watching every second of it, his heart shattering to a thousand pieces.
At the masked ball, everyone was happy that they were no longer haunted or demanded by the Phantom.
It was only during their song that he came in, the Phantom had returned with a opera he had written the past three months.
Christine was terrified but strangely drawn to him, the intense chemisty they shared slowly slid into her skin as they got closer.
But he snatched her engagement ring, warning her coldly that she was his and his alone.
Raoul went to find him but at a loss that he escaped, then Madame Giry told him the tale of how she discovered the Phantom so long ago.
Christine decided to visit her father's grave, she needed to be free from the Opera Poplaurie for a while.
Obvlious that the Phantom was driving the carriage, Christine didn't care about anything apart from the thoughts running around her mind.
Raoul knew that she was gone so he went out to rescue her, it wouldn't surpise him that the Phantom would follow her.
Reaching his tomb, Christine sung a sad and haunting song as she sat on the steps nearing breaking down.
The sound of the angel's voice made her look up and notice, the doors opened for her to enter.
Hesitating but heading up, they sung like before.
But Raoul interputed them, the Phantom landed on his feet and began a swordfight with Raoul.
Christine watched in terror as both men fought for the death, there was nothing she could do.
The Phantom let his sword catch Raoul's arm but he won the draw by kicking his sword away.
Rising his own to kill this mad man once and for all, it was only Christine's voice that pulled him from the deed.
The lovers rode away while the Phantom declared war on both of them.
Now it was a matter of hours for Christine to get ready for tonight's opera.
All what had happened ever since her rise has become a nightmare for the teenager.
Fought over by two men, one she deeply loved and the other... she didn't know.
Suddenly, she felt faint. Her head was hurting with a sharp pain, her body ached.
Letting out a loud cry, Christine fainted.
Luckily enough, Meg was passing by to take Christine to the dressing room, when she opened the door and saw her best friend laying on the floor not moving.
"Mama! Christine's fainted!" She cried, while rushing to her side.
Madame Giry and a few others came to see what was going on, the elder woman came alongside her daughter.
She checked Christine's neck, a steady beat.
"Help me carry her, girls." She demanded.
Instanly, the others picked up Christine and took out to the rooms where her bed lay.
They laid her down, Madame Giry placed a wet towel on her head while Meg sat beside her.
"I need you to get Raoul, quickly!" Giry said to her daughter.
Meg rushed out, running as fast as she could until she found Raoul speaking to Firman and Andre.
"Please, you need to come with me. It's Christine, she's fainted!" Meg said, breathlessly.
No more words were uttered, all four rushed back to see the young diva.
It took nearly two hours for Christine to wake up, the pain came back over her head while her body shook.
Raoul breathed out a sigh of relief but he was deeply worried about her in agony.
Madame Giry and Meg sat beside her, frowns crossed on their faces.
"What's going on? What happened to me?" Christine asked, weakly.
"You fainted, my dear." Giry replied, softly.
Christine turned to look at Raoul who had tears in his eyes.
"Oh my dear Christine, I was worried for you!" He wept.
"It's fine now, I'm ready for the opera now." She began, trying to get up but the pain stopped her.
"Mama, what's wrong with her?" Meg asked, her voice filled with worry.
"It's the stress of what has happened, Christine Daae can not do this opera tonight. She is in constant pain, no way will I let her on that stage." Giry replied, sternly.
Raoul looked at her in terror.
"So what are we going to do? We can not cancel the opera, we need to capture that mad man tonight!" He roared.
"Replace me with somebody else." Christine replied, with a strain.
Raoul stared at her, shaking his head.
"No, I won't let a another girl be taken by that evil man! We shall escape, he will never know where we have gone!"
But Christine just shook her head, her grip with his hand tightened.
"Raoul, I can't do this. I'm in agony, someone else must be in my place. If you want to capture the Phantom, you got to have someone who is willing to do your plan. The stress of it all has made me ill, there is another that looks very much like me. It's only her eyes that are a difference, you must chose her or the Opera Poplaurie will burn along with us all." She explained.
Meg and Madame Giry looked at each other, they knew who she meant.
Raoul turned to them, tears pouring down even more on his face.
"Do you know who it could be?" He asked, his voice breaking.
"Yes we do, but it must be from her mouth." Giry replied, sadly.
Raoul looked down at Christine, she was weak and fading away.
"My darling, who could it be?" He asked again.
"It shall be Olivia." She replied, then she fell back asleep.
Author's Note: So What Do You Think Of The First Chapter?