Disclaimer~ K, if I owned it all, Erik would of found me! yeah that's right me! and we would live together in his wonderful underworld, and i would show him the love he so rightfully deserved! but I DONT... so CHRISTINE LEFT HIM TO ROT!
an~ damn being away for a week, sorry bout the non updates!
Chapter Four: Moving on
Think of it!
A secret engagement!
Look - your future bride!
Just think of it!
"I now prenounce you husband and wife." The catholic priest said in his thick French accent and for the first time since the night on the roof, Raoul kissed her on the lips.
If Christine hadn't been so happy, she would of noticed how her thoughts told her that the simple kiss was not one of passion, but of protection, that is what it had always been with Raoul. He was her guardian angel, when Erik had been her angel of music.
Music had been her passion, therefore their kiss had been deeper, and darker then she had ever experienced.
"Christine!" Meg screeched in her blind happiness. She watched the small dancer come running towards her nearly tripping over the long brides maid dresses that she was not use to wearing.
However Meg was not use to wearing dresses period, she was always in her ballet drab.
"Christine it was simply marvellous, you looked exquisite! Maman cried! I have never seen such a sight! And Firmin and Andre said they have never seen such a beauty as you! Does that mean you will be returning? Are the rumours of your return to the Opera Populaire as the new Prima Donna true!? Is that champagne?" Meg said speeding, passed Christine towards the drinks behind her.
She laughed at her friend's happy exterior, while on the inside she was terrified. There was too many people here, staring and gossiping. Her Raoul was a man of stature and society; she was just a lowly opera singer.
She knew most thought that Raoul would have his little affair and be off with her, knowing she could never be a suitable wife, however, he proved them all wrong when he said his vows to her up there, in front of them all.
"Are you alright my love?" Raoul said from behind her and she turned.
His handsome face was plagued with worry, and she couldn't help but smile at the care he was displaying.
"Of course, dear. I was just noticing your brother and Meg talking in the corner." She said pointing in the corner.
"Maybe you set an example for him, and he no longer thinks he's above the everyday ballet theatre rat." she said with a mischievous smile she rarely showed most.
"Maybe." He said with a smile and pecked her lips. Again Christine looked at all the masked disapproving faces at her. This reminded her of the masquerade ball. They were all wearing masks to hide their true face.
"Masquerade, paper faces on parade,
Hide your face so the world will never find you..."
She hummed to herself.
"What's that Christine?" Raoul asked beside her, in fact not hearing what she hummed.
"Nothing, love, let us dance." She said extending her hand to him so he could lead her to the floor. If she were to be the centre of attention for this little charade, then she might as well do what she could do best.
She would give them a show.
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_/___\_
(*)_*
Say you want me with you,
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go
let me go too -
Christine
that's all I ask of . . .
You.
it has always been you Christine, and always will be, and now knowing how you feel, his thoughts trailed off.
He could hear the music being played below, and he felt a piece of his heart stuck in his throat.
I refuse to look, I refuse to look, I refuse to look! He thought to himself.
Closing his eyes, he tried to sing to himself.
"Masquerade, paper faces, on parade..." but still the harmonious music played on, filling his ears, his home, and his soul.
The sweetness of it was all the more bitter for him, for he knew it was her wedding, and he should be standing beside her, he should be the one down there dancing, and laughing and playfully bantering back and forth.
Damn her for doing this to him still, how could he be so blind? She was only good for one thing and that was dealing him blows that made him stagger.
But how could he truly blame her? He loved her, and as fate would have it, so did she.
How stupid of him to think he could be her guardian angel without the pain that it would cause, he must face the facts.
He was not her father.
He was not her husband.
He was just the man who loved her.
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_/___\_
(*)_*
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
What a change!
You're really not a bit
the gawkish girl that once you were...
Raoul spun Christine around the dance floor happily laughing at the sudden change in her. She was back to his Christine, for rarely did she drift off into space like she use too. A habit that she developed after leaving the shadows of the phantoms underground lair.
No when he returned she was very welcoming and happy, saying she had made peace with her ghost. For that he had returned to her in slumber to say his final goodbye.
Oh how happy he was that things turned out the way they did, for he knew that at this very moment he could be laying at the bottom of the icy underground lake, instead of gazing into his wife's soft blue eyes.
He had always really underestimated Erik's power until he was praying for his life on the end of the Punjab lasso. He had thought that his life was over until he had given Christine back.
He had given her back! Oh how glorious that was. He did not like Erik, but could no longer hate him, knowing that he undeniably loved her as much as he. Raoul was willing to die so she could be free, and Erik was too, because without her, he surely did die.
Of course, if he ever saw Erik he would have to call the proper authorities, the man was a murderer and should pay for his crimes against society. He did not know if what Christine said was true, but he doubted that he was still alive.
Of course, the phantom could escape the mob, but Erik wasn't a phantom, he was a man.
A man that was surely captured and dead.
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_/___\_
(*)_*
You alone
can make my song take flight -
it's over now, the music of the night . . .
Christine awoke in the most perfect way.
The sun shone lazily through her curtains and the bird chirped out a beautiful melody to fill the quiet air.
She sighed and closed her eyes again to remember her dreams from the previous night.
Erik had come to say goodbye, and she had poured out all the pain she had been harbouring inside of her. No longer would she be distant or cold to her husband-to-be. No everything was to be ok now. She could let go of the past and start a new future from its shambles.
Her phantom was now really a phantom.
As well as an angel.
She got up and walked over to her desk where the letter from the previous few days had been sitting at a stalemate,
Dear monsieur's.
