Phantom fic: Always (Erik/Christine)
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fandomaniaTitle: Always
Type: FPHet (Phantom of the Opera)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
uinendolothen
Rating: graphic, adult material
Pairing: Erik/Christine
Disclaimer: It's fanfiction. No money being made. All characters belong to Leroux and Webber.
Beta:trystan830 & obselizabeth
Summary: My version of Christine choosing Erik over Raoul.
Word Count: 4,931 (not including lyrics)
Date Written: finished on November 8, 2006
Author's Note: ALW, movie-based universe (aka, Gerry's Phantom)
Archive:muse_of_uinen
Skilled fingers danced over the keyboard of the majestic organ. The sweet sound of a haunting melody wafted through the Phantom's lair. When Christine finally stirred, the music surrounded her, and as she gracefully stepped from the grand swan bed, it seemed to her as if the music carried her to her Angel.
His fingers stilled as he sensed her presence. Slowly, so slowly, he turned to look at her. Seemingly of its own volition, her hand reached out to him, to stroke the cheek not covered by his mask. Her Angel turned into her touch and the feel of him nuzzling her palm sent a jolt through her that she'd never experienced before.
Afraid of this new sensation, she forced herself to focus on the smoothness of his skin. He was so relaxed, so tolerant of her actions, that her fingers skimmed across his face to fondle the edge of his mask. When he didn't pull away from her, she took that as permission and peeled the mask off.
Apparently she'd misinterpreted him because a mere second later, she found herself knocked to the ground as he raged at her. Over and over he yelled and screamed until she thought surely his voice should have left him. Finally he dropped to his knees before her. He bowed his head in an apparent act of contrition and began to sing softly – about his deformity which caused him such guilt and shame and of his desire to be seen for who he truly was, the man behind the mask.
His words rang in her mind.
This repulsive carcass, who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly… secretly.1
She handed his mask to him, watched as he carefully placed it over the disfigured portion of his face, and sat still as a statue when he rose to his feet. He made an imposing figure and she didn't know what was expected of her now. Eventually he spoke; his voice sounded weary.
"Come, we must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you."
Her Angel beckoned to her with one hand, commanding her to follow him. Her voice, that voice he had worked so diligently to train, left her. Christine shook her head. She got to her feet but stood her ground. He stared at her in confusion but slowly retraced his steps until he stood in front of her.
"We must go," he insisted.
"Tell me your name," Christine whispered.
The Phantom looked away from her piercing gaze momentarily. He returned his eyes to hers, his bewilderment evident."Why?"
Christine shuddered as his deep baritone washed over her."You know my name." She felt herself growing more confident in the presence of her Angel."And I want to know yours, my Angel."
"I have no name," he answered harshly."I am the Opera Ghost, a mere phantom."
Shaking her head, she repeated,"I want to know your name." Nothing could have drawn he eyes away from his. She was sure she'd caught a glimpse of his soul just then. No longer did she fear him."Please," she begged softly."Please tell me."
Her Angel looked upon her for several seconds more before a scowl marred his visible features. Abruptly he turned."Come, we must return," he said again."Now." His tone was clear and firm and left no room for argument.
Christine followed dutifully behind him. As he helped her into his gondola, she taunted him with,"Am I to call you Master, then?"
His grip on her arm tightened and he yanked her out of the boat."What is the meaning of this insolence?" he demanded."Are you trying to test my patience?"
Truthfully, she didn't know what she was doing, other than she'd discovered that she could provoke such passionate reactions in this man and she wondered how far she could push him. And a part of her wondered what he would do when forced to his limit.
"No, Master," she replied.
Both of his hands held her firmly now, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her upper arms."Why are you doing this?" He shook her fiercely."Why?"
"Why are you doing this?" she retorted, her voice as fierce as his mannerisms.
Her Angel merely glared at her. He turned her roughly and urged her into the boat, then got in behind her. Not a single word was spoken as he steered them through the maze of watery tunnels below the opera house. Finally she was delivered to her room in silence. She watched her Angel, her Master as she thought of him now, turn with a swoosh of his cape and disappear from sight.
~~~~~
Christine did not see him again until the Masquerade Ball. That evening, she angered him greatly. She had felt his strong affection for her as he made his way down the grand staircase toward her. It had washed over her like a wave. But then he'd noticed the necklace she wore, with Raoul's ring hanging from the thin chain. As he'd ripped it from her neck, his words sliced though her soul.
Your chains are still mine. You belong to me!2
Then he'd dropped with a flourish through an opening that had appeared beneath his feet. She'd watched in horror as Raoul disappeared behind him. As fear tore through her, she was shocked to realize that it was her Angel's fate she worried about more.
~~~~~
When her Angel, her Master, stepped onto the stage with her in the middle of the premiere performance of his opera, her heart nearly stopped beating. His voice, that sensual, seductive voice, surrounded her and she was again under his spell. She sang to him. She sang for him.
Their voices danced together, each complimenting the other in ways that Christine had never imagined. She felt his raw power. It emanated from him like shock waves. Suddenly Raoul's idea seemed terrible to her. She didn't want her Master to be caught. She didn't want him taken from her. She wanted to learn everything she ever needed to learn from this man.
At the same time, Christine didn't see how they would make it through the performance without him being taken from her. She had to do her part, if only to escape from harm, although she suspected he would hate her for what she was about to do.
They ascended opposing spiral staircases and slowly made their way towards each other across the bridge above the stage. Once they reached each other and their song concluded, her Angel began to sing to her and to her alone. The words were meant for her ears only, although the entire theater was privy to them.
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…3
Before he could finish his line, she grabbed for his mask, pulling it and, inadvertently, his wig off at the same time. The audience gasped in horror. Christine knew she would never, as long as she lived, forget the look of utter betrayal that came into her Angel's eyes. In a split second, though, he was absolutely seething. He pulled a sword from its sheath and sliced through a thick rope. Christine had no idea what was happening until she heard terrified screams echoing throughout the auditorium. A glance out at the crowd revealed the chandelier swaying precariously.
