Disclaimer: Dear Andrew Lloyd Webber, You are my god. I love you, and uh... If I owned anything... Then I would be rich and able to GO SEE IT WHEN I WANTED TO... like now. *Tear*
Chapter Two: Give up forever
"Who was that shape
In the shadows?
Whose is the face
in the mask?."
Erik found a small abandoned cabin about a Kilometre from the Vicomte's estate. If he used his opera glasses he could make out the figures walking around the house. However mostly during the day, he came down to where the road and ridge of forest met and sat among the trees and watched.
Before the first fall of snow the cabin was suitable and cozy enough that he could live there. Little by little he had gone into town and bought clothing and things for the small place. It was a good thing that he had managed to escape with his purse or he would have been in a terrible position he realized.
Everyday around 2 in the afternoon Christine went for a ride on the black stallion. He noted she only rode it when Raoul was not around.
Other then that he noticed that the boy took wonderful care of her and they were happy. It ate away at him to see such simplicity that he would never have. A wife, a family a nice home. That was not God had intended for him, if there was even a God. No he was cursed and blessed all in one; a normal life, for genius. As he would watch them picnic in their backyard he could see that if he couldn't have her, then Raoul was the perfect second. He treated her like a goddess as he did, but he didn't help her explore herself like he had.
"I mustn't criticize." He thought begrudgedly to himself. It wasn't worth it knowing that she was happy.
If Erik had only known that the Vicomte and soon to be Vicomtess were in extreme danger, he would of stepped out of the shadows he often preferred and offered what little help he could of given.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Think of me,
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try."
"Christine, I have to go away again." Raoul told her as they sat in our backyard watching the light dwindle away into darkness.
"Oh Raoul, Again?" She asked saddened, she did not like it when he left. Whenever he was around, she truly was happy, with not a care in the world. However once he left it gave her time to think of old memories. No matter how far she pushed them into the depths of her soul they always returned.
"Yes my love. It has to do with an investment I made. I'm withdrawing my services from a company. Not that this should matter to you love. However on the moment of my return we shall be Wed. Please trust in this, and think of it on the nights I'm away." He said kissing her.
She smiled at his kindness. "Alright love, however, promise to be home as soon as possible." She added.
"I promise." He said kissing her again.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Fear can turn to love
you'll learn to see, to find the man
behind the monster: this . . .
repulsive carcass, who
seems a beast, but secretly
dreams of beauty,
secretly . . .
secretly . . .
However Christine did not think of Raoul's return. Instead she thought of the many enchanted nights she had spent with her Angel, her Phantom.
"This is absolutely silly! I cannot keep doing this to myself!" She said shoving her face into the pillow. Erik was gone, most likely dead from the mob, and even if he wasn't he would never return to face more torture she was accustomed to dealing out.
Would she forever feel that she had let down the man behind the monster? He had once told her that fear could turn to love. Was that what she was experiencing now?
She got up and paced the long corridors of the large house. Raoul had insisted that she should stay with Mme Giry and Meg while he was away the first time he had taken a night trip. However Christine would hear nothing of it.
She had to begin to prove to everyone she wasn't the child everyone thought she was. She was going to do that by becoming a wonderful wife and mother.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"When you find
that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free
-
if you ever find
a moment,
spare a thought for me"
He watched the Vicomte ascend into a carriage that awaited him.
That's odd, Erik thought to himself. If it where me I wouldn't of left her alone he added. Only to have the same lecture run through his head.
Oh how he wanted to go down to her. Find a way into the house and just watch her quietly. He didn't want to harm or touch a hair on her head. Just admire her from as close as he could. It took ever power of his will to stay away.
Chapter Two: Give up forever
"Who was that shape
In the shadows?
Whose is the face
in the mask?."
Erik found a small abandoned cabin about a Kilometre from the Vicomte's estate. If he used his opera glasses he could make out the figures walking around the house. However mostly during the day, he came down to where the road and ridge of forest met and sat among the trees and watched.
Before the first fall of snow the cabin was suitable and cozy enough that he could live there. Little by little he had gone into town and bought clothing and things for the small place. It was a good thing that he had managed to escape with his purse or he would have been in a terrible position he realized.
Everyday around 2 in the afternoon Christine went for a ride on the black stallion. He noted she only rode it when Raoul was not around.
Other then that he noticed that the boy took wonderful care of her and they were happy. It ate away at him to see such simplicity that he would never have. A wife, a family a nice home. That was not God had intended for him, if there was even a God. No he was cursed and blessed all in one; a normal life, for genius. As he would watch them picnic in their backyard he could see that if he couldn't have her, then Raoul was the perfect second. He treated her like a goddess as he did, but he didn't help her explore herself like he had.
