A/N: I know, I know, I should be working on my other fanfic, but I have several ideas for that bouncing around in my skull, and I can't decide which one to use! I'll try to update soon! Anyways, this is just how I thought Phantom of the Opera should've gone. It would've been loads better! Oneshot! Enjoy! Remember Reviews make my day!The Opera Roof
I stood behind the statue of a horse, watching Raoul and Christine exchange loving remarks.
'No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you -my words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you..." Raoul was saying tenderly. Christine replied, smiling up at him. She didn't notice Raoul flip his hair and pull out a mirror to examine his reflection. "Narcissist." I muttered under my breath. How could Christine fall for him, of all people? His hair was longer than was decent, and he always wore loose, billowy clothing, as if wishing he were a girl! I shuddered. Christine would be happier with me! She belonged to me!
"All I want is freedom, a world with no more night... and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me..." Christine held onto Raoul's arm lovingly, trusting the vain fool completely. And the idiot didn't seem to care!
say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime...let me lead
from your solitude...Say you need me with you here, beside you...anywhere you go, let me go too -Christine, that's all I ask of you..." Raoul's words had a dull, learned by heart sound. He was gazing into the distance, occasionally flipping his hair and preening himself. Seeing him flip his hair…. My control broke. With a wild yell, I leaped out from behind the horse statue and dashed toward the young couple.
Christine stepped out of my way automatically but Raoul didn't. He stood there, an idiotic grin on his face, his fingers running through his hair. It was altogether too easy to push Raoul to the edge of the snowy roof and off the side.
"Christine!" Raoul shouted. He had time for one last hair flip before he fell out of view. I turned to face Christine, not ashamed of what I had done in the slightest. She had a horrorstruck look on her pale face, and her wide brown eyes were wide.
"Erik…" She whispered. "Why?"
"It…It was the hair flip!" I confessed. "He did it constantly. And he was always admiring himself in that mirror of his!"
"Thank you, Erik!" Christine threw her arms around me, squeezing me tight. Success was mine! Raoul was dead and Christine belonged to me! Taking her small hand, I led her down to my underground lair, happy at last.
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