Sweet Intoxication

Chapter One: A Night To Remember

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, although I really wish I did. They belong to ALW, Gaston Leoux and a ton of other people.

Summary: This is what would have happened after Christine fainted in the Phantom's lair, if the Phantom decided not to return Christine to the Opera House, but instead, held her down there against her will with him for a while.

Christine cautiously handed her mysterious angel back his mask, unsure of whether another outburst of rage was going to erupt from within the depths of his soul. He gratefully took it, not even daring to look at her, cowering on the floor in fear of him. Turning from Christine so that she could not see the hideous scars with plagued his face, he placed his mask upon his right cheek and rose. She instinctively winced, unsure of what this strange man was going to do to her for removing that mask. Christine wished she hadn't let her curiosity take control over her, for now he would probably hit her, or worse.

He briefly eyed the room, then turned his focus to the beautiful angel, cowering on the floor in fear of him. He sighed, and wished he didn't have to return her to those two fools upstairs who ran his theater "Come, we must-" he stopped himself mid-sentence. How much harm could it do to keep her down here for a few more days? This naïve young girl would never know. She would just awake later and assume that this was all a bizarre dream.

"We must what?" she asked in a frightened whisper." Um, adjourn to the bedroom", he said. "You must be absolutely exhausted from all that's happened today. We should rest. Just for a while. My bed is quite comfortable, I assure you" he said. Christine inadvertently let out a small gasp, desperately hoping he wasn't thinking what she instantly imagined. He knelt down to her eye level, gently reaching for her hand.

"Mademoiselle, I assure you that I have nothing but honorable intentions and would never take advantage of you. I sincerely apologize for frightening you. Sometimes my temper gets the best of me, especially when wine is involved." he sheepishly smiled at her and she returned it. He gently pulled her up and took her hand to guide her. Oh, how he wanted to feel her, to have her. He wanted to gently caress her skin, her curves, until finally his desire for lust was satisfied.

But, he knew if he ever did that, Christine would never touch him again and would always be frightened of him, her eyes always wide with fear and uncertainty as they were now. He shook the thought from his mind. Christine was wide awake and watching every move he made. Instead, he led her to the organ. "Perhaps you would delight me with another perfect rendition of 'Think of Me'?" he asked. " Oui, monsieur, I would be honored to." Christine began to sing

Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me, once in a while
Please promise me you'll try
When you find that once again you long
To take your heart back and be free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me

She looked over at him as he played into the key change. her angel looked almost human and dare she say, handsome when entwined in his music. She shook the thoughts from her mind and resumed singing:

We never said our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea
But if you can still remember
Stop and think of me
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen
Don't think about the way
Things might have been

Think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me trying too hard
To put you from my mind
Recall those days
Look back on all those times
Think of the things we'll never do
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you

she sweetly finished. He could listen to the glorious rise and fall of her angelic voice forever. "That was perfect, absolutely perfect" he praised. Christine blushed at being complimented from him. She suddenly remembered how late it had to be. "Monsieur, we should return. Madame Giry will be frantic with worry" she said.

"No Christine, don't worry. The Angel of Music will keep you under his wing and he won't let you go" he said. She gazed deep into his eyes and willingly walked with him towards the bedroom, a look of wanderlust in her eyes.