"I mustn't criticize." He thought begrudgedly to himself. It wasn't worth it knowing that she was happy.
If Erik had only known that the Vicomte and soon to be Vicomtess were in extreme danger, he would of stepped out of the shadows he often preferred and offered what little help he could of given.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Think of me,
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try."
"Christine, I have to go away again." Raoul told her as they sat in our backyard watching the light dwindle away into darkness.
"Oh Raoul, Again?" She asked saddened, she did not like it when he left. Whenever he was around, she truly was happy, with not a care in the world. However once he left it gave her time to think of old memories. No matter how far she pushed them into the depths of her soul they always returned.
"Yes my love. It has to do with an investment I made. I'm withdrawing my services from a company. Not that this should matter to you love. However on the moment of my return we shall be Wed. Please trust in this, and think of it on the nights I'm away." He said kissing her.
She smiled at his kindness. "Alright love, however, promise to be home as soon as possible." She added.
"I promise." He said kissing her again.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Fear can turn to love
you'll learn to see, to find the man
behind the monster: this . . .
repulsive carcass, who
seems a beast, but secretly
dreams of beauty,
secretly . . .
secretly . . .
However Christine did not think of Raoul's return. Instead she thought of the many enchanted nights she had spent with her Angel, her Phantom.
"This is absolutely silly! I cannot keep doing this to myself!" She said shoving her face into the pillow. Erik was gone, most likely dead from the mob, and even if he wasn't he would never return to face more torture she was accustomed to dealing out.
Would she forever feel that she had let down the man behind the monster? He had once told her that fear could turn to love. Was that what she was experiencing now?
She got up and paced the long corridors of the large house. Raoul had insisted that she should stay with Mme Giry and Meg while he was away the first time he had taken a night trip. However Christine would hear nothing of it.
She had to begin to prove to everyone she wasn't the child everyone thought she was. She was going to do that by becoming a wonderful wife and mother.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"When you find
that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free
-
if you ever find
a moment,
spare a thought for me"
He watched the Vicomte ascend into a carriage that awaited him.
That's odd, Erik thought to himself. If it where me I wouldn't of left her alone he added. Only to have the same lecture run through his head.
Oh how he wanted to go down to her. Find a way into the house and just watch her quietly. He didn't want to harm or touch a hair on her head. Just admire her from as close as he could. It took ever power of his will to stay away.
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try."
"Oh Raoul, Again?" She asked saddened, she did not like it when he left. Whenever he was around, she truly was happy, with not a care in the world. However once he left it gave her time to think of old memories. No matter how far she pushed them into the depths of her soul they always returned.
"Yes my love. It has to do with an investment I made. I'm withdrawing my services from a company. Not that this should matter to you love. However on the moment of my return we shall be Wed. Please trust in this, and think of it on the nights I'm away." He said kissing her.
She smiled at his kindness. "Alright love, however, promise to be home as soon as possible." She added.
"I promise." He said kissing her again.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"Fear can turn to love
you'll learn to see, to find the man
behind the monster: this . . .
repulsive carcass, who
seems a beast, but secretly
dreams of beauty,
secretly . . .
secretly . . .
However Christine did not think of Raoul's return. Instead she thought of the many enchanted nights she had spent with her Angel, her Phantom.
"This is absolutely silly! I cannot keep doing this to myself!" She said shoving her face into the pillow. Erik was gone, most likely dead from the mob, and even if he wasn't he would never return to face more torture she was accustomed to dealing out.
Would she forever feel that she had let down the man behind the monster? He had once told her that fear could turn to love. Was that what she was experiencing now?
She got up and paced the long corridors of the large house. Raoul had insisted that she should stay with Mme Giry and Meg while he was away the first time he had taken a night trip. However Christine would hear nothing of it.
She had to begin to prove to everyone she wasn't the child everyone thought she was. She was going to do that by becoming a wonderful wife and mother.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
"When you find
that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free
-
if you ever find
a moment,
spare a thought for me"
He watched the Vicomte ascend into a carriage that awaited him.
That's odd, Erik thought to himself. If it where me I wouldn't of left her alone he added. Only to have the same lecture run through his head.
Oh how he wanted to go down to her. Find a way into the house and just watch her quietly. He didn't want to harm or touch a hair on her head. Just admire her from as close as he could. It took ever power of his will to stay away.
that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free
- if you ever find
a moment,
spare a thought for me"
That's odd, Erik thought to himself. If it where me I wouldn't of left her alone he added. Only to have the same lecture run through his head.
Oh how he wanted to go down to her. Find a way into the house and just watch her quietly. He didn't want to harm or touch a hair on her head. Just admire her from as close as he could. It took ever power of his will to stay away.