'Oh, Angel, what have you done?' she thought. 'What have I forced you to do?'
Suddenly one of his arms surrounded her waist and pulled her flush against him. Before she could wonder what his next move was to be, they were falling straight down, through a trapdoor in the platform and then through the stage.
In anger, he led her down into the bowels of the opera house, his fury manifesting itself in bitter words and brutal handling of her as they went. His words filled her with shame, the knowledge that she'd play a vital role in his self-loathing at the forefront of her young mind.
Christine wished she'd been stronger, that she hadn't succumbed to Raoul's promises of a better life with him. Her Angel had taken her under his wing long ago. He'd given her the gift of his music, given her her voice. How could she deny him anything he wanted?
They finally reached his lair and his words as he lifted her from the boat broke her heart.
Met with hatred everywhere
No kind words from anyone
No compassion anywhere
Christine … why? Why?4
He dragged her across the floor, hardly giving her a chance to catch her footing as they went. Minutes later, she was wearing the wedding dress she'd seen on her first visit to his home. Panic surged through her, the reality of the situation finally weighing on her.
Christine felt ridiculously young at that moment. Wearing a glorious gown that seemed far too mature, so close to this man who captivated and enthralled her, wreaked havoc on her mind. Fear overwhelmed her and she lashed out at her Angel.
Have you gorged yourself at last
in your lust for blood?
Am I now to be prey
to your lust for flesh?4
His eyes grew cold as he answered her.
That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood
Has also denied me the joys of the flesh...
This face, the infection which poisons our love . . .
This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing
A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing
Pity comes too late
Turn around and face your fate
An eternity of THIS before your eyes4
An elegant ring was pressed into her hand. Christine looked down at it in awe. There was barely time to contemplate this latest development before Raoul reached the gate of the lair.
Several intense minutes passed, with each participant threatening or pleading with another. The culmination came when her Angel forced her to choose. In morbid fascination, she watched as the rope around Raoul's neck was pulled tighter. Her choice? What other choice could she possibly make at that moment? As she slipped his ring on her finger, she made her decision.
Pitiful creature of darkness,
What kind of life have you known?
God give me courage to show you,
You are not alone...4
And then she kissed her Angel for the first time. She meant for it to be a brief, chaste kiss but something seemed to shatter within her. She was feelings things she'd never experienced and she wanted more. Pulling away, she stared up into his face in wonder. The passion he stirred within was evident on her face, and in her actions, as she captured his lips once more.
Christine would likely have not moved had it not been for the sounds of an angry mob growing closer. Her Angel tensed and roughly pushed her away. He ordered them to go, to flee before the crowd discovered them.
Trembling from confusion, Christine did as he bade her. He was her Master, after all. She ran to Raoul and freed him. The young man grasped her hand and beseeched her to go with him. She moved to follow him until she remembered that she wore her Angel's ring. The sweet words whispered by Raoul fell on deaf ears as she came to an immediate halt.
"I must give this back to him," she whispered, turning and trudging through the shallow lake as quickly as she could. She found him listening to his music box. The sweet, tinkling melody sent shivers down her spine.
When her Angel noticed her, he looked at her with such hope that she wasn't sure her legs were going to support her any longer. His declaration of his love for her made her next task almost unbearable. She crossed to him and gently placed the ring in his palm, curling his fingers over it. Then she turned away from him to hurry back to Raoul.
Christine made it as far as the lake when she heard her Angel.
You alone, can make my song take flight
It's over now, the music of the night!4
"Go, Raoul," she ordered hoarsely.
Her lover stared at her in shock and dismay."Christine?" Raoul started toward her but she'd already engaged the lever to drop the portcullis.
"I cannot leave him," she called across the water.
Raoul clung to the bars that had descended before him."Christine!" he implored.
"Go, Raoul. My place is with him." Her eyes showed her determination. The shouting of the mob could be heard again."Stop them, Raoul. Do whatever you must, but please, stop them." Christine heard glass shattering behind her and her sense of urgency increased."If you truly love me, please do as I ask." Her next words echoed her Angel."Don't let them find us."
With that, Christine turned away to race up the steps to her Angel. What she found at the top horrified her. Every mirror had been smashed save for one – the one he stood before. He swung a large candle holder, cracking the glass. He swung again and the mirror shattered. A gaping hole appeared behind the mirror.
As he started to step through it, she cried,"Wait!"
He froze. Slowly, he turned around, his face a mixture of fear and doubt. She understood how wary he must be around her now, with as many times as she'd accepted and then rejected him.
Approaching him cautiously, she held out her hands to him in supplication."You are my master," she sighed."You taught me and nurtured me all these years without asking for anything in return."
"Except your love," he spat bitterly. Before he could say anything more, fresh shouts and curses from the mob pierced the air."They're coming, Christine. You aren't safe here." His eyes darted wildly around."Where's your precious vicomte?"
"I sent him to stop them," Christine answered."I won't let them hurt you." She cast her eyes downward for a moment, then looked straight into his eyes."I love you."
The fierce protectiveness in her voice surprised him and he stared at her in wonder for a long moment."We must go, then. Someone will find us." He took her hand in his."Come," he commanded and led her through the hole in the mirror. A thick curtain dropped into place, hiding the opening from view.
Christine froze on the spot. It was pitch dark in the tunnel, or what she assumed was a tunnel. She couldn't actually tell.
Her Angel tugged on her hand."Stay beside me and you will be fine. I know every passage in this Opera House. You will come to no harm with me."
His promise sent a shiver down her spine. She believed him intrinsically. Moving closer to him, she tightly gripped his hand. It seemed to her they moved as one. Again she was overcome by the depth of passion he stirred within her.
It seemed an eternity before they eventually exited the dank, blackened underworld that had been his home for so many years. Christine gaped in amazement. How far from the Opera House they were, she couldn't tell. They most certainly weren't in the middle of the city any longer, though.
