Phantom: A Retelling
Part One: Illusions
Might as well start this off with a disclaimer...I own nothing, more literally than ever this time. All characters associated with this story belong to Gaston Leroux, Susan Kay, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Joel Schumacherand anyone elseI may have forgotten. So with that out of the way don't sue and enjoy the story.
"Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave,young suitor, sharing in my triumph!"
Christine turned away from the door at the sound of her Angel's angry voice, heart beating rapidly in her chest. Her eyes darted around the room, helplessly trying the sound of his voice as she sang her own response, "Angel! I hear you! Speak - I listen…stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me…enter at last, Master!"
"Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror - I am there inside!"
Christine turned and faced herself in the tall mirror, watching as the dim shape of a white mask seemed to blend into her own reflection. She took a tentative step forward as the shape became more prominent, and the figure of a man shrouded in black became visible. Then came his voice, gently calling her forward, and she listened.
"I am your Angel of Music…come to me Angel of music…"
The door handle rattle and her attention was drawn away from the mirror for a moment by the sound of Raoul's voice, "Whose is that voice…? Who is that in there…?"
"I am your Angel of music…"
"Christine! Christine!" Raoul called again, but she ignored it, too entranced by the voice of her Angel.
"Come to me Angel of Music…"
Christine stepped forward and placed her hand in that of her Angel's outstretched one. It was cold and clad in a leather glove, but his strong fingers closed gently over hers as he led her through the mirror and into the passageway behind it.
Erik could not believe what was happening and carefully led his angel through the passageway, glancing back every few second to make sure that she was still there. She seemed to be in a sort of trance, looking around wide-eyes as if there were something magical about the dreary cobweb filled tunnels. It did not matter to him though, he had her with him, that was all he cared about.
Erik led her to where a gorgeous black stallion was waiting and aided her onto its back before leading it down the long stair case to where the boat was tied. It proved no trouble to get her into the gondola and he quickly followed and began to row through the labyrinth that led to the lake, and his home. Christine continued to look around in amazement.
When they reached the entrance to his lair he opened the grate in front of it and docked the boat by the shore, leaping out and swiftly removing his cloak before turning to face her, still nervous and unsure of what to do. She was gazing around the room as if in disbelief.
"I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne…to this kingdom where all must pay homage to my music...my music…You have come here, for one purpose and one alone…Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing, for my music…my music," he sang, first moving away from the boat and showing her the glory of his lair, then slowly moving back towards her, and watching her reaction.
Christine listened dimly to his voice until he was right in front of her again, murky eyes looking into her own. In those eyes she could see complete adoration and desire as well as a sort of uncertainty. Then his voice filled the air again as he helped her out of the boat.
"Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation…Darkness stirs and wakes imagination…Silently the senses abandon their defences…" his voice faded and she began to get up as he reached his hand out to help her from the boat. She took his hand and followed his as he began to lead her forward.
"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour…Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender…" as he sang he beckoned her forward and she turned her head away to look around her new surroundings, but he gently cupped her chin and turned her face back to look at him "Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts way from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night."
He let go of her hand and leapt up a set of stairs before turning to face her again, "Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!" she obeyed him and allowed his voice to wash over her, leaving her with a strange lingering feeling, only opening her eyes when the high note had passed, "And you'll live as you've never lived before…"
He offered his hand again and she willingly followed him up the stairs, "Softly, deftly, music shall caress you…Hear it, feel it secretly possess you…" she held her breath as his face came so close that she could feel his warm breath as he circled around, she turned to follow him, "Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind in this darkness which you know you cannot fight - the darkness of the music of the night."
She watched as he moved away and a smile graced his lips as he began to circle behind the large pipe organ, his voice reaching another powerful note, "Let your mind start a journey to a strange, new world! Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me…"
And again he was in front of her, fingers touching her chin, eyes seemingly boring into her soul. The it started again, "Floating, falling…sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me…savour each sensation.
His hands roamed over her as he sang, across her breast down to her thigh and she suppressed a gasp as his hand took her own and brushed it across his cheek. She turned and again his face was so close, close enough to feel his breath or his lips but again he sang and started to move away, guising her.
"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 night…"
He smiled at her and she couldn't help but smile back as he pulled back a curtain. She turned and found herself to be looking back at what seemed to be her own reflection. But it wasn't. It was her, dressed in a wedding dress. Suddenly the entire night's events seemed to culminate and her head felt light and the edges of her vision went dark.
Erik barely had time to catch her as she fainted. He sighed and cursed himself inwardly. It had all been going to well. He picked her up and carried her to the large bed shaped like a swan and carefully laid her down, "you alone can make my song take flight - help me make the music of the night…"
He brushed his hand across her cheek and then backed away slowly, pulling the curtain of the bed down so she was only visible through the dark veil. He stood there for a moment, just watching her then turned away and went back into his lair. He did not know what he would do now, he hadn't thought that far ahead and now cursed himself for his own stupidity.
She would not want to stay. When she woke up she would no doubt realize where she was and who she was with. Then she would become frightened and want to return to the theatre. It had been foolish to think otherwise. But maybe, just maybe she wouldn't care, maybe she would want to stay.
He sighed again and scratched the back of his neck irritably and loosened his cravat. It would be hours before she awoke so he had time to think. With another sigh he shrugged off his jacket and removed the cravat entirely. The stupid this was terribly uncomfortable at times. Then he took off his waistcoat and changed his shirt, slipping on a robe overtop of it. He then sat down at thedesk and rested his chin on folded hands, he would need to come up with a plan. He only wished that his mind didn't seem to be so utterly blank. With a resigned sigh he pulled a piece of paper and a pen towards him. He could start by sending notes to all those who he needed under his contol or gone.
A/N: So that was the first chapter of my movie rewrite, hope you enjoyed it. I'm cutting out a lot of the singing because...well who sings all the time? I mean, yes, there was that one day in the halls at school, but that was once. Also because they didn't sing their ways through life in the first story so it would be a bit weird for them to start now.