Disclaimer: Dear Andrew Lloyd Webber, You are my god. I love you, and uh... this is all yours...
A/N ~ Clear up a few things, Yes I did have this up before, but I realized I hadn't been giving it my undivided attention, and I would not have anything but my best. Anyways, I changed the first/third person confusion, though I enjoyed that Erik was speaking in first and she was in third, it supposedly was too confusing. I feel that was unfortunate. Anyways, another thing. I haven't read the book since I was like 12/11. I'm sixteen now, and I seriously don't remember a lot about it. I DO remember the play though. So therefore, even though we didn't know his name was Erik from the play, it will probably be the only thing from Susan Kay's book.
Chapter One: Angel Of Music Among Other Things
"Angel of Music!
Guide
and guardian!
Grant to me your
glory!."
Christine sat in the carriage thinking of the events of the last year. Her angel had turned out to be a devil, and there were pieces of her hearts that didn't care.
He had loved and hated her at the same time. He had been callous and hurtful but had allowed her to make the choice. Now she wondered if she had made the right one.
Yes she did, she couldn't question that, and she could not allow herself to think that the perfect life with Raoul was not what she wanted. She felt her hand gently be squeezed, and she looked over to Raoul who gave her an uneasy grin, as if she knew she was questioning her choices. She flashed him a reassuring one to allow him to think nothing was wrong. He seemed satisfied and he turned to stare out his window.
No she cannot keep reliving those last moments with her angel, because if she did she was afraid she would resent Raoul, she loved him, and that was all that mattered. If she thought about what she left behind, which was nothing and everything all in one, she might ask for the carriage to be stopped and turned around.
As though it heard her thoughts the carriage did stop. Slowly Raoul climbed out and took her hand.
"Welcome to your new home, my love." he said happily.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"if he finds me, it won't ever end . . .
and he'll always be there,
singing songs in my head . . .
he'll always be there,
singing songs in my head . . ."
The night surrounded him like the cloak he wore. he had escaped his fate of death, it seemed wrong he did. After all the pain he had caused he should have been condemned to death.
Unfortunately he had realized that was too easy, to allow them to catch him was suicide and he had never believed in it. It was for the weak and he was not weak, and yet he had died in a different way.
He had lost his angel. Yes the night surrounded him and all he could hear was her sweet voice ringing through his ears. Then the song he had written and sang to her made him laugh at the Irony.
Here he was standing outside the mansion Raoul had brought her too and he knew now that he had made the right decision to let her go.
She was an angel, literally, and he could not keep her locked up underneath Paris the rest of her life like himself. No she deserved so much more, so much more then he could give her, and he had given all he could give, now it was this young man's turn.
That is when he made the decision, more of a promise to the young girl he passionately loved, he had not honestly given her all he could give, yes indeed, he gave her all the knowledge he possibly could and she took that.
As for his love, he had given her that too, and he would continue to do so until she died.
So what more could he give? He had once said he was her guardian and guide. He decided would not stop or rest until he saw her live her days out happy.
he would be her angel forever, whether it be apart of her life or from a distance.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Past the point of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point
of no return . . ."
Christine paced around the well-lit room.
Did she want to return or did she not. It was the question that was burning deep into her mind.
Raoul thought she should, she loved the stage and lit it up with her presence. Andre and Fermin surely did too, or they wouldn't or written to her. However, they probably wanted her to be chorus. Then again maybe they didn't. She never truly had known how they had felt about her singing. Carlotta had left the stage since the death of her husband, Piangi. Was she really wanted back? or like Erik, did Raoul pressure them since he was patron of the Theatre.
Erik.
She sat down in her chair and sighed. Slowly she twiddled the lace of her dress between her fingers. Surely he would not be there anymore, is that what she was disappointed about? Did she feel there was no point? No that wasn't it. Or she again chose to believe that wasn't what was making her so confused.
No it was the memories, the sad and terrifying memories.
She picked up the pen to write back.
"Dear Monsieur's..."
Then she put it down. She couldn't deal with such a loaded decision right now. She was going to go out for a ride.
She went to the stables and chose her horse.
