Capturing A Phantom Heart.
Chapter Four: A Total Despair.
No, this couldn't be!
He was fooled!
The woman before him wasn't Christine, yet she looked so much like her.
The curls of her aurburn hair
The same red rose lips.
But there was a difference about her, something that angered and stirred him.
Her voice wasn't mastered like Christine but had a beautiful tint in it.
Her body wasn't slender, more curvy around the hips but it was tender to touch.
It was those eyes that really made him look like a idiot.
Must have been the fire that masked her true colour.
Christine's were brown, Olivia's were blue.
Shaking his head, feeling the betrayl overtake his thoughts, he released Olivia.
He began to walk away but he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder.
Turning to see who was holding him back, he studied her for a few moments.
"Please, I'm sorry that I'm not Christine!" She cried.
He pulled her close against his chest, his hands cupping her face.
Gasps echoed in the audience.
Mother and Meg were holding each other very tightly in fear of what could happen next.
The head guard looked at Raoul, a sour stare was across his handsome face.
"You will never be my Christine, Olivia. No matter how well you sing, no one in Paris will have you on this stage or marry you after this night. Remember that for now you are the scandalous woman that fell for the Phantom Of The Opera."
Within that, he pushed her off him and went down the trap door.
Olivia crawled and watched him fall, disappearing under the fake flames.
The audience went into a state of painc, many rushed out screaming while others stayed on and watched the events unfold.
The guards rushed into action but there was nothing they could do, there was no way for them to get down the trap door.
Mother and Meg ran up the staircase to find a shaking Olivia who was silently crying and suddenly mute.
"Come child, let's take you away from here." Mother said, helping her up.
The three headed back down and headed back to the bedrooms only for Raoul to stop them.
"What the hell were you thinking, Olivia? We had him in our hands, now you let him free to haunt this building once more!" He shouted.
A bout of strengh came over her, in that instant she slapped Raoul so hard that blood was oozing from his lips.
Mother and Meg ushered Olivia away before she could hit him anymore but they couldn't escape from his cries.
"Christine will never be your friend! That mad man was right, no one will have you now! You fell for his trap, you barren whore!"
Meanwhile, the Phantom had finally arrived in his lair.
Anger boiled him, he smashed candle holders and ripped up dozens of music sheets.
"WHY?! WHY CHRISTINE WHY?!" He roared.
Shredding his coat and taking off his shirt, he threw them in the water in disgust.
He went by a mirror that stood, it was where he froze and took off his mask.
He slowly rose his head to study his image before him.
Grey-green eyes that magically turned blue, full lush lips, a broad body.
But it was the disfigurement that annoyed him all the more.
One side pure, the other a horrific sight.
He was used for people to fear his mask but why wasn't Olivia?
The girl appeared in his thoughts, it strangly calmed him.
How was it that she was oblivious to him?
Was she pushed away from Madame Giry to protect her from his reign?
But the one question that suddenly flashed before him: was she the woman that looked at him the very day he let Christine go?
Remembering that day made his heart ache, it was when Christine knew the real truth about his mask which he was angry at her.
He took her back so that no one would be worried about her.
Watching her leave, lingering their hand holding until she pulled away, she fell in a faint after a few steps.
He didn't dare help her, why risk it?
But suddenly, he saw a young woman that rushed to her side and looked right at him.
It was her after all!
Those eyes, the way she stared at him.
Not once frightened or running away, simply under the spell of two orbs in the pitch blackness.
The moment was lasting too long, he disappeared and went back to his lair, stunned.
"Oh Christine..." He muttered as he walked away from the mirror and pulled the curtains to close so he could sleep in his swan bed.
Olivia was laying on her bed, her frozen eyes staring at the wall.
What did just happen?
Did she really fall for the Phantom Of The Opera?
If she did, who was he really and why was he called that?
He was the one with those eyes that held Christine's hand, maybe he was the so-called "Angel Of Music" she visits.
