Little Delilah
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,545
Reviews:
10
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.
Bleeding Sorrows
~~note: the song christine sings with erik is the song she sings with raoul earlier in the movie but since this story is a bit different from the movie it is assumed that she did not sing that song with raoul--instead she reprimanded him when he began to sing it to her for she knew her heart belonged to another and that she was safer with her angel than she ever would be with raoul. just a fyi~~
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Chapter 4--Bleeding Sorrows
He had watched her cry, her body and soul broken. He had heard her curse the viscomte's name and heard her plead for him, her dark Angel, to believe and forgive her. He stood in the shadows watching her weep over her loss--of him. His heart felt like it was breaking as hers was. But she had already broken his heart. It seemed, to him, that she knew that too, and she regretted it. Had she really meant him harm, or was she being true with her proclamations of innocence? Was it he who needed to repent for his lack of trust in her?
He cursed himself beneath his breath for his nature--his jealousy of his Ange de la Musique, his quick temper, his lack of knowledge of human behaviour--the nature he could not avoid nor deny. If he were to go to her now would it matter? Would she hate him for not coming sooner? Would she throw herself at his feet for mercy--or should he throw himself at her feet for her mercy?
His mind raced with what to do or say, preventing him from noticing her move. She had stood up, her back still to him but he noticed her shoulders had stopped heaving. Her breathing was almost normal again as she lifted her hand to her face to wipe away her tears--the tears she had shed over him.
Quietly at first, barely audible to his attuned ears, she began to sing. The song was new; something he had not heard before nor heard her sing before. The song was soft but began to climb in volume as his Angel grew more confident in her voice and the words. He knew she meant for him to hear it but why?
The words were saying that she wanted to take him from his solitude and spend her life with him. Does she mean it? What should he say to it?
Not knowing what he was doing he began to sing in response, repeating her verse but adding another verse of his own words. The moment she heard him sing Christine spun around and looked for him, complete surprise on her face. His last line was "Christine that's all I ask of you" and he sang it with more meaning and emotion than he had ever heard himself produce.
He had tears in his eyes as he stepped out of the shadow, unsure of the reason for them. Finally finding him in the darkness Christine ran to his open arms and held him as tightly as he held her. He hugged her tenderly as she sobbed into his coat his own tears falling down his cheek and his mask.
‘I thought I'd lost you forever, my precious Angel,’ Christine whispered into his coat.
‘You will never lose me,’ he murmured, ‘for I will always find you.’
No more words were said because they knew they two were one again and that is how it would always be. Holding each other close, they wished they could stay that way forever.
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A man mad with hate, worry, and anger pounded on the door. Little did he know that the room beyond was empty.
But fearing the worst he slammed his shoulder against the door, finally breaking the lock and busting it open. He searched the room for something, some kind of sign.
When he found the necklace smashed and broken in front of the mirror his knees gave out beneath him. Crashing to the floor his eyes flooded with tears, his breathing ragged and uneven. As he lay there broken on the floor his arm reached out and clasped the necklace chain in his hand. Pulling it to him he held it near his breast and wept until he was spent and empty.
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Chapter 4--Bleeding Sorrows
He had watched her cry, her body and soul broken. He had heard her curse the viscomte's name and heard her plead for him, her dark Angel, to believe and forgive her. He stood in the shadows watching her weep over her loss--of him. His heart felt like it was breaking as hers was. But she had already broken his heart. It seemed, to him, that she knew that too, and she regretted it. Had she really meant him harm, or was she being true with her proclamations of innocence? Was it he who needed to repent for his lack of trust in her?
He cursed himself beneath his breath for his nature--his jealousy of his Ange de la Musique, his quick temper, his lack of knowledge of human behaviour--the nature he could not avoid nor deny. If he were to go to her now would it matter? Would she hate him for not coming sooner? Would she throw herself at his feet for mercy--or should he throw himself at her feet for her mercy?
His mind raced with what to do or say, preventing him from noticing her move. She had stood up, her back still to him but he noticed her shoulders had stopped heaving. Her breathing was almost normal again as she lifted her hand to her face to wipe away her tears--the tears she had shed over him.
Quietly at first, barely audible to his attuned ears, she began to sing. The song was new; something he had not heard before nor heard her sing before. The song was soft but began to climb in volume as his Angel grew more confident in her voice and the words. He knew she meant for him to hear it but why?
The words were saying that she wanted to take him from his solitude and spend her life with him. Does she mean it? What should he say to it?
Not knowing what he was doing he began to sing in response, repeating her verse but adding another verse of his own words. The moment she heard him sing Christine spun around and looked for him, complete surprise on her face. His last line was "Christine that's all I ask of you" and he sang it with more meaning and emotion than he had ever heard himself produce.
He had tears in his eyes as he stepped out of the shadow, unsure of the reason for them. Finally finding him in the darkness Christine ran to his open arms and held him as tightly as he held her. He hugged her tenderly as she sobbed into his coat his own tears falling down his cheek and his mask.
‘I thought I'd lost you forever, my precious Angel,’ Christine whispered into his coat.
‘You will never lose me,’ he murmured, ‘for I will always find you.’
No more words were said because they knew they two were one again and that is how it would always be. Holding each other close, they wished they could stay that way forever.
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A man mad with hate, worry, and anger pounded on the door. Little did he know that the room beyond was empty.
But fearing the worst he slammed his shoulder against the door, finally breaking the lock and busting it open. He searched the room for something, some kind of sign.
When he found the necklace smashed and broken in front of the mirror his knees gave out beneath him. Crashing to the floor his eyes flooded with tears, his breathing ragged and uneven. As he lay there broken on the floor his arm reached out and clasped the necklace chain in his hand. Pulling it to him he held it near his breast and wept until he was spent and empty.
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