Requiem of Love
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,164
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Requiem of Love-Chapter 1: Falling In
This was my first ever Phanfic or any fic for that matter. Phantom of the Opera really inspired my inner writer that I never knew existed and this is what came about. I don't own any of the Phantom of the Opera characters and have written this purely for enjoyment and will not be profiting in anyway. Hope you'll like. It's told from Christine’s perspective (or hey imagine it’s you since it’s in 1st person and I won't be using her name, which will make it easier) It may start of slow, but trust me, it will be So Sexy, and will earn that NC-17 rating so be warned.
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Requiem of Love:
I thought it would be a night like any other. My Angel of Music, Erik, would bring me down to his lair and have me do my vocal warm ups and then rehearse my lines. We’d break for dinner and chat a bit, if it wasn’t too late. We’d continue rehearsing and afterwards he’d sing to me. Many times he’d nearly sing me to sleep, but Erik, always the gentleman, would have me gather my things and take me back to my dressing room. When he first started training me in person, he would always bow and wish me a fond farewell at the end of the evening. There was never any physical contact, aside from him helping me in and out of the boat. Even then, it was just a few seconds.
As time went on though, I started to notice that sometimes his hands would linger and he would get a strange look in his eyes. The first time I thought I was imagining things, but once it had happened on several occasions, I knew I wasn’t. At first, I didn’t quite know what it meant when he would do such things. I realized with time that my angel was developing feelings for me. He slowly let his guard down and did away with some of his formalities. He no longer said goodnight from a far. Things gradually went from a kiss on the hand to a kiss on the forehead. From there, things went from a kiss on the forehead to a kiss on my cheek and him whispering in my ear “Goodnight, Angel.” Sometimes he’d come so close to grazing my mouth, I could feel his lips trembling next to mine. No matter how close he came to actually touching my lips with his, he’d always stop himself from going any further. I wanted to tell him not to pull away, for I had developed feelings for him as well. I wanted to let him know, but my fear always got the better of me. It’s not that I was frightened of him, but of these new womanly desires stirring within me.
Back to the evening at hand.
I slowly began to gather my things, not wanting to leave him. We had enjoyed such a wonderful evening. We’d even had a few glasses of wine to toast my upcoming starring role in the debut of a new opera. I would be the first to sing it to the public. I was so excited and nervous, which I suppose is another reason why Erik broke out the wine; to calm my nerves. The wine had succeeded in doing that. It had also succeeded in making me slightly tipsy.
“Do you have everything Angel?” He asked as he walked towards me.
“Yes” I replied.
“Well then let me help you into the boat,” he responded.
“Alright.” I nodded, somewhat disappointed.
He stepped in first, then caught me around my waist and lifted me up. For some reason, I clutched my arms around his neck more tightly than I ever had. He slightly spun me around as my feet touched the floor of the boat. I then raised my face which had been pressed against his neck. I looked up and saw him looking down upon me with such longing. I just stood there in a trance gazing back up at him. He slowly leaned down as if he were going to kiss me, but instead he caught a curl that was askew on my forehead and gently brushed it out the way.
“We should go.” He said softly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my shawl lying underneath the organ bench. “Wait, stop! My shawl!” I said as I lunged forward. Tripping over myself, I ceremoniously managed to fall right out of the boat and into the lake. “God, I’m such an idiot!” I yelled in my head.
“Are you alright, Angel?” he asked, his voice shaking. It sounded like he wanted to burst into laughter. He knew better though.
I was utterly humiliated, but decided to play it off by replying, “Umm, yes, yes fine, just thought I’d take a quick swim.”
Finally, Erik let out a loud laugh.
“Think I could get a hand here?” I asked half angry and half joking.
“Most certainly, Angel,” he said as he leaned over and extended his hand.
I don’t know what had gotten in to me, maybe it was the wine, but when he reached out his arm to mine I tugged at it with all my might. Over he fell, right in front me, with a big splash.
“Woopsie” I said as innocently as possible, batting my soaking lashes.
