Capturing A Phantom Heart.
Chapter Five: One Beautiful Vision.
It was like a dream.
Dozens of candles suddenly lit as they went pass their holders.
Soft music playing a wonderful melody that would sent shivers down anyone's spines.
His face looking back at her, that stunning stare never disappearing from his features.
A smile was across her own, her eyes wandering everywhere they went.
Never has the Opera Poplaurie held such beautiful and amazing secrets that were longing to come out.
Time had frozen for the pair, there was nothing else in their minds to make them rush or fear of being caught.
Even the darkest parts lit in a golden glow, something that the Phantom had never seen before.
He turned to Olivia, her eyes suddenly fell into his.
When he took Christine away, the journey to his lair was wonderful but never like this where he felt such rapture in his heart.
There was something about her that made everything come to life and bloomed like the first day of spring.
He led her to his horse, who was patiently waiting at the bottom of the staircase.
They stopped, he helpped her up carefully and held the regins then they began walking again.
Olivia shut her eyes, not once in her life did she ride a horse or be in such a wonderous place.
Being with this mysterious man made everything seem right.
Though she was not Christine, it felt like it didn't matter or she would be her replacement for now.
They came towards a glittering lake, a boat lay at the dock.
The Phantom stopped the horse, then offered his hands for Olivia to get down.
She slid into his arms, their faces nearly touching.
Her heart thundered against her chest, she wasn't afraid but being this close to him was like something forbidden.
Placing her hands on his chest, she could feel his own beat faster than her own.
Her lips parted as she rose them to his pure side of his face.
Such beauty, yet the other held a hidden mystery that she was curious but never dared herself to go too far.
"Come, my world awaits." He said, in a booming voice.
Pulling away from their embrace, he held her hand and helpped her on the boat.
He took off his cloak to cover Olivia's shoulders, his touch made her shiver with unknown desire she'd never felt before.
More and more candles lit, the music was nearing it's end.
Statues were smiling down at them, their eyes slowly moved until they became frozen once more.
A looming gate stood before them, suddenly it opened without a sound like a feather falling softly on the ground.
Olivia gasped at the sight as they entered inside the Phantom's lair.
Mirrors, drawings, paintings, dozens of candles that lit in their presence.
She looked up at him with a wide smile, he quickly returned it.
The boat stopped on shore, he offered his hand which she took it and let her step on the ground.
"Welcome to my world, Olivia." He said, waving his other hand around.
She released his hold and wandered around to expore his lair.
A large organ stood, sheets and sheets of music lay on the stand.
Beautiful artwork of costumes for operas and other things hung on the wall.
But there was one that captured her eye: it was one that had her face on it or was it Christine?
It was the eyes that said that it was her after all!
She took it off and studied it, not noticing that he was right behind her.
Turning around, her eyes suddenly entered his.
"You did this?" She asked, curiously.
A swift nod of his head was the reply.
Her smile widened at the discovery.
So he was not only beautiful, had a wonderful voice, a amazing lair but did jaw-dropping drawings.
She placed it back on the wall and went off to look around.
Her image in the mirrors made her stop and admire herself.
His cloak made her more grown-up, his lover perhaps.
Suddenly Raoul's words came back and haunted her, what was she thinking of acting like this?
She slid off his cloak, rubbing her shoulders in despair.
The Phantom watched her do this, he could see that she was upset about something.
"What's the matter, Olivia? Don't you want to be here any longer?" He asked, walking towards her.
She looked at him, the thundering heart returned once more.
Why did she feel like this everytime he was so close to her?
"Oh I do, Phantom! Everything about it is so magical and just amazing. But I couldn't stay here, what would everyone else say?" She replied, sadly.
He turned her forward, his hands on her shoulders.
"Listen, never mind what I said back there. I was angry about Christine for replacing herself with you." He explained.
"It wasn't her fault, she fainted and is quite weak. She suggested I took over her part in Don Juan. Please don't be angry with either of us."
He studied her closely, she wasn't lying.
To hear that Christine was weak shattered his heart but being with Olivia suddenly healed the pain.
In a way, she had that Da Changy while the woman before him was free and single.
"Stay with me for the rest of the night, I shall take you back up above in the morning. That's all I ask of you." He pleaded.
Olivia bit her lip, hestaint to answer but she already knew it before he even asked.
Leading her up to where the closed curtains were, he pulled them aside and revealed the swan bed before her.
"You can sleep there, it's comfortable I promise you." He pointed at it.
She looked at him with a frown.
"But where will you sleep?" She asked.
He turned and looked at the stool where his organ was.
"No, you come with me."
Shocked at her outspoken words, he had no choice but to follow her.
She shut the curtains, leaving them in nearly pitch blackness.
He silently took off his jacket and shoes, then pulled away the sheet.
She sat inside the bed, patting the other side for him.
He hestainly entered, making plenty of space apart so they won't be too close.
"See? A lot more comfortable than the stool, isn't it?" She said, with a giggle.
The Phantom smiled at her, then he lifted his hand and touched her face.
"Goodnight Olivia," He said, softly.
She embraced his gentle caress, leaning her head against his hand.
"Goodnight, my Phantom." She replied.
He pulled away and laid on the pillow, watching her fall asleep.
Then in a few minutes, he fell in a deep slumber.
Author's Note: This chapter is for Phantom's Only Christine, hope you like it!