"Come Phantom." She clucked and laughed at the Irony. Raoul had named the horse before he had even seen her again, and was afraid that she wouldn't like the strong black steed. However, she was drawn to the horse, black as night and just as strong. Raoul expected her never to ride him, and was sometimes upset when she did. He never would say but she could see his jaw clench when she would ride up to him.
Poor Raoul, she thought. He went through so much trouble. She put him through so much. Oh well, she smiled, soon they would be married and everything would be all right. Erik was most likely dead. She would never see him again, so she could devote her life to Raoul.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Masquerade . . .
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade . . .
Hide your face so the world will never find you . .."
He looked of into the distance and saw her heading towards the stables. She had a beautiful blue silk dress on and a large black cloak. Her brown curls fell down her back and bounced as she walked towards the magnificent creatures in their cages. She choose a black stallion,
"Would have been my choice as well, my dear." He said under my breath.
He looked up at the sun; it had been many years since he had been out in the day. The risk was too high he had always thought. No one would understand. Only one had ever, and that was she.
Slowly he climbed down the hillside to get a better look, only to find it was very difficult in a three-piece tux and a cape, but he managed as best he could. He watched as she mounted her horse and kicked to take off.
He smiled faintly; she seemed so elegant even when she rode.
He watched as she took of in another direction before moving again. That night was spent in the forest amongst the stars. It was a beautiful sight and though he would love to do it again, he realized he had to find living quarters. He certainly couldn't go back to the Theatre; he had tried that after the police had left. Unfortunately they had blocked off the tunnels with sand bags. He didn't know if they intended to permanently do it later.
Oh those Catacomb's, He thought. They had been his haven for a large portion of his life. Now he could most likely never return. All for the price of a love he never did truly receive.
No he would find somewhere. So he began to walk through the forest, looking at all it's splendour. He had not seen such beauty since he had seen Christine's face up close. No he would stay here amongst the forest, it would be his new mask. He would trade one beauty for another.
Chapter One: Angel Of Music Among Other Things
"Angel of Music!
Guide
and guardian!
Grant to me your
glory!."
Christine sat in the carriage thinking of the events of the last year. Her angel had turned out to be a devil, and there were pieces of her hearts that didn't care.
He had loved and hated her at the same time. He had been callous and hurtful but had allowed her to make the choice. Now she wondered if she had made the right one.
Yes she did, she couldn't question that, and she could not allow herself to think that the perfect life with Raoul was not what she wanted. She felt her hand gently be squeezed, and she looked over to Raoul who gave her an uneasy grin, as if she knew she was questioning her choices. She flashed him a reassuring one to allow him to think nothing was wrong. He seemed satisfied and he turned to stare out his window.
No she cannot keep reliving those last moments with her angel, because if she did she was afraid she would resent Raoul, she loved him, and that was all that mattered. If she thought about what she left behind, which was nothing and everything all in one, she might ask for the carriage to be stopped and turned around.
As though it heard her thoughts the carriage did stop. Slowly Raoul climbed out and took her hand.
"Welcome to your new home, my love." he said happily.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"if he finds me, it won't ever end . . .
and he'll always be there,
singing songs in my head . . .
he'll always be there,
singing songs in my head . . ."
The night surrounded him like the cloak he wore. he had escaped his fate of death, it seemed wrong he did. After all the pain he had caused he should have been condemned to death.
Unfortunately he had realized that was too easy, to allow them to catch him was suicide and he had never believed in it. It was for the weak and he was not weak, and yet he had died in a different way.
He had lost his angel. Yes the night surrounded him and all he could hear was her sweet voice ringing through his ears. Then the song he had written and sang to her made him laugh at the Irony.
Here he was standing outside the mansion Raoul had brought her too and he knew now that he had made the right decision to let her go.
She was an angel, literally, and he could not keep her locked up underneath Paris the rest of her life like himself. No she deserved so much more, so much more then he could give her, and he had given all he could give, now it was this young man's turn.
That is when he made the decision, more of a promise to the young girl he passionately loved, he had not honestly given her all he could give, yes indeed, he gave her all the knowledge he possibly could and she took that.
As for his love, he had given her that too, and he would continue to do so until she died.