Her Angel turned to her, still grasping both her hands."I must know, Christine," he whispered."Is this truly your choice? If you come with me, we will never be able to return."
"I choose you, my Angel," she replied, her tone firm.
"Erik," he said softly, looking away from her."My name is Erik."
~~~~~
Erik had saddled a horse, lifted Christine onto its back, and swung himself into place just behind her."Where will we go?" she'd asked but he hadn't answered.
They'd been riding for nearly an hour when he pulled sharply on the reins. He guided their mount through a small gap in a grove of trees. They came upon a small cabin and Erik said simply,"We can rest here tonight." He sent her into the building while he tended to his horse.
Christine wandered around the confined space, taking in every detail. There was a simple bed in one corner and a round, wooden table in another. A hutch stood tall and imposing along the wall near the table. She found a satchel resting on its surface. When she peeked inside, she discovered it was filled with dried fruit, nuts, and two blocks of cheese. Beside the bag was a leather skin. Christine wondered at its contents but let it be and turned away to explore further.
A dresser opposite the bed caught her attention. She opened the drawers one at a time, gasping at their contents.
"You will need fresh clothing," Erik murmured from the doorway.
Christine spun around to face him."How did you know…?" she began.
"I didn't," he interrupted."I merely hoped." When he saw her lips part again, he continued without giving her a chance to speak."We must eat and take our rest. Tomorrow, we will ride across the border and leave France forever." He watched as she nodded, her eyes filled with myriad emotions, and his heart softened."Christine, we will start a new life together, just as I said."
"I will follow you anywhere, Master," she whispered.
Erik held up one hand."Don't." He approached her carefully."I'm not your master, Christine. Just a man who loves you."
"You are my everything, Erik," she replied breathlessly."You are my Master."
His eyes held a hint of doubt but he said no more. He led her to the table and once she was seated, he carried the satchel and the skin to her. One more trip to the hutch and he returned with plates and goblets. He sat across from her and quickly served them. The skin held wine of a deep burgundy shade.
When they finished, Christine gaze at Erik with wide eyes."Will you love me this night?" Her voice could barely be heard.
Erik sat as still as a statue."You cannot want that."
Christine rose to her feet and came around the table to stand beside Erik."Will you not accept that I choose you, Erik? Not as a mere companion, but as your lover, if you will have me."
Staring at her in shock, Erik found he had no words. He was rendered further speechless when his darling Christine dropped to her knees before him.
"Do you not know that I am yours? Anything you desire, I will give to you." She rested her cheek on his knee."I sincerely hope you desire me."
~~~~~
Christine gazed up into Erik's eyes and realized how her words had frightened him. She knew that was an emotion he didn't handle particularly well. Bracing herself, she awaited his reaction.
"You'd have been better with that insolent brat of yours," Erik sneered. Abruptly he stood and stalked away from her."I've no experience to bestow upon you regarding that aspect of life."
"Might we learn together?" Christine suggested softly.
Erik turned to face her."You cannot want that," he roared."No one has ever wanted to look at me, let alone touch or be touched by me. How can you torment me with this?"
Understanding dawned on her. He feared that if he surrendered to her, she might very well change her mind and flee from him in revulsion. He couldn't risk having his heart shattered if she did indeed turn away from him in the end.
With a dancer's gracefulness, Christine arose from the floor. She came before him."Erik, I would have you touch me." She reached up to stroke his face."If you can tell me that you truly do not desire me, I will not mention my longing again. But I believe you and I want the same thing this night." She stood on tiptoe to kiss him. That familiar whirlwind of emotions overcame her."Please, Erik," she begged."Please say you yearn for me as much as I crave you."
Strong arms enveloped her, crushing her against his chest. He finally pulled away enough to dip his head and capture her lips in what was to be the first kiss he'd ever initiated. His tongue slid across her lips, tracing their delicate curves. Hands dropped to her hips and held her tightly in their grip."You've no idea," he rasped when they broke apart for air,"what you do to me, child."
Christine had heard enough stories from the ballet rats to know of the reaction men typically had in a situation like this. She knew the mechanics of what would hopefully follow and, until now, had been absolutely terrified of the idea. In Erik's arms, she felt treasured and cherished. His earlier promise would apply to this, as well. She would come to no harm with him.
Carefully, Christine pressed forward with her hips and felt his desire for her."I am no child," she whispered."Love me, Erik. Please."
This time, when their lips met, it was with a passion neither had known before. Erik groaned into the kiss and felt Christine's tongue flicking at his upper lip."To the bed," he mumbled against her mouth. Without breaking apart, Erik lifted her into his arms and carried her to the corner of the room. He placed her on the bed with such reverence, her heart swelled. She'd not expected a man to be so tender with a woman. His eyes raked over her supine form. An appreciative smile graced his lips.
Christine watched as his clothing dropped to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and then removed his jacket, followed by his loose, white shirt. She gasped at the sight of his chest, bared to her at long last. Slowly he slid his trousers down his long, well-muscled legs before gingerly stepping out of them. He now stood before her, completely naked, a conflicted look upon his face.
"Help me with my dress," Christine said breathlessly. She needed to feel him against her, their bodies touching without any barriers between them.
Erik kneeled on the bed beside her. He undid the buttons on the back of her dress. Unlike when he'd quickly assisted her with dressing, he trailed his fingers lazily down the back of the dress. As he pushed each button through its hole, his fingertips would graze the skin of her back. The way she shuddered beneath his touch made him grow bolder. He would make a seduction of this.
His love shivered beneath him as Erik meticulously removed her dress, sliding it down one arm before gently rolling her to pull the other side off. He let his fingers drift over the smooth flesh of her back and reveled in his ability to affect her in such a manner. With great care, he pulled the delicate fabric over her hips and down her legs.
Once her dress lay in a heap on the floor, he peeled away the undergarments that hid her body from his view. Erik stared at her in wonder."You are beautiful," he murmured.
Erik started to move towards her. He stopped abruptly when Christine sat up, turned to face him, and began to sing.
Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me,
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin5
Lips molded against each other as Erik cut off her song. Christine clutched at him, desperately needing to know what his skin felt like against hers. She fell back onto the bed, pulling him down with her. She tore her mouth away from his and, in the softest voice, sang to him again.
You have brought me,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in my mind
I've already
succumbed to you
dropped all defenses
completely succumbed to you -
now I am here with you:
no second thoughts,
I've decided,
decided . . .6
Erik pushed himself up on this elbows to gaze down at her. That she would sing his words back to him, as her own, touched him in a way that he could never have predicted.
"I love you, Christine," he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Make me yours," Christine ordered under her breath.
~~~~~
Erik's heart seemed to burst within his chest. Emotions overwhelmed him. He brought his mouth to Christine's in a tender kiss. Moving his body to lay over hers, he was careful to not let his full weight rest on her slight frame. Her small breasts brushed against his chest and his erection throbbed in response.
"This will hurt you, Christine," Erik warned.
Raising her head to bring their lips together, Christine bestowed a deep, loving kiss upon her Angel."No, it won't hurt," she sighed."It won't hurt because it will be with you."
Erik felt her tiny hands reach between them and close around his aching member. He moaned at this new sensation, this erotic touch that he'd not expected to experience in his life.
"You feel like silk," Christine said in wonder."Silk over iron." Her fingers stroked him languidly. Heat radiated off his member. She hadn't realized that a man's penis would feel so hot."This will fit inside me?" she asked hesitantly.
In the past, she'd caught glimpses of the boys and men at the Opera House during costume changes and even on rare occasions when the younger men drank heavily, resulting in some rather questionable behavior. She'd never seen any of them in a hardened state, however. Her Angel's erect penis felt thick and heavy in her hands. His length, surprisingly, didn't concern her. But she was worried that having this inside her would split her in two.
"It will fit," Erik assured her.
"Can we try now?"
Her breathless murmur sent a violent shudder through him. His hand snaked between their bodies, removing hers from his erection. A thought crossed his mind that perhaps there was a way to prepare her body for him."I'd like to try something else first."
Much as Christine had been educated by her fellow dancers, Erik had also learned about the art of love during his travels before he'd settled into life at the Opera House. His extensive library in his underground home contained numerous books on the subject, as well. Although he'd never lain with a woman before now, there were many things he'd read about. One of those things now seemed entirely appropriate in this situation.
Before she could ask what he meant, he began a slow journey down her body. His lips pressed tender kisses to every exposed bit of flesh he passed over. His teeth nipped at each sensitive juncture along the way. Erik paused at her breasts to lavish attention on them. The way she writhed and squirmed beneath him encouraged him to continue, sensing that he'd been correct in his assumption that they needed to take this slowly. As much as his body wanted to take her, his mind and his heart would not allow him to cause her unnecessary pain.
Erik continued down her body, pausing again when he reached her belly button. He dipped his tongue into as he brought his hand to rest against her warm mound. With his fingers, he spread her folds and dragged one finger through the moisture he found there. He located her entrance and while still kissing her tummy, he slowly pressed his fingertip into her. The tight heat that surrounded that single digit left him panting against her.
Looking up, Erik met Christine's eyes. She seemed mildly frightened but he noticed there was also a distinct feral look in her eyes. Something else he'd read about reverberated through his mind and he wondered how she would react if he touched her like in that particular manner. With his gaze trained on her and his finger buried in her body, he pressed his thumb to the tiny nub nearly hidden from view. Oh, but he could feel it pulsing against the pad of his thumb and it was nearly his undoing. He began to rub small circles over it.
Christine's back arched as a cry of pleasure tore from her lips. Soon his finger and thumb were moving in tandem, bringing her to the brink of pleasure. While she had touched herself on numerous occasions in the past, those moments had been rushed and fleeting. She'd never brought herself to this point. She suspected Erik would take her even farther.
When Erik dipped his head to taste her, it was as though his tongue delivered the most intense experience of Christine's entire life. He barely touched her before spasms wracked her body.
The feel of Christine's internal muscles clamping down on his finger made Erik's manhood throb painfully. If she felt this good around a finger, what would those rhythmic squeezes feel like around his erection?
Erik slowly withdrew his finger and noted that it shone with her juices. Her eyes watched him intently as he brought the digit to his mouth and sucked her essence from it. She appeared so sated and content that he could hardly bring himself to ask more of her.
"Now I want to feel you," Christine mumbled from somewhere within her orgasmic fog."Please, Erik, let me feel you."
All resolve crumbled with that simple request. He positioned himself between her legs and guided his erection to her entrance. Unhurriedly, he began a tortuously slow slide into her body. His penis was significantly longer than his finger, a finger which had barely breached her, and he began to wonder himself how he was going to fit inside her. He continued to press forward until she'd accepted him fully.
Erik paused, reveling in the feel of her tight heat surrounding him. The urge to thrust was strong but he wanted to give her body a chance to adjust to him. When she began bucking against him, making faint whimpering noises, he reasoned she was ready. His slide out was just as exacting as his movements of a moment ago. He crushed his lips to hers lips as he began the maddeningly deliberate act of driving himself into her repeatedly. Gradually, the speed and force of his thrusts increased and the sounds of pleasure surrounding them grew louder.
Not long after, Erik's release roared through him as he thrust one final time into her willing body. Christine clung to him, her lips brushing over his neck and his jaw as she felt him swell and pulse within her."Thank you," she murmured against his skin a long moment after his manhood ceased its throbbing.
Carefully, Erik pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her."I should be thanking you."
"For what?"
"I never thought," Erik started to say before he choked up.
Christine reached out to stroke his cheek. She noted as her fingers danced over his flesh that it was the unmarred half of his face that rested against the pillow, leaving his scars visible to her."I love you, Erik. I will always love you."
"I will always love you, Christine," Erik whispered before pulling her tightly against him."Always."