His flashing eyes filled with rage. As he came towards me I started to question that last move I’d made. I wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Erik, wa wa wait a minute, don’t do any..!” but before I could finish he responded by dunking me head first into the water.
“Woopsie” he laughed triumphantly. “There we’re even. Now let’s climb ashore and get out of these wet clothes.”
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Requiem of Love:
I thought it would be a night like any other. My Angel of Music, Erik, would bring me down to his lair and have me do my vocal warm ups and then rehearse my lines. We’d break for dinner and chat a bit, if it wasn’t too late. We’d continue rehearsing and afterwards he’d sing to me. Many times he’d nearly sing me to sleep, but Erik, always the gentleman, would have me gather my things and take me back to my dressing room. When he first started training me in person, he would always bow and wish me a fond farewell at the end of the evening. There was never any physical contact, aside from him helping me in and out of the boat. Even then, it was just a few seconds.
As time went on though, I started to notice that sometimes his hands would linger and he would get a strange look in his eyes. The first time I thought I was imagining things, but once it had happened on several occasions, I knew I wasn’t. At first, I didn’t quite know what it meant when he would do such things. I realized with time that my angel was developing feelings for me. He slowly let his guard down and did away with some of his formalities. He no longer said goodnight from a far. Things gradually went from a kiss on the hand to a kiss on the forehead. From there, things went from a kiss on the forehead to a kiss on my cheek and him whispering in my ear “Goodnight, Angel.” Sometimes he’d come so close to grazing my mouth, I could feel his lips trembling next to mine. No matter how close he came to actually touching my lips with his, he’d always stop himself from going any further. I wanted to tell him not to pull away, for I had developed feelings for him as well. I wanted to let him know, but my fear always got the better of me. It’s not that I was frightened of him, but of these new womanly desires stirring within me.
Back to the evening at hand.
I slowly began to gather my things, not wanting to leave him. We had enjoyed such a wonderful evening. We’d even had a few glasses of wine to toast my upcoming starring role in the debut of a new opera. I would be the first to sing it to the public. I was so excited and nervous, which I suppose is another reason why Erik broke out the wine; to calm my nerves. The wine had succeeded in doing that. It had also succeeded in making me slightly tipsy.
“Do you have everything Angel?” He asked as he walked towards me.
“Yes” I replied.
“Well then let me help you into the boat,” he responded.
“Alright.” I nodded, somewhat disappointed.
He stepped in first, then caught me around my waist and lifted me up. For some reason, I clutched my arms around his neck more tightly than I ever had. He slightly spun me around as my feet touched the floor of the boat. I then raised my face which had been pressed against his neck. I looked up and saw him looking down upon me with such longing. I just stood there in a trance gazing back up at him. He slowly leaned down as if he were going to kiss me, but instead he caught a curl that was askew on my forehead and gently brushed it out the way.
“We should go.” He said softly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my shawl lying underneath the organ bench. “Wait, stop! My shawl!” I said as I lunged forward. Tripping over myself, I ceremoniously managed to fall right out of the boat and into the lake. “God, I’m such an idiot!” I yelled in my head.
“Are you alright, Angel?” he asked, his voice shaking. It sounded like he wanted to burst into laughter. He knew better though.
I was utterly humiliated, but decided to play it off by replying, “Umm, yes, yes fine, just thought I’d take a quick swim.”
Finally, Erik let out a loud laugh.
“Think I could get a hand here?” I asked half angry and half joking.
“Most certainly, Angel,” he said as he leaned over and extended his hand.
I don’t know what had gotten in to me, maybe it was the wine, but when he reached out his arm to mine I tugged at it with all my might. Over he fell, right in front me, with a big splash.
“Woopsie” I said as innocently as possible, batting my soaking lashes.
His flashing eyes filled with rage. As he came towards me I started to question that last move I’d made. I wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Erik, wa wa wait a minute, don’t do any..!” but before I could finish he responded by dunking me head first into the water.
“Woopsie” he laughed triumphantly. “There we’re even. Now let’s climb ashore and get out of these wet clothes.”