So what more could he give? He had once said he was her guardian and guide. He decided would not stop or rest until he saw her live her days out happy.
he would be her angel forever, whether it be apart of her life or from a distance.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Past the point of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point
of no return . . ."
Christine paced around the well-lit room.
Did she want to return or did she not. It was the question that was burning deep into her mind.
Raoul thought she should, she loved the stage and lit it up with her presence. Andre and Fermin surely did too, or they wouldn't or written to her. However, they probably wanted her to be chorus. Then again maybe they didn't. She never truly had known how they had felt about her singing. Carlotta had left the stage since the death of her husband, Piangi. Was she really wanted back? or like Erik, did Raoul pressure them since he was patron of the Theatre.
Erik.
She sat down in her chair and sighed. Slowly she twiddled the lace of her dress between her fingers. Surely he would not be there anymore, is that what she was disappointed about? Did she feel there was no point? No that wasn't it. Or she again chose to believe that wasn't what was making her so confused.
No it was the memories, the sad and terrifying memories.
She picked up the pen to write back.
"Dear Monsieur's..."
Then she put it down. She couldn't deal with such a loaded decision right now. She was going to go out for a ride.
She went to the stables and chose her horse.
"Come Phantom." She clucked and laughed at the Irony. Raoul had named the horse before he had even seen her again, and was afraid that she wouldn't like the strong black steed. However, she was drawn to the horse, black as night and just as strong. Raoul expected her never to ride him, and was sometimes upset when she did. He never would say but she could see his jaw clench when she would ride up to him.
Poor Raoul, she thought. He went through so much trouble. She put him through so much. Oh well, she smiled, soon they would be married and everything would be all right. Erik was most likely dead. She would never see him again, so she could devote her life to Raoul.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Masquerade . . .
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade . . .
Hide your face so the world will never find you . .."
He looked of into the distance and saw her heading towards the stables. She had a beautiful blue silk dress on and a large black cloak. Her brown curls fell down her back and bounced as she walked towards the magnificent creatures in their cages. She choose a black stallion,
"Would have been my choice as well, my dear." He said under my breath.
He looked up at the sun; it had been many years since he had been out in the day. The risk was too high he had always thought. No one would understand. Only one had ever, and that was she.
Slowly he climbed down the hillside to get a better look, only to find it was very difficult in a three-piece tux and a cape, but he managed as best he could. He watched as she mounted her horse and kicked to take off.
He smiled faintly; she seemed so elegant even when she rode.
He watched as she took of in another direction before moving again. That night was spent in the forest amongst the stars. It was a beautiful sight and though he would love to do it again, he realized he had to find living quarters. He certainly couldn't go back to the Theatre; he had tried that after the police had left. Unfortunately they had blocked off the tunnels with sand bags. He didn't know if they intended to permanently do it later.
Oh those Catacomb's, He thought. They had been his haven for a large portion of his life. Now he could most likely never return. All for the price of a love he never did truly receive.
No he would find somewhere. So he began to walk through the forest, looking at all it's splendour. He had not seen such beauty since he had seen Christine's face up close. No he would stay here amongst the forest, it would be his new mask. He would trade one beauty for another.
and he'll always be there,
singing songs in my head . . .
he'll always be there,
singing songs in my head . . ."
Unfortunately he had realized that was too easy, to allow them to catch him was suicide and he had never believed in it. It was for the weak and he was not weak, and yet he had died in a different way.
He had lost his angel. Yes the night surrounded him and all he could hear was her sweet voice ringing through his ears. Then the song he had written and sang to her made him laugh at the Irony.
Here he was standing outside the mansion Raoul had brought her too and he knew now that he had made the right decision to let her go.
She was an angel, literally, and he could not keep her locked up underneath Paris the rest of her life like himself. No she deserved so much more, so much more then he could give her, and he had given all he could give, now it was this young man's turn.
That is when he made the decision, more of a promise to the young girl he passionately loved, he had not honestly given her all he could give, yes indeed, he gave her all the knowledge he possibly could and she took that.
As for his love, he had given her that too, and he would continue to do so until she died.
So what more could he give? He had once said he was her guardian and guide. He decided would not stop or rest until he saw her live her days out happy.
he would be her angel forever, whether it be apart of her life or from a distance.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Past the point of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point
of no return . . ."
