Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
This is a bit of an angst story in which Christine has to make sense once and for all of all her feelings towards Erik and Raoul. The question is, by the time she does, will they even want her anymore or will she want either of them? Read and Enjoy!
The wooden wheels of the carriage clattered on the rain-wet cobblestones of
the darkened Parisian street. The driver urged the sodden horses on, anxious
to drop off his fare and get home to a nice warm fire and dry clothes. He
thought it extremely unusual to have found such a nice young couple leaving
the opera so late at night. Even the cast and crew had long since left after
tonight's show. He had been on his way home when a young man and woman jumped
into his still moving carriage and ordered him to speed away. He did not even
get a glimpse of what they looked like.
Had he seen the couple, he would have been even more puzzled by their
appearance. The young man was still dressed in his evening tuxedo, but it was
dirty and stained and torn in several places. The young woman was dressed in a
very fine wedding gown, but blood stained the front from a cut on her
Inside the rocking carriage, the man and woman were silent, save for the quiet
sobbing from her.
"Stop it!" snapped Raoul.
She looked up at him through teary eyes as though she could not believe he
would snap at her like that after what she had just been through.
Raoul gave her a look back, "I'll not tolerate you crying for the man who just
threatened your life and nearly took mine!" He said no more, still trying to
deny to himself that he had seen her less than an hour ago, passionately
kissing the man he considered a monster.
She dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief and tried to quiet her crying so he
could not hear, but her shoulder still shook, betraying her emotions.
Raoul sighed and leaned back in the velvet seat, closing his eyes. "Its all
over. Its finally over. He will never hurt us again." He looked at Christine
and leaned forward, taking her hands into his, "You never have to worry about
that madman again, Christine."
Christine slowly brought her head up and glared at him through reddened wet
eyes. "And I will not tolerate you calling him THAT!" she spat back at him.
Raoul felt the tension radiating off her angered face and it only caused him
to feel his own head growing hot with rage. "I will call that THING anything I
damn well please! Was it not only minutes ago when he had my neck in a noose
and he could have killed me any moment? You say you love me, but I suppose
that the near loss of my life to that monster means nothing to you?"
The driver could hear the voices inside the carriage growing louder over the
sounds of the rain and the carriage. He leaned back in his seat to eavesdrop
but could not make out what they were saying.
"Raoul, I do love you," Christine said slowly and evenly, "But I also love him."
Raoul sat back looking abashed and said, "Well then I suppose its time you
made your decision who you love more."
"I thought I had already made that clear. I'm here aren't I?"
"Are you?" Raoul replied cynically. "Are you really here? Because I think your
mind is somewhere else."
Christine stared off into the nothingness that fills the darkness of the
streets. "No. I guess I'm not really here. Home is where the heart is. And my
heart belongs somewhere else."
The driver felt the carriage shift and a woman cry out in the night. He turned
his head to see in the flashes from lightening, a woman in a white dress,
limping away into the darkness. The young man in the carriage called out to
her but his voice was drowned out by the loud clap of thunder that bellowed
across the Parisian sky.