a/n: Ok, so this is my first fan fic ever! Please be honest, but kind, in your reviews. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated; profanity and rudeness is not. And yes, I know its short, but I promise the next chapters will be longer!Emilia
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Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Save me, lead me from my solitude
Say you want me with you here, beside you…
The Phantom sang softly in Christine's ear, stroking her hair as he whispered words meant only for her, and that he had longed to say for so long. Christine sighed and leaned further into the cradle of his arms, until the realization of the hauntingly familiar tune struck. Slowly, she turned to face him, and as he clasped her left hand in both of his she raised her right to caress his face. His voice rose in a passionate crescendo as he finished his declaration of love for her.
Anywhere you go, let me go too! Christine, that's all I ask of…
His words were cut off as Christine raised his mask, pulling his wig along with it. The audience screamed as the twisted and lumpy flesh of the right side of his face was revealed under the bright lights of the stage. The Phantom looked down at Christine with those grey-green eyes that could both threaten and adore, but now only showed pain, sadness, and resignation at the horror he was sure he would see on her face.
But to his surprise, and even to Christine's, she didn't pull away. She didn't even flinch. This was, after all, her beloved Angel of Music, who had turned out to be nothing but a man. The man who had befriended a sad lonely orphan girl so many years ago, and who had listened to her when no one else would. The man who had both inspired her voice, and become frighteningly obsessed with her. He was the man who loved her, and who had ignited feelings of passion and longing her innocence had never felt before. And now, he was finally, truly revealed to her.
Dropping the mask at her feet, Christine placed her left hand on his marred cheek, and braced herself on his chest with the other. She tilted her face up to his, and closed her eyes as she pressed her trembling lips to his own. The Phantom was so shocked by this he couldn't even respond—he just stood there, shocked that his sweet Christine was actually kissing him—a monster! Christine pulled away, smiling up at him. And then he found the courage to act, as he pulled her close to him and crushed his lips upon hers for the kiss he had wanted for so long.
The puzzled audience whispered to each other in confusion—was this some new twist to the plot? What a strange opera they had come to see tonight! Raoul looked on in shock and grief as his betrothed blissfully returned the Phantom's kiss with a passion she had never shown for him. This was NOT part of their plan!
The pair finally broke apart, and the Phantom whispered to Christine, "Do you trust me, mon ange?"
"Of course," she replied. "Then hold on tight to me," he instructed as he kicked a lever, opening a trap door that sent them plunging down into the cellars of the opera house.
I hope you like it so far...please review! I'm anxious to know what people think, and whether or not I should continue it!