Mistakes of the Future
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,085
Reviews:
8
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.
Mistakes of the Future
Disclaimer: I own nothing. “The Phantom of the Opera” belongs to Gaston Leroux along with the characters Christine, Erik (OG, Angel), Meg, Mme Giry and Raoul. Any character you don’t recognize belongs to my imagination, sometimes. Oh and I’m using some lyrics from the movie (All I Ask of You in Don Juan Triumphant) and they don’t belong to me. I’m changing the storyline to suit the story. Erik/Christine Pairing, Movieverse, Lemon. On with the show!
In the midst of Don Juan Triumphant…
As he sang Christine couldn’t help but be drawn in to the melody. These passionate words of love were meant for her alone, not counting the fact that half of Paris was watching. Along with her soon to be husband with dozens of guards. Oh God, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t turn him in, but she had to. It was the only way she could live happily and normally with Raoul. But what kind of life was that? Was it the life of extravagance that she wanted? While these thoughts of a future swirled around in Christine’s head she realized that she had missed her cue. Oh God, her Angel was going to be angry with her! She looked over into his eyes and saw raw anger burning there. How could she ruin this night for him? She looked over at M. Reyer and nodded. He conducted the orchestra to play her cue again and she sang her lyrics.
As she sang the spell-binding words captivated her. She sang for her Angel and only him. He was the reason for her song and it was in that moment of realization that she knew that she could never turn her back to him for Raoul’s world. Her world was with the man standing right in front of her. As she ascended the stairs to the bridge she didn’t sing her code word to indicate that she was in danger. She and Raoul had decided on the word “blossom” because it would fit in with the moment and no one would suspect that she was doing anything conspicuous. She just couldn’t throw this man’s life aside like an old rag; he was far too precious to her. She reached the top of the stairs and practically ran into her Angel’s arms. He spun her around in an erotic manner; just as he had in his Lair those few nights ago. Letting his hands roam her body Christine felt new desires whipping through her, freezing her to the spot. It had never felt like this with Raoul. It could never even compare to the fervor that she felt now. She let her eyes roam towards the audience, particularly up to Box 5 where Raoul was sitting. He looked at her with such pleading eyes. They seemed to scream the question at her, do you still want me?
Sadly, all she could do was shake her head minutely and lean back into the strong arms that held her.
Then, damn him, he started singing that foolish song that Raoul had sung for her. She turned to face him as he did and just listened to the unchecked emotion in his voice.
Say you’ll share with me
One love, one lifetime.
Lead me, save me,
From my solitude.
Say you want me with you,
Here, beside you.
Anywhere you go,
Let me go too.
Christine,
That’s all I ask of…
She didn’t give him a chance to sing the last word as she ripped that hateful mask off his face. He looked so sad as Christine took his face between her palms. She took a step closer and let her lips come close to his; just as she would have kissed him she said quietly.
“Yes, I want you, my Angel.”
Then she let her lips brush against his.
A/N: I know! I hate cliffhangers too, but I can’t give it all away at once! Sorry for the lack of ending in this chappie and the lack of smut in the next chap but they need to escape all of Paris hunting them down and they need to get to know each other. Am I right? I know some of you are like, hell no! But I’m writing what the characters need to do first. Hey, I don’t control them; they just tell me what to write!
À bientôt!
La Esméralda
In the midst of Don Juan Triumphant…
As he sang Christine couldn’t help but be drawn in to the melody. These passionate words of love were meant for her alone, not counting the fact that half of Paris was watching. Along with her soon to be husband with dozens of guards. Oh God, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t turn him in, but she had to. It was the only way she could live happily and normally with Raoul. But what kind of life was that? Was it the life of extravagance that she wanted? While these thoughts of a future swirled around in Christine’s head she realized that she had missed her cue. Oh God, her Angel was going to be angry with her! She looked over into his eyes and saw raw anger burning there. How could she ruin this night for him? She looked over at M. Reyer and nodded. He conducted the orchestra to play her cue again and she sang her lyrics.
As she sang the spell-binding words captivated her. She sang for her Angel and only him. He was the reason for her song and it was in that moment of realization that she knew that she could never turn her back to him for Raoul’s world. Her world was with the man standing right in front of her. As she ascended the stairs to the bridge she didn’t sing her code word to indicate that she was in danger. She and Raoul had decided on the word “blossom” because it would fit in with the moment and no one would suspect that she was doing anything conspicuous. She just couldn’t throw this man’s life aside like an old rag; he was far too precious to her. She reached the top of the stairs and practically ran into her Angel’s arms. He spun her around in an erotic manner; just as he had in his Lair those few nights ago. Letting his hands roam her body Christine felt new desires whipping through her, freezing her to the spot. It had never felt like this with Raoul. It could never even compare to the fervor that she felt now. She let her eyes roam towards the audience, particularly up to Box 5 where Raoul was sitting. He looked at her with such pleading eyes. They seemed to scream the question at her, do you still want me?
Sadly, all she could do was shake her head minutely and lean back into the strong arms that held her.
Then, damn him, he started singing that foolish song that Raoul had sung for her. She turned to face him as he did and just listened to the unchecked emotion in his voice.
Say you’ll share with me
One love, one lifetime.
Lead me, save me,
From my solitude.
Say you want me with you,
Here, beside you.
Anywhere you go,
Let me go too.
Christine,
That’s all I ask of…
She didn’t give him a chance to sing the last word as she ripped that hateful mask off his face. He looked so sad as Christine took his face between her palms. She took a step closer and let her lips come close to his; just as she would have kissed him she said quietly.
“Yes, I want you, my Angel.”
Then she let her lips brush against his.
A/N: I know! I hate cliffhangers too, but I can’t give it all away at once! Sorry for the lack of ending in this chappie and the lack of smut in the next chap but they need to escape all of Paris hunting them down and they need to get to know each other. Am I right? I know some of you are like, hell no! But I’m writing what the characters need to do first. Hey, I don’t control them; they just tell me what to write!
À bientôt!
La Esméralda