Lyrics from:
1Stranger Than You Dreamt It
2Why So Silent
3Point of No Return
4Down Once More
5The Music of the Night
6Point of No Return (altered lyrics)
Type: FPHet (Phantom of the Opera)
Author:
uinendolothenRating: graphic, adult material
Pairing: Erik/Christine
Disclaimer: It's fanfiction. No money being made. All characters belong to Leroux and Webber.
Beta:
trystan830 & obselizabethSummary: My version of Christine choosing Erik over Raoul.
Word Count: 4,931 (not including lyrics)
Date Written: finished on November 8, 2006
Author's Note: ALW, movie-based universe (aka, Gerry's Phantom)
Archive:
muse_of_uinenSkilled fingers danced over the keyboard of the majestic organ. The sweet sound of a haunting melody wafted through the Phantom's lair. When Christine finally stirred, the music surrounded her, and as she gracefully stepped from the grand swan bed, it seemed to her as if the music carried her to her Angel.
His fingers stilled as he sensed her presence. Slowly, so slowly, he turned to look at her. Seemingly of its own volition, her hand reached out to him, to stroke the cheek not covered by his mask. Her Angel turned into her touch and the feel of him nuzzling her palm sent a jolt through her that she'd never experienced before.
Afraid of this new sensation, she forced herself to focus on the smoothness of his skin. He was so relaxed, so tolerant of her actions, that her fingers skimmed across his face to fondle the edge of his mask. When he didn't pull away from her, she took that as permission and peeled the mask off.
Apparently she'd misinterpreted him because a mere second later, she found herself knocked to the ground as he raged at her. Over and over he yelled and screamed until she thought surely his voice should have left him. Finally he dropped to his knees before her. He bowed his head in an apparent act of contrition and began to sing softly – about his deformity which caused him such guilt and shame and of his desire to be seen for who he truly was, the man behind the mask.
His words rang in her mind.
This repulsive carcass, who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly… secretly.1
She handed his mask to him, watched as he carefully placed it over the disfigured portion of his face, and sat still as a statue when he rose to his feet. He made an imposing figure and she didn't know what was expected of her now. Eventually he spoke; his voice sounded weary.
"Come, we must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you."
Her Angel beckoned to her with one hand, commanding her to follow him. Her voice, that voice he had worked so diligently to train, left her. Christine shook her head. She got to her feet but stood her ground. He stared at her in confusion but slowly retraced his steps until he stood in front of her.
"We must go," he insisted.
"Tell me your name," Christine whispered.
The Phantom looked away from her piercing gaze momentarily. He returned his eyes to hers, his bewilderment evident."Why?"
Christine shuddered as his deep baritone washed over her."You know my name." She felt herself growing more confident in the presence of her Angel."And I want to know yours, my Angel."
"I have no name," he answered harshly."I am the Opera Ghost, a mere phantom."
Shaking her head, she repeated,"I want to know your name." Nothing could have drawn he eyes away from his. She was sure she'd caught a glimpse of his soul just then. No longer did she fear him."Please," she begged softly."Please tell me."
Her Angel looked upon her for several seconds more before a scowl marred his visible features. Abruptly he turned."Come, we must return," he said again."Now." His tone was clear and firm and left no room for argument.
Christine followed dutifully behind him. As he helped her into his gondola, she taunted him with,"Am I to call you Master, then?"
His grip on her arm tightened and he yanked her out of the boat."What is the meaning of this insolence?" he demanded."Are you trying to test my patience?"
Truthfully, she didn't know what she was doing, other than she'd discovered that she could provoke such passionate reactions in this man and she wondered how far she could push him. And a part of her wondered what he would do when forced to his limit.
"No, Master," she replied.
Both of his hands held her firmly now, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her upper arms."Why are you doing this?" He shook her fiercely."Why?"
"Why are you doing this?" she retorted, her voice as fierce as his mannerisms.
Her Angel merely glared at her. He turned her roughly and urged her into the boat, then got in behind her. Not a single word was spoken as he steered them through the maze of watery tunnels below the opera house. Finally she was delivered to her room in silence. She watched her Angel, her Master as she thought of him now, turn with a swoosh of his cape and disappear from sight.
~~~~~
Christine did not see him again until the Masquerade Ball. That evening, she angered him greatly. She had felt his strong affection for her as he made his way down the grand staircase toward her. It had washed over her like a wave. But then he'd noticed the necklace she wore, with Raoul's ring hanging from the thin chain. As he'd ripped it from her neck, his words sliced though her soul.
Your chains are still mine. You belong to me!2
Then he'd dropped with a flourish through an opening that had appeared beneath his feet. She'd watched in horror as Raoul disappeared behind him. As fear tore through her, she was shocked to realize that it was her Angel's fate she worried about more.
~~~~~
When her Angel, her Master, stepped onto the stage with her in the middle of the premiere performance of his opera, her heart nearly stopped beating. His voice, that sensual, seductive voice, surrounded her and she was again under his spell. She sang to him. She sang for him.
Their voices danced together, each complimenting the other in ways that Christine had never imagined. She felt his raw power. It emanated from him like shock waves. Suddenly Raoul's idea seemed terrible to her. She didn't want her Master to be caught. She didn't want him taken from her. She wanted to learn everything she ever needed to learn from this man.
At the same time, Christine didn't see how they would make it through the performance without him being taken from her. She had to do her part, if only to escape from harm, although she suspected he would hate her for what she was about to do.
They ascended opposing spiral staircases and slowly made their way towards each other across the bridge above the stage. Once they reached each other and their song concluded, her Angel began to sing to her and to her alone. The words were meant for her ears only, although the entire theater was privy to them.
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…3
Before he could finish his line, she grabbed for his mask, pulling it and, inadvertently, his wig off at the same time. The audience gasped in horror. Christine knew she would never, as long as she lived, forget the look of utter betrayal that came into her Angel's eyes. In a split second, though, he was absolutely seething. He pulled a sword from its sheath and sliced through a thick rope. Christine had no idea what was happening until she heard terrified screams echoing throughout the auditorium. A glance out at the crowd revealed the chandelier swaying precariously.
