Chapter 3
Phantom POV.
I played my piano and finish writing the latest script for the next opera house performance as I hear Christine wake up and climb out of the bed. I take in a breath of air and close my eyes for a moment and then open them to assure myself this isn't a dream. I look over to her as she starts to sing. I start to hear the pitter patter of her feet as she approaches me. My heart pounded hard against my ribs cage. This was perfect this is what I wanted her all to myself. Her cool hands touch my face "Luna" I moaned leaning in to her touch. She pulled her hands back as if I was fire and I realized what I just called her. I turned to her and she looked at me with her big glassy eyes that were filled with confusion. I mentally scolded myself for calling her Luna and at the same time I was confused on why I did. But as I looked at her I wondered why wasn't I attracted to her anymore and why was I angry that it wasn't it Luna that was here with me. I scowled and grabbed a heavy object slinging it across my room making it crash into a shelf causing everything to crash and break on the floor. Christine jumped back with fear and I looked at her and I could tell that she was frightened. "Come" I said in a shaky voice "I shall return you upstairs before they find out that you are missing". I stretched out my hand for her to take and I led her to the boat so we could go back upstairs. As we traveled through the opera house in awkwardness Christine finally spoke up.
"Umm Mr. Phantom sir may I ask you a question" she asked in a fearful shaky voice as if I were going to kill her. I looked at her and she looked to the floor but she could still see my head movement to nod yes to her question. "Um do you like Luna and if yes why did you try to hurt her this afternoon" I stopped in a halt and looked at her calmly "I do not know what feelings I hold for your mute friend "I paused and then I scowled slightly for the next part of my answer "and as for hurting her I can assure you Miss Daae I would never even think of harming Luna what I did was meant for Carlotta to stop her singing because she sounded like a dying pig. Luna happened to accidently get hurt and I sent my apologies to her. I turned around abruptly and starting walking again irritated with her. The sooner I got rid of her, the better.
I returned her to her room and started down back to my home but I found myself on a new path and realized I was in Luna and the other ballerina's room. They both were sleeping and I approached Luna's bed. Her hair was slightly tousled around her face. Her nightgown was bunched from her moving in her sleep revealing nice down pale flawless thighs. Her breathing was steady causing her chest to rise and fall. Her full blood red lips parted slightly and just waiting to be kissed. Her beauty was astounding and I felt overcome with the need to kiss her. I bent down slowly and kissed her lips. They were as soft as flower petals and warm and sweet like warm milk and honey. I slipped my tongue between her parted lips and tasted the sweet depths of her cavern both of us softly moaning I pulled back to see if she had awoken but she was still sound asleep I marveled at her beauty. Her beauty minded me of a princess named snow white I had read in one of my many books. I jumped when I heard a loud noise of her roommate falling out of her bed slightly waking up Luna. I quickly hid in the shadows as her roommate picked herself off of the floor and Luna drifted back to sleep. The door then opened and I saw
"Marguerite what is going on in here" she asked with sleep still heavy in her voice "Nothing Mama just fell off of my bed again". 'Again' I thought trying not to laugh but a small chuckle passed my lips and Madame Giry turned her head to look in my direction and knew it was me hiding in the shadows from my outline. "Marguerite try to be more careful and go back to sleep dear. I'm going to go back to my room and brush my cheveux" I knew then she wanted to see me using hair in French was code for us needing to talk but it flew over Marguerite who was too tired to realize her mother had spoken French at the end of her sentence and she climbed back in bed and quickly fell back to sleep and Madame Giry left but not before casting a serious look telling me that we needed to talk. I waited a minute before I was sure that the girl was asleep before quickly heading out into the passage way and onto the path to Madame Giry's room.
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