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This is for Jaycee27

Christine's POV



Sweet intoxication

I was back in his lair again. My eyes darted furiously around for some, any, route of escape. But everywhere I turned he was still there. He reached out an arm, summoning me. By some unknown power, I was pulled into his cold embrace.

Touch me

Trust me

Savor each sensation

I gagged as his hands floated carelessly around my body. In vain, I attempted to pull free.

Let the dream begin

Let your darker side give in

To the power of the music

That I write

The power of the music of the…

His grip slackened, and I seized the opportunity to rip myself from his arms.


His voice followed me like a plague as I plunged into the ice cold water. I braced my knees expecting to hit the bottom, but instead I found myself falling into nothingness. I gasped for air that wasn't there. When I was a breath away from unconsciousness, I landed in another terrifying scene.

You've past the point of no return

I tried once again to run, but his gaze alone held me fast. Then, against my will, I found myself singing.

You have brought me

To that moment when words run dry

To that moment when speech disappears

Into silence


'No! No!' I thought furiously. 'Stop!'

I have come here

Hardly knowing the reason why

In my mind

I've already imagined

Our bodies entwining

Defenseless and silent

Now I am here with you

No second thoughts

I've decided


My legs started towards the stairs while mouth continued those hated lyrics.

Past the point of no return

No going back now

Our passion play

Has now

At last begun


All thought of right or wrong

One final question

How long should we two wait before we're one?

With supreme effort of will, I forced my eyes of his horrid, masked face. I looked desperately around for help. My eyes settled on Raoul, sitting in box five.

'Raoul!' I tried to call out for help, but the words wouldn't come. It was then I noticed that tears. I exhaled sharply in pain. I was the cause of those tears. Before I had anymore time to comprehend it, I was forced to look back upon the monster.

When will the blood begin to race?

The sleeping bud burst into bloom?

When will the flames at last



I was utterly revolted by what I was saying. I prayed in vain for the will power to break his spell. My prayer went unanswered.

Past the point of no return

The final threshold

The bridge is crossed

So stand

And watch it burn

We've past the point of no return

As we met in the middle, I was able to catch another glimpse of Raoul. My heart shattered at the sight of him.

'Oh god, please just end this.' My eyes fluttered shut, and I was given my wish. When I opened them, I was alone. The room was unbearably dark, save for a single eerie glow a few yards ahead of me. Unable to take the darkness, I began towards the light. Even from a distance, I could see the silhouette of a person. I quickened my pace at the thought of finding another human being in this insufferable night. I was sprinting now. Before I knew it, I was there. It was a man, hanging in midair.

My breath caught in my throat as I realized he was dead, dangling from a Punjab lasso. With great trepidation, I reached out to spin him around.

Handsome face, blonde hair, blue eyes now closed forever. "Raoul!" I screamed.

"Christine." I whipped around to see a pair of haunting grey eyes floating before me. I screamed one final time before…nothing.

"Christine! Christine! It's me; calm down!" Blue eyes replaced the grey ones that had haunted my dream. Even now, I could not shake them from my mind. They had frightened me more than the Phantom ever had.

"Raoul," I whimpered.

"Shh," I whispered, pulling me into his chest (Even in my current state, I couldn't help but notice it was bare. This was enough to bring a blush to my pale cheeks.). "It's all right."

"It was awful," I cried. Raoul's only response was to tighten his hold on me. I knew these nightmares elicited a mixture of regret and hatred from him. He wanted nothing more than to kill the Phantom for these nightly hauntings. And he would always regret his inability to save me that night long ago. Despite my constant assurances that he'd done all he could, he remained buried underneath guilt and remorse. I could tell he would bear those burdens until the day he died.

"He wouldn't let me go…and then I couldn't stop…you were dead…" My thoughts came out as an incoherent babble, but I didn't want to revisit the dream long enough to explain it properly. Raoul understood this and didn't press for a better account. I loved for this. God, I loved him.

"Christine." I jumped up sharply, looking frantically about the room for the source of the voice. I knocked Raoul sharply in the jaw, but he gave no outward sign of pain.

"Christine?" Raoul asked, uncertainly. I hadn't heard voices since my days with the Phantom. But that voice I heard wasn't the Phantom's voice. No, I knew his voice all too well. That voice was unfamiliar.

"Did you hear that?" I asked, my eyes still darting around the room.

"Here what?" Raoul gently ran his hands up and down my arms in an attempt to soothe me. It did very little.

"Nothing." I knew I did not sound very convincing. "Nothing," I repeated, more for myself than anybody. For an unknown reason, the pair of grey eyes I'd seen in my dream came, unbidden, to thought.

After a moment, Raoul spoke. "Christine," he said, his voice laced with concern. "You're shaking. Come on." He pulled the blankets back a gestured for me to climb in. I did as he said. His eyes met mine, and we sat there in silence. "Sleep."

"Will you stay?" He smiled a moved to lie next to me. I shifted so he had room to place his head on my pillow. He pulled me so we were laying stomach to back. After all extra space between us had been erased; he finally asked me a question.

"Was it the same dream as always?"

I knew why he was asking the question. My reaction upon waking up had been unusual. I knew I had acted more distraught than I ever had in the past. I hesitated. I had no secrets from him, but I couldn't tell him about the eyes. I had no idea why not. Every time I tried to open my mouth to explain, the words got caught in the throat. Finally, I whispered, "No." I felt rather than saw him nod before he kissed the back of my head.

"Good night, love," he mumbled into the back of my head.

"Sleep well," I whispered back.

An hour later found Raoul sound asleep and me wide awake. Usually, Raoul's presence was enough to soothe me back to sleep. But not this time.

Carefully, I twisted around so I was facing him. His face was so innocent when he slept. I gently lifted a hand to brush a stray lock of hair away from his eyes. His beautiful, blue eyes that were a far cry from the eyes that now haunted me. I contemplated waking him just to see them. I knew he would be kind and gracious about the disruption. I knew that he would hold me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, until I fell asleep. But I couldn't bring myself to bother him. Besides, waking him up would only bring about more questions than I was ready to answer. I would tell him everything, of course.

"But not yet," I whispered to myself. I placed one final, loving kiss on his lips before drifting of to my own fitful sleep.


I'm not dead. I swear. Just lazy, and very sorry.I know it's short too, but bear with me.I haven't proof read this either, but if I do I'll never post it. So excuse the mistakes. I am really sorry. Really, really. Thank Jaycee27. She's the one the messaged me and got me off my lazy butt to write this. For future reference, if I ever do this again, just message me. My guilt complex will kick in and you'll have a chapter within 24 hours. Do you just love that about me? Now I honestly know what I'm going to write for the next chapter, but I'm going out of town next week. So it may or may not be up before then. I'll try because I still feel bad. Until next time! Ta!