Shatterglass
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,587
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own anything at all (except for Chloe and Sammy). I have ZERO intention of making big $$$ of of this little piece of work.
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Shatterglass
I do not own Phantom of the Opera.
SUMMERY:
When Christine Daae is offered the oppertunity of a lifetime, she and her blind sister, Chloe, are whisked off to Europe to tours with the masked rock and rolls star, Erik Destler...
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:
Many thank yous to my good friend, Angel Rose, for proofreading my fanfictions!!!
Early the following morning, Chloe was woken by Sammy, who was wiggling and licking her face.
“Alright, I’m up!” groaned the blind girl, standing up and stumbling to the bathroom to take a morning shower. She knew that the trip had been hard on her pet, but she felt so drained!
As she soaked in the water, her keen ears heard her sister and Meg waking up. She sunk herself lower into the tub, sighing with happiness as the door to the bathroom opened.
“Morning, Chloe!” chirped Christine, grabbing her cosmetics and leaving the bathroom door open a crack in case Chloe needed her for something.
Chloe finished lathering her body and rinced off, smiling as the warm water kissed her skin. She stepped out, reaching to grab a towel from the rack and wrapping it around herself. She paused at the door, listening to make sure that Christine and Meg were the only ones in the room.
“Here, Chloe,” announced Christine, giving her sister a pair of jeans and her Wicked shirt. The blind girl quickly wriggled herself into the outfit before exiting the room to find Meg had left. “Meg had to go and run a few erands for her mother before the show tonight,” announced Christine, taking her sister by the hand. She had Sammy on his leash and was ready to go and explore Paris for a few hours.
“Come on, Chloe!” Christine urged her blind sister, tugging her forwards as they stepped out onto the streets of Paris. Christine immediately beelined towards the shops that lined the street, looking in each window as Chloe straggled behind, her hand on Sammy’s harness.
“Christine,” sighed Chloe, shaking her head as she allowed for Sammy to lead her forwards. “Even through she is fashionably chic, she still needs to buy more things for her wardrobe!”
Sammy barked in agreement and stopped as Chloe heard a loud squeal.
“Please don’t pet Sammy; he is working right now,” she said out loud, sighing when the child ignored her and began to pet Sammy. She heard a loud cry of delight as Sammy licked the boy’s face.
“Chloe, there you are!” Chloe smiled as she heard her older sister’s voice.
“Christine, can you please get this child off of Sammy?” asked Chloe.
“He’s Deaf,” announced Christine after watching him for a moment. He was signing excitedly to Sammy and giggly shrilly as his mother rushed up to take him back once more.
“Oh, well that explains alot,” muttered Chloe, tugging Sammy to follow Christine. As the two sisters walked through Paris, Christine would stop and tell her sister where they were. Within about fifteen minutes, they arrived at the concert hall where Erik Destler was to perform that evening.
“Come on, Chloe,” begged Christine, tugging her little sister towards the back enterance. The secrity guard on duty reconized them and motioned them inside with a friendly smile. Christine led her younger sister to the stage, which overlooked thousands of square footage of emtpy space- just the ideal spot for a rave.
Christine smiled at Chloe before changing from her street shoes into her tap shoes. When Chloe heard the familere tap-tap-tap of her sister’s dance shoes, she smiled in return as she settled herself onto a chair with Sammy at her side.
As Christine warmed up she found herself daydreaming about her days at dance class when she was younger. She recalled being so thrilled when her mother became pregaunt, the dissapointment when her sister was born blind, the joy at finding out that Chloe shared her passion for opera and musicals...
She was brought out of her daydream by someone clapping. She deided to show off a bit and quickly did a rising jig/shuffle/heelclick/cut/brush combo in rapid succession, making it look like she was Riverdancing. She lept into the air, spinning en pointe as she landed again. But as she landed, her toe on her shoes gave out and she fell to the ground with a loud yelp of pain.
“Christine?” called out Chloe as Sammy darted forwards to lick the injured girl’s face.
“Are you alright?” asked Erik, who had been the one to clap at Christine’s skillful dancing. She rolled over and winced at the pain in her toe.
“I don’t think so,” she whimpered, trying not to cry. “I think I smashed up my toe pretty badly.”
“Christine!” cried out Chloe, scared now.
“Hush, Chloe,” ordered Erik before scooping Christine into his strong, muscular arms. He carried her into his dressing room and placed her onto the couch. He looked at the hard shoes that covered her feet and told her, “This may hurt.” Christine nodded and clenched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth as he quickly removed her shoe. She only whined once in protest, but other than that, she didn’t utter a single sound.
“I think that it’s about time that I replace these shoes,” commented Christine with a little laugh as Erik skillfully bandaged up her toes and elevated her foot so that way it wouldn’t swell up.
“I’d agree with you, except I don’t know a thing about dancing,” admitted Erik with a bark of laughter. He found his hand tracing her face and she leaned into his touch more, sighing with content.
Christine smiled and began to explain to him the verious aspects about the dance shoe in her hands. She was right in the middle of explaining why the toe were build like ballet sippers when Erik leaned over and kissed her lips.
This actually happened to me while I was dancing the lead in The Nutcracker Ballet. It’s pretty funny to watch (my aunt got it on tape) but it hurt like HELL. This is just my fleating memory of what happened- the pain was THAT BAD.
