|Without the Kiss
Author: ihearterik PM
Based on Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera musical. It is the very last scene, and Christine makes her choice, but without the kiss. Will she learn to think her choice was accually good?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 6 - Words: 2,640 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 10-01-05 - Published: 08-11-05 - id: 2529426
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Without the Kiss
The Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber. Erik is the phantom's name from the original novel by Leroux. This fanfiction is based on the choice that Christine had to make at the end of Andrew Lloyd Webber's play/movie.
Chapter 6 -- Erik's POV
Madame Giry shook her head, and I rolled my eyes back at her. Suddenly she shifted her eyes to the mirror. I turned around and saw Christine standing there with a faint smile on her face.
"I'm sorry to bother you," she began.
"Christine, I thought that you were going to stay in my lair? I thought you were tired?" I questioned. Did she think that I was going to do something to her things? Does she think I am that disrespectful?
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what was happening."
"Christine," Madame Giry blurted, "may I talk to you for a moment?"
Christine nodded her head and began walking over to the door with Madame Giry. I couldn't let Madame Giry let her out of this! Didn't she listen to a word I said? Christine chose to be with me!
Suddenly I grabbed Christine's arm. She nearly fell to the floor, and I flung her up. Maybe I was a little hard on her, but she's mine now.
"Madame Giry - leave!" I yelped.
"That's it Erik! You've gone to far! I'm contacting the police this instant, and you'll be taken away!"
I let go of Christine and she rung out her arm that has the red imprints of my fingers. I never thought about that. Madame Giry was my protector, and she prevented me from being caught and sent away.
"Madame Giry...no..." I could barely get the words out since my throat seemed to be closing up. She looked at me then quickly got out of the dressing room. Christine looked at me with suprise, but I could tell that she was almost happy that I could be shipped of to prison. I wouldn't let it happen. I grabbed Christine's suitcase as well as her throbbing arm, and ran down to the lair. We'll have to escape somehow. My life may finally be getting better with my beloved Christine, and I'm not going to let it be ruined.