Little Delilah
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,544
Reviews:
10
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.
Revenge is Sweetest After Dinner
Chapter 3--Revenge is Sweetest After Dinner
Knowing that she liked that he smashed the pendant the damned bauble that that idiot had given her brought a smile to his face. So she didn't love this viscomte that tried to win her affections. But did she truly love him? Would she still willingly give herself over to le fantome after the anger and distraught he had caused tonight?
He smiled at the reaction of the darling Viscomte, dashing after him with his sword drawn. His expression was priceless when he landed in the hall of mirrors, completely lost and afraid. Darling Madame Giry came and rescued him before he had been able to hurt himself.
Chuckling softly to himself, he heard footsteps behind him. He stopped and listened. Smiling to himself, he stepped into the shadows to wait for the culprit to walk by him.
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Christine wandered down a corridor she had come to know even in darkness. Which is how she wandered now because she had been in such a rush to catch her dark Angel he was still hers, was he not? that she forgot to get her candle or the lantern which hung just inside the doorway of the mirror.
She heard the sound of water before she saw it. Her eyes had adjusted by the time she reached the dock where her Phantom kept his boat. When she saw neither him nor his boat she felt like she would die. Her body went limp, falling against a cold, damp wall as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Had he not been behind her mirror at all? Had she imagined it? Her body was racked with sobs, her eyes bleeding tears down onto her cheeks and onto her dress.
Her fists clenched in anger at Raoul who had made her lose the only precious thing she had left in the world.
‘Damn you, Raoul! Damn you to Hell!’ she screamed at nothing and everything. ‘You've ruined my life in pursuit of your own happiness, regardless of the toll on my life or those around you!’ her voice was filled with tears, her words coming out broken and pain filled. Her breathing was laboured as she fought to keep away the hysterics.
Regaining some control of her body, she sobbed softly--in any hopes her Angel may hear--‘You are all I have left in my world and to lose you means I've lost myself. I love you, my dark Angel.’
Holding her head in her hands she wept softly for all she had lost.
***
Knowing that she liked that he smashed the pendant the damned bauble that that idiot had given her brought a smile to his face. So she didn't love this viscomte that tried to win her affections. But did she truly love him? Would she still willingly give herself over to le fantome after the anger and distraught he had caused tonight?
He smiled at the reaction of the darling Viscomte, dashing after him with his sword drawn. His expression was priceless when he landed in the hall of mirrors, completely lost and afraid. Darling Madame Giry came and rescued him before he had been able to hurt himself.
Chuckling softly to himself, he heard footsteps behind him. He stopped and listened. Smiling to himself, he stepped into the shadows to wait for the culprit to walk by him.
***
Christine wandered down a corridor she had come to know even in darkness. Which is how she wandered now because she had been in such a rush to catch her dark Angel he was still hers, was he not? that she forgot to get her candle or the lantern which hung just inside the doorway of the mirror.
She heard the sound of water before she saw it. Her eyes had adjusted by the time she reached the dock where her Phantom kept his boat. When she saw neither him nor his boat she felt like she would die. Her body went limp, falling against a cold, damp wall as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Had he not been behind her mirror at all? Had she imagined it? Her body was racked with sobs, her eyes bleeding tears down onto her cheeks and onto her dress.
Her fists clenched in anger at Raoul who had made her lose the only precious thing she had left in the world.
‘Damn you, Raoul! Damn you to Hell!’ she screamed at nothing and everything. ‘You've ruined my life in pursuit of your own happiness, regardless of the toll on my life or those around you!’ her voice was filled with tears, her words coming out broken and pain filled. Her breathing was laboured as she fought to keep away the hysterics.
Regaining some control of her body, she sobbed softly--in any hopes her Angel may hear--‘You are all I have left in my world and to lose you means I've lost myself. I love you, my dark Angel.’
Holding her head in her hands she wept softly for all she had lost.
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