I do not own Phantom of the Opera.
SUMMERY:
When Christine Daae is offered the oppertunity of a lifetime, she and her blind sister, Chloe, are whisked off to Europe to tours with the masked rock and rolls star, Erik Destler...
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:
Many thank yous to my good friend, Angel Rose, for proofreading my fanfictions!!!
Early the following morning, Chloe was woken by Sammy, who was wiggling and licking her face.
“Alright, I’m up!” groaned the blind girl, standing up and stumbling to the bathroom to take a morning shower. She knew that the trip had been hard on her pet, but she felt so drained!
As she soaked in the water, her keen ears heard her sister and Meg waking up. She sunk herself lower into the tub, sighing with happiness as the door to the bathroom opened.
“Morning, Chloe!” chirped Christine, grabbing her cosmetics and leaving the bathroom door open a crack in case Chloe needed her for something.
Chloe finished lathering her body and rinced off, smiling as the warm water kissed her skin. She stepped out, reaching to grab a towel from the rack and wrapping it around herself. She paused at the door, listening to make sure that Christine and Meg were the only ones in the room.
“Here, Chloe,” announced Christine, giving her sister a pair of jeans and her Wicked shirt. The blind girl quickly wriggled herself into the outfit before exiting the room to find Meg had left. “Meg had to go and run a few erands for her mother before the show tonight,” announced Christine, taking her sister by the hand. She had Sammy on his leash and was ready to go and explore Paris for a few hours.
“Come on, Chloe!” Christine urged her blind sister, tugging her forwards as they stepped out onto the streets of Paris. Christine immediately beelined towards the shops that lined the street, looking in each window as Chloe straggled behind, her hand on Sammy’s harness.
“Christine,” sighed Chloe, shaking her head as she allowed for Sammy to lead her forwards. “Even through she is fashionably chic, she still needs to buy more things for her wardrobe!”
Sammy barked in agreement and stopped as Chloe heard a loud squeal.
“Please don’t pet Sammy; he is working right now,” she said out loud, sighing when the child ignored her and began to pet Sammy. She heard a loud cry of delight as Sammy licked the boy’s face.
“Chloe, there you are!” Chloe smiled as she heard her older sister’s voice.
“Christine, can you please get this child off of Sammy?” asked Chloe.
“He’s Deaf,” announced Christine after watching him for a moment. He was signing excitedly to Sammy and giggly shrilly as his mother rushed up to take him back once more.
“Oh, well that explains alot,” muttered Chloe, tugging Sammy to follow Christine. As the two sisters walked through Paris, Christine would stop and tell her sister where they were. Within about fifteen minutes, they arrived at the concert hall where Erik Destler was to perform that evening.
“Come on, Chloe,” begged Christine, tugging her little sister towards the back enterance. The secrity guard on duty reconized them and motioned them inside with a friendly smile. Christine led her younger sister to the stage, which overlooked thousands of square footage of emtpy space- just the ideal spot for a rave.
Christine smiled at Chloe before changing from her street shoes into her tap shoes. When Chloe heard the familere tap-tap-tap of her sister’s dance shoes, she smiled in return as she settled herself onto a chair with Sammy at her side.
As Christine warmed up she found herself daydreaming about her days at dance class when she was younger. She recalled being so thrilled when her mother became pregaunt, the dissapointment when her sister was born blind, the joy at finding out that Chloe shared her passion for opera and musicals...
She was brought out of her daydream by someone clapping. She deided to show off a bit and quickly did a rising jig/shuffle/heelclick/cut/brush combo in rapid succession, making it look like she was Riverdancing. She lept into the air, spinning en pointe as she landed again. But as she landed, her toe on her shoes gave out and she fell to the ground with a loud yelp of pain.
“Christine?” called out Chloe as Sammy darted forwards to lick the injured girl’s face.
“Are you alright?” asked Erik, who had been the one to clap at Christine’s skillful dancing. She rolled over and winced at the pain in her toe.
“I don’t think so,” she whimpered, trying not to cry. “I think I smashed up my toe pretty badly.”
“Christine!” cried out Chloe, scared now.
“Hush, Chloe,” ordered Erik before scooping Christine into his strong, muscular arms. He carried her into his dressing room and placed her onto the couch. He looked at the hard shoes that covered her feet and told her, “This may hurt.” Christine nodded and clenched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth as he quickly removed her shoe. She only whined once in protest, but other than that, she didn’t utter a single sound.
“I think that it’s about time that I replace these shoes,” commented Christine with a little laugh as Erik skillfully bandaged up her toes and elevated her foot so that way it wouldn’t swell up.
“I’d agree with you, except I don’t know a thing about dancing,” admitted Erik with a bark of laughter. He found his hand tracing her face and she leaned into his touch more, sighing with content.
Christine smiled and began to explain to him the verious aspects about the dance shoe in her hands. She was right in the middle of explaining why the toe were build like ballet sippers when Erik leaned over and kissed her lips.
This actually happened to me while I was dancing the lead in The Nutcracker Ballet. It’s pretty funny to watch (my aunt got it on tape) but it hurt like HELL. This is just my fleating memory of what happened- the pain was THAT BAD.