'Oh, Angel, what have you done?' she thought. 'What have I forced you to do?'
Suddenly one of his arms surrounded her waist and pulled her flush against him. Before she could wonder what his next move was to be, they were falling straight down, through a trapdoor in the platform and then through the stage.
In anger, he led her down into the bowels of the opera house, his fury manifesting itself in bitter words and brutal handling of her as they went. His words filled her with shame, the knowledge that she'd play a vital role in his self-loathing at the forefront of her young mind.
Christine wished she'd been stronger, that she hadn't succumbed to Raoul's promises of a better life with him. Her Angel had taken her under his wing long ago. He'd given her the gift of his music, given her her voice. How could she deny him anything he wanted?
They finally reached his lair and his words as he lifted her from the boat broke her heart.
Met with hatred everywhere
No kind words from anyone
No compassion anywhere
Christine … why? Why?4
He dragged her across the floor, hardly giving her a chance to catch her footing as they went. Minutes later, she was wearing the wedding dress she'd seen on her first visit to his home. Panic surged through her, the reality of the situation finally weighing on her.
Christine felt ridiculously young at that moment. Wearing a glorious gown that seemed far too mature, so close to this man who captivated and enthralled her, wreaked havoc on her mind. Fear overwhelmed her and she lashed out at her Angel.
Have you gorged yourself at last
in your lust for blood?
Am I now to be prey
to your lust for flesh?4
His eyes grew cold as he answered her.
That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood
Has also denied me the joys of the flesh...
This face, the infection which poisons our love . . .
This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing
A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing
Pity comes too late
Turn around and face your fate
An eternity of THIS before your eyes4
An elegant ring was pressed into her hand. Christine looked down at it in awe. There was barely time to contemplate this latest development before Raoul reached the gate of the lair.
Several intense minutes passed, with each participant threatening or pleading with another. The culmination came when her Angel forced her to choose. In morbid fascination, she watched as the rope around Raoul's neck was pulled tighter. Her choice? What other choice could she possibly make at that moment? As she slipped his ring on her finger, she made her decision.
Pitiful creature of darkness,
What kind of life have you known?
God give me courage to show you,
You are not alone...4
And then she kissed her Angel for the first time. She meant for it to be a brief, chaste kiss but something seemed to shatter within her. She was feelings things she'd never experienced and she wanted more. Pulling away, she stared up into his face in wonder. The passion he stirred within was evident on her face, and in her actions, as she captured his lips once more.
Christine would likely have not moved had it not been for the sounds of an angry mob growing closer. Her Angel tensed and roughly pushed her away. He ordered them to go, to flee before the crowd discovered them.
Trembling from confusion, Christine did as he bade her. He was her Master, after all. She ran to Raoul and freed him. The young man grasped her hand and beseeched her to go with him. She moved to follow him until she remembered that she wore her Angel's ring. The sweet words whispered by Raoul fell on deaf ears as she came to an immediate halt.
"I must give this back to him," she whispered, turning and trudging through the shallow lake as quickly as she could. She found him listening to his music box. The sweet, tinkling melody sent shivers down her spine.
When her Angel noticed her, he looked at her with such hope that she wasn't sure her legs were going to support her any longer. His declaration of his love for her made her next task almost unbearable. She crossed to him and gently placed the ring in his palm, curling his fingers over it. Then she turned away from him to hurry back to Raoul.
Christine made it as far as the lake when she heard her Angel.
You alone, can make my song take flight
It's over now, the music of the night!4
"Go, Raoul," she ordered hoarsely.
Her lover stared at her in shock and dismay."Christine?" Raoul started toward her but she'd already engaged the lever to drop the portcullis.
"I cannot leave him," she called across the water.
Raoul clung to the bars that had descended before him."Christine!" he implored.
"Go, Raoul. My place is with him." Her eyes showed her determination. The shouting of the mob could be heard again."Stop them, Raoul. Do whatever you must, but please, stop them." Christine heard glass shattering behind her and her sense of urgency increased."If you truly love me, please do as I ask." Her next words echoed her Angel."Don't let them find us."
With that, Christine turned away to race up the steps to her Angel. What she found at the top horrified her. Every mirror had been smashed save for one – the one he stood before. He swung a large candle holder, cracking the glass. He swung again and the mirror shattered. A gaping hole appeared behind the mirror.
As he started to step through it, she cried,"Wait!"
He froze. Slowly, he turned around, his face a mixture of fear and doubt. She understood how wary he must be around her now, with as many times as she'd accepted and then rejected him.
Approaching him cautiously, she held out her hands to him in supplication."You are my master," she sighed."You taught me and nurtured me all these years without asking for anything in return."
"Except your love," he spat bitterly. Before he could say anything more, fresh shouts and curses from the mob pierced the air."They're coming, Christine. You aren't safe here." His eyes darted wildly around."Where's your precious vicomte?"
"I sent him to stop them," Christine answered."I won't let them hurt you." She cast her eyes downward for a moment, then looked straight into his eyes."I love you."
The fierce protectiveness in her voice surprised him and he stared at her in wonder for a long moment."We must go, then. Someone will find us." He took her hand in his."Come," he commanded and led her through the hole in the mirror. A thick curtain dropped into place, hiding the opening from view.
Christine froze on the spot. It was pitch dark in the tunnel, or what she assumed was a tunnel. She couldn't actually tell.
Her Angel tugged on her hand."Stay beside me and you will be fine. I know every passage in this Opera House. You will come to no harm with me."
His promise sent a shiver down her spine. She believed him intrinsically. Moving closer to him, she tightly gripped his hand. It seemed to her they moved as one. Again she was overcome by the depth of passion he stirred within her.
It seemed an eternity before they eventually exited the dank, blackened underworld that had been his home for so many years. Christine gaped in amazement. How far from the Opera House they were, she couldn't tell. They most certainly weren't in the middle of the city any longer, though.
Her Angel turned to her, still grasping both her hands."I must know, Christine," he whispered."Is this truly your choice? If you come with me, we will never be able to return."
