Seven
A small short, short phiclet. No, not even phiclet.
Rubber Ducky-
AN- No, no, no! This isn't about condoms. Cute little thing I came up with on my own for once. No hate to Raoul, he knows I love him to death. Basically instead of leaving Christine stays with Erik, and after the mob leaves they go to inspect the damage. And something funny happens. I dun know if rubber duckies existed back then, but yeah.
"Ruined, all ruined!"
"Erik," Christine said calmly, placing her hand on his shoulder as he knelt on his hands and knees in the ruins of his once fine piano. "We can fix it all, we just need to let things cool down. It's going to be fine."
He quivered and sat up slightly, placing his hand over hers. "Christine, why did you stay? You could have left but..." He trailed off, his eyes finishing.
She smiled sweetly at his blindness. "Don't you know yet? I love you, Erik, I always have."
"Oh, Christine!" He cried, standing and pulling her into his embrace, crying into her silky hair. She forced him to straighten and pressed her lips to his, falling into him completely when a splash could be heard outside. Both looked at the open door, then each other, then parted, creeping out hand in hand.
What they found caused a redness to rise in Christine's cheeks and a gape in Erik's mouth. Raoul sat in the water, naked with bubbled all around concealing him. He held in his hand a small, yellow rubber duck, and he was singing candidly.
"Rubber ducky, yes you're the one, you make bathtime fun!"
Erik chuckled and led Christine back into their home, now able to mock the Vicomte forever.
A Song That Need Not Change
Ok, ever heard a song and think it fit something perfect? I was bored, listening to my old Ozzy Osbourne CD's and realized, woah! The song is No More Tears, and the phic is my personal fave now.
The light in the window is a crack in the sky.
A stairway to darkness in the blink of an eye.
Christine blinked back tears as she stood, looking into the torture chamber. She argued with Erik's insistence of people being inside. But he scoffed, and fussed that there was. Terrified for Raoul and the Persian's sakes, she lied again and again.
A levee of tears to last, she'll never be coming back.
The man in the dark will bring another attack.
Erik took her hand, looking into her eyes.
"Go, Christine. I know you love him, and I want nothing but happiness for you. Forget this, forget me and live." She sighed, wiping away her tears with her free hand and squeezing the other.
"I'll keep my promise." She knew Raoul would never believe he set her free, but at this point, she knew it would not be long before she was proven right.
Your Mama told you that you're not supposed to talk to strangers,
Look in the mirror, tell me do you think your life's in danger here?
Christine stared at him as he stood in the threshold of her dressing room and eternal darkness. Frightened, she slowly made her way to him, but something helped calm her nerves and she moved quicker, gasping as her hand made contact with his cold one.
No More Tears
She felt the hot tears run down her cheeks, and she was unable to speak as he dug her hands into his own flesh. How could this be? How could it happen, how was this HIM? When he went into his room to hide his emotions she realized that she had made a terrible, terrible mistake and had broken his trust indefinitely.
Oh how could she be so foolish? Yes, his appearance was frightening but she had hurt him so, and she vowed to make it better, even if it meant lying to do so.
No More Tears
Raoul looked at the brougham, his heart wrenching horribly and his emotions becoming strong enough to disturb a peaceful ocean. She was with another man, she was enjoying a ride in the Bois. He meant nothing to her and nothing could change that. Oh foolish boy, what had he done with himself these past few weeks?
No More Tears
No More Tears
The hardest thing a human can do is say goodbye to the one you truly love. The only person on earth that means anything to you. But he had just done it, and as Christine walked, looking back once more, he felt suddenly that his life had been worth living. For if life was enjoying something so sweet as love like the love he had felt, he would do it all over again. Erik finally believed in God.
Another day passes as the night closes in
The red light goes on to say 'It's time to begin!'
Christine sighed as she made her way down through the labyrinth, as she always did. She came back to him, even though she was afraid, but a promise was a promise. She turned out onto the flat land to see him standing in his boat.
She sighed, taking his offered hand and sitting down. She had to admit, she did have a strong sense of security with him, he always looked out for her, and it wasn't a normal infatuation, it was love, and something inside her tugged at even the thought of the word.
His eyes blazed with triumph as she sat, glowing in the darkness as always, but a flicker of red, reminding her of the passion, burning in his heart. It was time, she would not turn back now.
"Are you ready, my dear?"
"Yes, Erik."
I see the man around the corner waiting,
Can he see me?
I close my eyes and wait to hear the sound of someone screaming, here
Raoul cringed as the Persian and he stood inside the chamber, waiting for something dreadful to happen to poor Christine. Yet he inflicted no harm, only spoke like the maniac he was. Could he truly be capable of love?
No, you silly boob. He told himself. He could never love her as I do.
No More Tears
No More Tears
No More Tears
No More Tears
So now that it's over can't we just say goodbye?
I'd like to move on and make the most of the night
Maybe a kiss before I leave you this way
Your lips are so cold, I don't know what else to say
Christine did not move as he softly kissed her forehead, his lips quivered for fear of her reaction, and in fact his whole body was trembling. Her heart turned and she looked up at him with her tear-soaked face. Hesitantly, she leaned up, (AN- this is not in the book,) and pressed her lips to his, nearly gasping against them for how cold they were. However she was compelled not to draw away, not just yet. She wrapped her arms around him, and he returned the kiss, though his lips were cold, she felt smouldered.
I never wanted it to end this way
My love
My darling
And so this was it. Christine was arm in arm with his mortal enemy, leaving to never return. No word in any language could express his sorrow right now. He had indeed not meant for things to happen as they did and he hoped somewhere in her heart, she could understand that.
Believe me when I say to you in love I think I'm falling here.
She looked out the window of the carriage as it pulled away from the opera, and while Raoul's eyes were closed in silent prayer she touched her fingertips to her lips. Why had Erik made her feel like that even when she was so terrified? Could it be... Could she possibly?... No! Yes... She argued. It's true.
No More Tears
No More tears
No More Tears
No More Tears