Christine paced around the well-lit room.
Did she want to return or did she not. It was the question that was burning deep into her mind.
Raoul thought she should, she loved the stage and lit it up with her presence. Andre and Fermin surely did too, or they wouldn't or written to her. However, they probably wanted her to be chorus. Then again maybe they didn't. She never truly had known how they had felt about her singing. Carlotta had left the stage since the death of her husband, Piangi. Was she really wanted back? or like Erik, did Raoul pressure them since he was patron of the Theatre.
Erik.
She sat down in her chair and sighed. Slowly she twiddled the lace of her dress between her fingers. Surely he would not be there anymore, is that what she was disappointed about? Did she feel there was no point? No that wasn't it. Or she again chose to believe that wasn't what was making her so confused.
No it was the memories, the sad and terrifying memories.
She picked up the pen to write back.
"Dear Monsieur's..."
Then she put it down. She couldn't deal with such a loaded decision right now. She was going to go out for a ride.
She went to the stables and chose her horse.
"Come Phantom." She clucked and laughed at the Irony. Raoul had named the horse before he had even seen her again, and was afraid that she wouldn't like the strong black steed. However, she was drawn to the horse, black as night and just as strong. Raoul expected her never to ride him, and was sometimes upset when she did. He never would say but she could see his jaw clench when she would ride up to him.
Poor Raoul, she thought. He went through so much trouble. She put him through so much. Oh well, she smiled, soon they would be married and everything would be all right. Erik was most likely dead. She would never see him again, so she could devote her life to Raoul.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Masquerade . . .
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade . . .
Hide your face so the world will never find you . .."
He looked of into the distance and saw her heading towards the stables. She had a beautiful blue silk dress on and a large black cloak. Her brown curls fell down her back and bounced as she walked towards the magnificent creatures in their cages. She choose a black stallion,
"Would have been my choice as well, my dear." He said under my breath.
He looked up at the sun; it had been many years since he had been out in the day. The risk was too high he had always thought. No one would understand. Only one had ever, and that was she.
Slowly he climbed down the hillside to get a better look, only to find it was very difficult in a three-piece tux and a cape, but he managed as best he could. He watched as she mounted her horse and kicked to take off.
He smiled faintly; she seemed so elegant even when she rode.
He watched as she took of in another direction before moving again. That night was spent in the forest amongst the stars. It was a beautiful sight and though he would love to do it again, he realized he had to find living quarters. He certainly couldn't go back to the Theatre; he had tried that after the police had left. Unfortunately they had blocked off the tunnels with sand bags. He didn't know if they intended to permanently do it later.
Oh those Catacomb's, He thought. They had been his haven for a large portion of his life. Now he could most likely never return. All for the price of a love he never did truly receive.
No he would find somewhere. So he began to walk through the forest, looking at all it's splendour. He had not seen such beauty since he had seen Christine's face up close. No he would stay here amongst the forest, it would be his new mask. He would trade one beauty for another.
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade . . .
Hide your face so the world will never find you . .."
"Would have been my choice as well, my dear." He said under my breath.
He looked up at the sun; it had been many years since he had been out in the day. The risk was too high he had always thought. No one would understand. Only one had ever, and that was she.
Slowly he climbed down the hillside to get a better look, only to find it was very difficult in a three-piece tux and a cape, but he managed as best he could. He watched as she mounted her horse and kicked to take off.
He smiled faintly; she seemed so elegant even when she rode.
He watched as she took of in another direction before moving again. That night was spent in the forest amongst the stars. It was a beautiful sight and though he would love to do it again, he realized he had to find living quarters. He certainly couldn't go back to the Theatre; he had tried that after the police had left. Unfortunately they had blocked off the tunnels with sand bags. He didn't know if they intended to permanently do it later.
Oh those Catacomb's, He thought. They had been his haven for a large portion of his life. Now he could most likely never return. All for the price of a love he never did truly receive.
No he would find somewhere. So he began to walk through the forest, looking at all it's splendour. He had not seen such beauty since he had seen Christine's face up close. No he would stay here amongst the forest, it would be his new mask. He would trade one beauty for another.