"I choose you, my Angel," she replied, her tone firm.
"Erik," he said softly, looking away from her."My name is Erik."
~~~~~
Erik had saddled a horse, lifted Christine onto its back, and swung himself into place just behind her."Where will we go?" she'd asked but he hadn't answered.
They'd been riding for nearly an hour when he pulled sharply on the reins. He guided their mount through a small gap in a grove of trees. They came upon a small cabin and Erik said simply,"We can rest here tonight." He sent her into the building while he tended to his horse.
Christine wandered around the confined space, taking in every detail. There was a simple bed in one corner and a round, wooden table in another. A hutch stood tall and imposing along the wall near the table. She found a satchel resting on its surface. When she peeked inside, she discovered it was filled with dried fruit, nuts, and two blocks of cheese. Beside the bag was a leather skin. Christine wondered at its contents but let it be and turned away to explore further.
A dresser opposite the bed caught her attention. She opened the drawers one at a time, gasping at their contents.
"You will need fresh clothing," Erik murmured from the doorway.
Christine spun around to face him."How did you know…?" she began.
"I didn't," he interrupted."I merely hoped." When he saw her lips part again, he continued without giving her a chance to speak."We must eat and take our rest. Tomorrow, we will ride across the border and leave France forever." He watched as she nodded, her eyes filled with myriad emotions, and his heart softened."Christine, we will start a new life together, just as I said."
"I will follow you anywhere, Master," she whispered.
Erik held up one hand."Don't." He approached her carefully."I'm not your master, Christine. Just a man who loves you."
"You are my everything, Erik," she replied breathlessly."You are my Master."
His eyes held a hint of doubt but he said no more. He led her to the table and once she was seated, he carried the satchel and the skin to her. One more trip to the hutch and he returned with plates and goblets. He sat across from her and quickly served them. The skin held wine of a deep burgundy shade.
When they finished, Christine gaze at Erik with wide eyes."Will you love me this night?" Her voice could barely be heard.
Erik sat as still as a statue."You cannot want that."
Christine rose to her feet and came around the table to stand beside Erik."Will you not accept that I choose you, Erik? Not as a mere companion, but as your lover, if you will have me."
Staring at her in shock, Erik found he had no words. He was rendered further speechless when his darling Christine dropped to her knees before him.
"Do you not know that I am yours? Anything you desire, I will give to you." She rested her cheek on his knee."I sincerely hope you desire me."
~~~~~
Christine gazed up into Erik's eyes and realized how her words had frightened him. She knew that was an emotion he didn't handle particularly well. Bracing herself, she awaited his reaction.
"You'd have been better with that insolent brat of yours," Erik sneered. Abruptly he stood and stalked away from her."I've no experience to bestow upon you regarding that aspect of life."
"Might we learn together?" Christine suggested softly.
Erik turned to face her."You cannot want that," he roared."No one has ever wanted to look at me, let alone touch or be touched by me. How can you torment me with this?"
Understanding dawned on her. He feared that if he surrendered to her, she might very well change her mind and flee from him in revulsion. He couldn't risk having his heart shattered if she did indeed turn away from him in the end.
With a dancer's gracefulness, Christine arose from the floor. She came before him."Erik, I would have you touch me." She reached up to stroke his face."If you can tell me that you truly do not desire me, I will not mention my longing again. But I believe you and I want the same thing this night." She stood on tiptoe to kiss him. That familiar whirlwind of emotions overcame her."Please, Erik," she begged."Please say you yearn for me as much as I crave you."
Strong arms enveloped her, crushing her against his chest. He finally pulled away enough to dip his head and capture her lips in what was to be the first kiss he'd ever initiated. His tongue slid across her lips, tracing their delicate curves. Hands dropped to her hips and held her tightly in their grip."You've no idea," he rasped when they broke apart for air,"what you do to me, child."
Christine had heard enough stories from the ballet rats to know of the reaction men typically had in a situation like this. She knew the mechanics of what would hopefully follow and, until now, had been absolutely terrified of the idea. In Erik's arms, she felt treasured and cherished. His earlier promise would apply to this, as well. She would come to no harm with him.
Carefully, Christine pressed forward with her hips and felt his desire for her."I am no child," she whispered."Love me, Erik. Please."
This time, when their lips met, it was with a passion neither had known before. Erik groaned into the kiss and felt Christine's tongue flicking at his upper lip."To the bed," he mumbled against her mouth. Without breaking apart, Erik lifted her into his arms and carried her to the corner of the room. He placed her on the bed with such reverence, her heart swelled. She'd not expected a man to be so tender with a woman. His eyes raked over her supine form. An appreciative smile graced his lips.
Christine watched as his clothing dropped to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and then removed his jacket, followed by his loose, white shirt. She gasped at the sight of his chest, bared to her at long last. Slowly he slid his trousers down his long, well-muscled legs before gingerly stepping out of them. He now stood before her, completely naked, a conflicted look upon his face.
"Help me with my dress," Christine said breathlessly. She needed to feel him against her, their bodies touching without any barriers between them.
Erik kneeled on the bed beside her. He undid the buttons on the back of her dress. Unlike when he'd quickly assisted her with dressing, he trailed his fingers lazily down the back of the dress. As he pushed each button through its hole, his fingertips would graze the skin of her back. The way she shuddered beneath his touch made him grow bolder. He would make a seduction of this.
His love shivered beneath him as Erik meticulously removed her dress, sliding it down one arm before gently rolling her to pull the other side off. He let his fingers drift over the smooth flesh of her back and reveled in his ability to affect her in such a manner. With great care, he pulled the delicate fabric over her hips and down her legs.
Once her dress lay in a heap on the floor, he peeled away the undergarments that hid her body from his view. Erik stared at her in wonder."You are beautiful," he murmured.
Erik started to move towards her. He stopped abruptly when Christine sat up, turned to face him, and began to sing.
Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me,
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin5
Lips molded against each other as Erik cut off her song. Christine clutched at him, desperately needing to know what his skin felt like against hers. She fell back onto the bed, pulling him down with her. She tore her mouth away from his and, in the softest voice, sang to him again.
You have brought me,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in my mind
I've already
succumbed to you
dropped all defenses
completely succumbed to you -
now I am here with you:
no second thoughts,
I've decided,
decided . . .6
Erik pushed himself up on this elbows to gaze down at her. That she would sing his words back to him, as her own, touched him in a way that he could never have predicted.
"I love you, Christine," he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Make me yours," Christine ordered under her breath.
~~~~~
Erik's heart seemed to burst within his chest. Emotions overwhelmed him. He brought his mouth to Christine's in a tender kiss. Moving his body to lay over hers, he was careful to not let his full weight rest on her slight frame. Her small breasts brushed against his chest and his erection throbbed in response.
"This will hurt you, Christine," Erik warned.
Raising her head to bring their lips together, Christine bestowed a deep, loving kiss upon her Angel."No, it won't hurt," she sighed."It won't hurt because it will be with you."
Erik felt her tiny hands reach between them and close around his aching member. He moaned at this new sensation, this erotic touch that he'd not expected to experience in his life.
"You feel like silk," Christine said in wonder."Silk over iron." Her fingers stroked him languidly. Heat radiated off his member. She hadn't realized that a man's penis would feel so hot."This will fit inside me?" she asked hesitantly.
In the past, she'd caught glimpses of the boys and men at the Opera House during costume changes and even on rare occasions when the younger men drank heavily, resulting in some rather questionable behavior. She'd never seen any of them in a hardened state, however. Her Angel's erect penis felt thick and heavy in her hands. His length, surprisingly, didn't concern her. But she was worried that having this inside her would split her in two.
"It will fit," Erik assured her.
"Can we try now?"
Her breathless murmur sent a violent shudder through him. His hand snaked between their bodies, removing hers from his erection. A thought crossed his mind that perhaps there was a way to prepare her body for him."I'd like to try something else first."
Much as Christine had been educated by her fellow dancers, Erik had also learned about the art of love during his travels before he'd settled into life at the Opera House. His extensive library in his underground home contained numerous books on the subject, as well. Although he'd never lain with a woman before now, there were many things he'd read about. One of those things now seemed entirely appropriate in this situation.
Before she could ask what he meant, he began a slow journey down her body. His lips pressed tender kisses to every exposed bit of flesh he passed over. His teeth nipped at each sensitive juncture along the way. Erik paused at her breasts to lavish attention on them. The way she writhed and squirmed beneath him encouraged him to continue, sensing that he'd been correct in his assumption that they needed to take this slowly. As much as his body wanted to take her, his mind and his heart would not allow him to cause her unnecessary pain.
Erik continued down her body, pausing again when he reached her belly button. He dipped his tongue into as he brought his hand to rest against her warm mound. With his fingers, he spread her folds and dragged one finger through the moisture he found there. He located her entrance and while still kissing her tummy, he slowly pressed his fingertip into her. The tight heat that surrounded that single digit left him panting against her.
Looking up, Erik met Christine's eyes. She seemed mildly frightened but he noticed there was also a distinct feral look in her eyes. Something else he'd read about reverberated through his mind and he wondered how she would react if he touched her like in that particular manner. With his gaze trained on her and his finger buried in her body, he pressed his thumb to the tiny nub nearly hidden from view. Oh, but he could feel it pulsing against the pad of his thumb and it was nearly his undoing. He began to rub small circles over it.
Christine's back arched as a cry of pleasure tore from her lips. Soon his finger and thumb were moving in tandem, bringing her to the brink of pleasure. While she had touched herself on numerous occasions in the past, those moments had been rushed and fleeting. She'd never brought herself to this point. She suspected Erik would take her even farther.
When Erik dipped his head to taste her, it was as though his tongue delivered the most intense experience of Christine's entire life. He barely touched her before spasms wracked her body.
The feel of Christine's internal muscles clamping down on his finger made Erik's manhood throb painfully. If she felt this good around a finger, what would those rhythmic squeezes feel like around his erection?
Erik slowly withdrew his finger and noted that it shone with her juices. Her eyes watched him intently as he brought the digit to his mouth and sucked her essence from it. She appeared so sated and content that he could hardly bring himself to ask more of her.
"Now I want to feel you," Christine mumbled from somewhere within her orgasmic fog."Please, Erik, let me feel you."
All resolve crumbled with that simple request. He positioned himself between her legs and guided his erection to her entrance. Unhurriedly, he began a tortuously slow slide into her body. His penis was significantly longer than his finger, a finger which had barely breached her, and he began to wonder himself how he was going to fit inside her. He continued to press forward until she'd accepted him fully.
Erik paused, reveling in the feel of her tight heat surrounding him. The urge to thrust was strong but he wanted to give her body a chance to adjust to him. When she began bucking against him, making faint whimpering noises, he reasoned she was ready. His slide out was just as exacting as his movements of a moment ago. He crushed his lips to hers lips as he began the maddeningly deliberate act of driving himself into her repeatedly. Gradually, the speed and force of his thrusts increased and the sounds of pleasure surrounding them grew louder.
Not long after, Erik's release roared through him as he thrust one final time into her willing body. Christine clung to him, her lips brushing over his neck and his jaw as she felt him swell and pulse within her."Thank you," she murmured against his skin a long moment after his manhood ceased its throbbing.
Carefully, Erik pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her."I should be thanking you."
"For what?"
"I never thought," Erik started to say before he choked up.
Christine reached out to stroke his cheek. She noted as her fingers danced over his flesh that it was the unmarred half of his face that rested against the pillow, leaving his scars visible to her."I love you, Erik. I will always love you."
"I will always love you, Christine," Erik whispered before pulling her tightly against him."Always."
Lyrics from:
1Stranger Than You Dreamt It
2Why So Silent
3Point of No Return
4Down Once More
5The Music of the Night
6Point of No Return (altered lyrics)
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