I would like to inform you I would be honoured as well as delighted to be rejoining the Opera Populaire as the new Prima Donna in Hannibal, it is unfortunate of Mlle. Carlotta leaving, however, if she is not to return maybe you will think of further employment? We shall discuss my contract hopefully soon.
Also I would be honoured if you are guests at my wedding to Raoul de Changy. Please do attend, for I think of most of the Opera Populaire as my family.
Sincerely
Christine Daae.
With that out of the way, she began to prepare for Raoul's arrival, they would have a lot to discuss on his return. Especially plans for their wedding.
If Christine had made her bed that day, like she normally did, instead of had a maid do it, she would of noticed the small simple gold band Erik had laid on her pillow before it fell down the side of her bed.
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go
let me go too -
Christine
that's all I ask of . . .
it has always been you Christine, and always will be, and now knowing how you feel, his thoughts trailed off.
He could hear the music being played below, and he felt a piece of his heart stuck in his throat.
I refuse to look, I refuse to look, I refuse to look! He thought to himself. Closing his eyes, he tried to sing to himself.
"Masquerade, paper faces, on parade..." but still the harmonious music played on, filling his ears, his home, and his soul.
The sweetness of it was all the more bitter for him, for he knew it was her wedding, and he should be standing beside her, he should be the one down there dancing, and laughing and playfully bantering back and forth.
Damn her for doing this to him still, how could he be so blind? She was only good for one thing and that was dealing him blows that made him stagger.
But how could he truly blame her? He loved her, and as fate would have it, so did she.
How stupid of him to think he could be her guardian angel without the pain that it would cause, he must face the facts.
He was not her father.
He was not her husband.
He was just the man who loved her.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
What a change!
You're really not a bit
the gawkish girl that once you were...
Raoul spun Christine around the dance floor happily laughing at the sudden change in her. She was back to his Christine, for rarely did she drift off into space like she use too. A habit that she developed after leaving the shadows of the phantoms underground lair.
No when he returned she was very welcoming and happy, saying she had made peace with her ghost. For that he had returned to her in slumber to say his final goodbye.
Oh how happy he was that things turned out the way they did, for he knew that at this very moment he could be laying at the bottom of the icy underground lake, instead of gazing into his wife's soft blue eyes.
He had always really underestimated Erik's power until he was praying for his life on the end of the Punjab lasso. He had thought that his life was over until he had given Christine back.
He had given her back! Oh how glorious that was. He did not like Erik, but could no longer hate him, knowing that he undeniably loved her as much as he. Raoul was willing to die so she could be free, and Erik was too, because without her, he surely did die.
Of course, if he ever saw Erik he would have to call the proper authorities, the man was a murderer and should pay for his crimes against society. He did not know if what Christine said was true, but he doubted that he was still alive.
Of course, the phantom could escape the mob, but Erik wasn't a phantom, he was a man.
A man that was surely captured and dead.
___
_/___\_
(*)_*
You alone
can make my song take flight -
it's over now, the music of the night . . .
Christine awoke in the most perfect way.
The sun shone lazily through her curtains and the bird chirped out a beautiful melody to fill the quiet air.
She sighed and closed her eyes again to remember her dreams from the previous night.
Erik had come to say goodbye, and she had poured out all the pain she had been harbouring inside of her. No longer would she be distant or cold to her husband-to-be. No everything was to be ok now. She could let go of the past and start a new future from its shambles.
Her phantom was now really a phantom.
As well as an angel.
She got up and walked over to her desk where the letter from the previous few days had been sitting at a stalemate,
Dear monsieur's.
I would like to inform you I would be honoured as well as delighted to be rejoining the Opera Populaire as the new Prima Donna in Hannibal, it is unfortunate of Mlle. Carlotta leaving, however, if she is not to return maybe you will think of further employment? We shall discuss my contract hopefully soon.
Also I would be honoured if you are guests at my wedding to Raoul de Changy. Please do attend, for I think of most of the Opera Populaire as my family.
Sincerely
Christine Daae.
With that out of the way, she began to prepare for Raoul's arrival, they would have a lot to discuss on his return. Especially plans for their wedding.
If Christine had made her bed that day, like she normally did, instead of had a maid do it, she would of noticed the small simple gold band Erik had laid on her pillow before it fell down the side of her bed.
can make my song take flight -
it's over now, the music of the night . . .
The sun shone lazily through her curtains and the bird chirped out a beautiful melody to fill the quiet air.
She sighed and closed her eyes again to remember her dreams from the previous night.
Erik had come to say goodbye, and she had poured out all the pain she had been harbouring inside of her. No longer would she be distant or cold to her husband-to-be. No everything was to be ok now. She could let go of the past and start a new future from its shambles.
Her phantom was now really a phantom.
As well as an angel.
She got up and walked over to her desk where the letter from the previous few days had been sitting at a stalemate,
Dear monsieur's.
I would like to inform you I would be honoured as well as delighted to be rejoining the Opera Populaire as the new Prima Donna in Hannibal, it is unfortunate of Mlle. Carlotta leaving, however, if she is not to return maybe you will think of further employment? We shall discuss my contract hopefully soon.
Also I would be honoured if you are guests at my wedding to Raoul de Changy. Please do attend, for I think of most of the Opera Populaire as my family.
Sincerely Christine Daae.
With that out of the way, she began to prepare for Raoul's arrival, they would have a lot to discuss on his return. Especially plans for their wedding.
If Christine had made her bed that day, like she normally did, instead of had a maid do it, she would of noticed the small simple gold band Erik had laid on her pillow before it fell down the side of her bed.