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Beyond the Point of No Return
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,019
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Ghost from the Past
“May I have this dance, Countess?” A tall, splendid figure in brilliant black and white bowed to Christine and offered his arm.
Christine smiled apologetically at Raoul and took the man’s arm before her husband realized whom it was. He swept her away, across the floor. Christine studied the mask covering his face intently. It was a full mask, but that didn’t hide his identity from Christine. She had known who it was as soon as he spoke, and looked into her eyes. Those tormented eyes knew her very soul, her deepest desire. He blended in well at this masquerade, and no one suspected his uninvited presence. “Tell me Erik, what building have you been haunting recently?” She inquired,.
The green eyes widened, and then Erik laughed, a sound that was foreign to Christine. She found that she loved hearing Erik’s laugh. “You knew it was me then. I am not haunting any building at the moment Christine, except maybe your house. Emily seems to be doing well. How did you know it was me?”
“I could never forget the voice of my Angel of Music.” Christine smiled, surprised to find herself totally at ease.
“Your angel…… me…?” Erik was stunned.
“I haven’t forgotten everything you did for me. The Angel of Music was my guide, mentor…. Protector. He was my friend.”
The green eyes swam with tears, and Christine smiled. “Christine…” A new song began, a very familiar one. Erik sang the words, only to Christine, his eyes bearing into hers. “Masquerade, paper faces on parade…” They spun around, Christine staring, mesmerized into Erik’s eyes. The song ended, and Raoul was at Christine’s side. Erik winked and disappeared into the crowd.
“Who was that?” Raoul asked, glaring after the “stranger” with dislike on his face. Christine thought fat.
“An old friend from the Opera Populaire. Peter, a dancer.” Christine lied quickly.
“Oh. I thought his voice sounded familiar. That would explain it.” Raoul let the subject drop, much to Christine’s immense relief.
As Christine lay in her bed that night, a voice drifted in quietly through the open window.
“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night.”
Christine slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping Raoul, and walked down the hallway to the door. She opened it and stepeped outside into the starry night. “What are you doing here Erik?”
“I have nothing better to do with my time at night. I wanted to see if you’re happy. Your husband seems to be treating you well.”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Erik smiled, honestly happy, and Christine didn’t understanf the change in his personality.
“You’ve changed Erik. You’re not who I remember. I’ve never seen you smile so easily.”
“You’re right about that. When you left with the Vicomte, I understood human emotions that I had never been able to comprehend. I could understand what it means to truly love someone so much that you’d rather they be happy than you yourself. You taught me that Christine, and I sincerely hope that you’re happy.”
A warm smile crept over Christine;’s face as she gazed into Erik’s earnest eyes. He was a very open person, never having learned how to hide emotions. Christine found it very endearing. She crossed the short distance between them and took both of Erik’s hands in her own. “I am truly happy. I have a husband who loves me, a beautiful daughter, and an angel who is the best friend I could ever ask for.” In the face of such bold honesty, Christine felt compelled to be just as sincere. It was true; in the three years that had passed since that day in Erik’s lair, Christine had missed Erik and his music terribly. She was happier now than she could ever remember being.
“Christine…” Erik pulled the woman he loved into his arms and held her there against his musciular chest, content to stand and hold her forever. He knew that he had to let go eventually, and he did. Christine smiled, then yawned wearily “Go to sleep. I don’t want to keep uyou up. Goodnight Christine.”
“Goddnight Erik.” Christine walked back into her house and climbed into bed beside Raoul, her head buzzing. It had been so wonderful to see Erik again. He was the best friend she could ever hope for, and she hoped to see him again very soon.
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Author's Note: I hope that you're enjoying the story so far, and would appreciate some feedback. What have I done wrong? What have I done well? I want to know what readers think! Until I repost!
Christine smiled apologetically at Raoul and took the man’s arm before her husband realized whom it was. He swept her away, across the floor. Christine studied the mask covering his face intently. It was a full mask, but that didn’t hide his identity from Christine. She had known who it was as soon as he spoke, and looked into her eyes. Those tormented eyes knew her very soul, her deepest desire. He blended in well at this masquerade, and no one suspected his uninvited presence. “Tell me Erik, what building have you been haunting recently?” She inquired,.
The green eyes widened, and then Erik laughed, a sound that was foreign to Christine. She found that she loved hearing Erik’s laugh. “You knew it was me then. I am not haunting any building at the moment Christine, except maybe your house. Emily seems to be doing well. How did you know it was me?”
“I could never forget the voice of my Angel of Music.” Christine smiled, surprised to find herself totally at ease.
“Your angel…… me…?” Erik was stunned.
“I haven’t forgotten everything you did for me. The Angel of Music was my guide, mentor…. Protector. He was my friend.”
The green eyes swam with tears, and Christine smiled. “Christine…” A new song began, a very familiar one. Erik sang the words, only to Christine, his eyes bearing into hers. “Masquerade, paper faces on parade…” They spun around, Christine staring, mesmerized into Erik’s eyes. The song ended, and Raoul was at Christine’s side. Erik winked and disappeared into the crowd.
“Who was that?” Raoul asked, glaring after the “stranger” with dislike on his face. Christine thought fat.
“An old friend from the Opera Populaire. Peter, a dancer.” Christine lied quickly.
“Oh. I thought his voice sounded familiar. That would explain it.” Raoul let the subject drop, much to Christine’s immense relief.
As Christine lay in her bed that night, a voice drifted in quietly through the open window.
“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night.”
Christine slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping Raoul, and walked down the hallway to the door. She opened it and stepeped outside into the starry night. “What are you doing here Erik?”
“I have nothing better to do with my time at night. I wanted to see if you’re happy. Your husband seems to be treating you well.”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Erik smiled, honestly happy, and Christine didn’t understanf the change in his personality.
“You’ve changed Erik. You’re not who I remember. I’ve never seen you smile so easily.”
“You’re right about that. When you left with the Vicomte, I understood human emotions that I had never been able to comprehend. I could understand what it means to truly love someone so much that you’d rather they be happy than you yourself. You taught me that Christine, and I sincerely hope that you’re happy.”
A warm smile crept over Christine;’s face as she gazed into Erik’s earnest eyes. He was a very open person, never having learned how to hide emotions. Christine found it very endearing. She crossed the short distance between them and took both of Erik’s hands in her own. “I am truly happy. I have a husband who loves me, a beautiful daughter, and an angel who is the best friend I could ever ask for.” In the face of such bold honesty, Christine felt compelled to be just as sincere. It was true; in the three years that had passed since that day in Erik’s lair, Christine had missed Erik and his music terribly. She was happier now than she could ever remember being.
“Christine…” Erik pulled the woman he loved into his arms and held her there against his musciular chest, content to stand and hold her forever. He knew that he had to let go eventually, and he did. Christine smiled, then yawned wearily “Go to sleep. I don’t want to keep uyou up. Goodnight Christine.”
“Goddnight Erik.” Christine walked back into her house and climbed into bed beside Raoul, her head buzzing. It had been so wonderful to see Erik again. He was the best friend she could ever hope for, and she hoped to see him again very soon.
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Author's Note: I hope that you're enjoying the story so far, and would appreciate some feedback. What have I done wrong? What have I done well? I want to know what readers think! Until I repost!