Her mind was spinning, why was everything so confusing?
She heard the door open, tiny footfalls tapped the floorboards.
Olivia knew it was Meg.
"Are you alright?" She asked in her honey sweet voice.
No reply.
A sigh escaped from her lips.
"I did try, Mother." She muttered to herself, then walked away and shut the door behind her.
Olivia turned her head around, she was alone once again.
Her lips trembled, tears were begining to fall down her face.
She turned back around and snuggled down the covers, quietening her loud sobs and feeling her own heart breaking with each cry she let out.
Raoul went to visit Christine who was sleeping peacefully only to open her eyes to see her lover's lip cut.
"My love, what happened to your.." She began, pointing at it.
"That was Olivia, you friend." He said, coldly.
She frowned.
"I don't believe you." She said, sternly.
"Don't believe me, you say? How about the fact that Olivia has let that mad man free because of her foolish words? The guards are trying hard to find him but with no luck. We are still hunted down by him all because of her. She must not live in the Opera Poplaurie any longer, this is all her fault!" He raged.
Christine swallowed this in while trying to avoid Raoul's stern gaze.
"Darling, she didn't know about the Phantom. Mother always tried to push Olivia in the dark so that she wouldn't be frightened or be mistaken by me because we look so much alike. But because of what happened to me, she's now seen him. She has probably fallen for him but pushed away because of me. I'm the one who is at fault, believing that he was my dead father's angel he sent down for me. You must not punish her for my sake, do you promise me?"
Raoul looked at her, he didn't want to do this but losing Christine's love was something he couldn't gamble.
"I promise." He said, with a weak smile.
She smiled back.
He took off his jacket and sat down on a chair, they then both fell in a deep sleep.
In the early hours of the morning, Olivia couldn't get to sleep.
No matter how many times she tried, they all failed and it made her frustrated.
Pushing off the covers, she got out of bed and tiptoed out of the bedroom.
Only a few lamps were lit but dimly, the place was filled with a eerie silence.
Olivia walked along the coridoors, her eyes wandering around the dark beauty before her.
She headed to the stage, a reason she couldn't figure out.
Her feet touched the wooden floorboards, each step was a harsh remainder of what happened so many hours ago.
The empty seats, the beautiful drawings up above along with the crystal chandelier sparkling.
She would never have her moment ever again.
She would be the constant talk of the town, her scandalious pefomance with a man she had never seen before.
No one will touch her, a barren whore that Raoul said.
His words sickened her to the bottom of her broken heart.
It wasn't her fault that she didn't know or the fact that she was deeply in love with him.
Or was it lust?
With a heavy sigh escaping her lips, she turned around and headed back to the bedroom only for a voice to stop her.
"Olivia..."
She looked around her surroundings, there was nobody here so why was there a voice?
"Who is it? Show yourself!" She cried.
Then a grey mist came through the floorboards, covering everything.
Suddenly a dark figure appeared, taking each step slowly.
Olivia felt her heart beat with it's footfalls until the face before her made her gasp for air.
It was him, the Phantom Of The Opera!
Dressed all in black execpt his white frilly shirt and his moon faced mask, his eyes burned into hers.
"I'm not Christine." She began, shaking her head.
"I know, Olivia." He replied, with a whisper.
A shiver ran up and down her spine, the way he spoke was like his beautiful fingers touching her skin.
"What is it you want from me?" She asked, trying her hardest to breathe.
But as he drew closer, she was weakening from his powerful presence.
"I want you to know everything about me, there's something about you that I can't escape from. Will you take my hand and come with me to expore my world?" He offered, slowly rising his gloved hand.
Olivia looked at it then him, staring deeply in his eyes.
"Promise me that you won't hurt me?" She said.
"I promise." He said, instanly.
So Olivia rose her hand and laid it gently on his, he took her in the darkness where his lair was awaiting for the both of them.
Author's Note: Oooh, what a great chapter! Hope you like it, a another one should be up very soon.