Disclaimer: I do not own PotO ar any of it's characters. But if Gaston Leroux, or Andrew Loyd Webber would like to give them to me I would be a very happy person.
He looked at his lair. He went over to his organ and started to play Ayesha rubbed against
his skin. He tried to take his mind off his plan for the upcoming performance.
What if something goes wrong?
What if they find out?
He stroked his cat and listened to her purr. He felt that something would go wrong. He
couldn't imagine what. He planed it all out perfectly. He then relized that his plan could be
instantly sabotoshed.
She would know.
She would recognize my voice.
Erik thought as he relized Christine would know the voice that hounted all her thoughts and dreams.
She wouldn't, he thought, Could she betray her angel, her teacher, her phantom?
Secretly though, he knew she could. She did it on the roof. He recalled that night so well.
He went over a checklist in his mind, he knew he had to be unseen and unheard as he went
up to perform, he remained hidden. His Punjab Lasso hidden within his cape. He went
on, and sang what might be the last song he sang with her and he sang as he remembered
when he had first sang for her and it filled him with joy.
"You have come here
In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which till now
Has been silent
Silent.
I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses
Completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me
No second thoughts
You've decided
Decided.
Past the point of no return
No backward glances
The games we've played till now are at an end
Past all thought of "if" or "when"
No use resisting
Abandon thought and let the dream descend
What raging FIRE shall flood the soul
What rich desire unlocks its door
What sweet seduction lies before us?
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
What warm unspoken secrets
Will we learn
beyond the point of no return?"
She knew it was him. There was no other voice as angelic he was her angel of music. Dare
she expose him and vanquish all her memories of him? His voice filled her soul with a
flaming desire that no other person, not even Raoul could manage. She needed to decide,
though it may be only one of many that night.
"You have brought me
To that moment when words run dry
To that moment when speech disappears
Into silence
Silence.
I have come here,
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent,
Now I am here with you
No second thoughts
I've decided
Decided.
Past the point of no return
No going back now
Our passion-play has now at last begun.
Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
How long should we two wait before we're one?
When will the blood begin to race
The sleeping bud burst into bloom
When will the flames at last consume us?"
Then she waited for her angels voice to join her.
"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."
He sang pretending he could win her heart back from Raoul. He knew though that her soul belonged to him and to him alone. No matter where she went or who she married he'd always be there, the angel of music, singing songs in her head.
"Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Lead me, save me from my solitude
Say you'll want me
With you here
Beside you
Anywhere you go
Let me go too
Christine that's all I ask of…"
Time stood still for that one moment as she peeled away that mask, that mask which hid
more than a face, it hid a secret untold a past unknown. She had to she wasn't sure why
but she did, she took of the mask.
What have I done?
She wasn't sure quite what she did but all she could think about was the feel of Erik's hand
as he dragged her off stage and to the Lair. She had betrayed him and this may be where
she was ment to spend the rest of her days. She couldn't tell what was going on but she
knew it could only end badly...
TBC
A/N: If I get good reveiws I willl finsh it, and I might. but a warning to all who wish to flame me: I have a bag of marshmallows and chocolates and I am craving s'mores.