Tomorrow night I am to be wed to my childhood sweetheart, Raoul, Victome de Changy. I am very excited and scared to get married to him tomorrow. Any bride-to-be feels like this, but not for the same reasons. I am excited because I love him with all my heart and soul, but I am afraid that I might be making the wrong choice. Raoul is my childhood sweetheart. I have always felt feelings for him, but they are not as strong as they use to be. They were strong when we played by the sea together as children. As the years went by my feelings faded for him. Erik, he is my Angel Of Music. When I first moved into the Opera Populaire as a child, after my Father had passed away, he took me in under his wing. I was lost and confused and didn't know what to do and he helped me through it. He has always been there for me. Everyone has said that my Angel had died, but I do not believe it. He was very good at hiding himself without ever being found. I know he is out there somewhere roaming the streets of Paris.
When I wed tomorrow night, it won't be the same without Erik being there beside me where he always has been. He deserves to come to the wedding. He might not want to go, but it's worth a try.
I sat down at my desk and began to write my Angel's wedding invitation.
Tomorrow night I am to be wed to Raoul, Victome de Changy. I know you have so much hatred towards him, but it would mean everything if you came to our wedding. It will not be the same without my Angel Of Music being there to see me wed. I also know that there is a good chance that you are upset with me as well. I am sorry for how I treated you. I should have never done that. Your deformity makes you, you. You shouldn't be ashamed of it. I believe you are quite beautiful. You truly are, my Angel. Please come to the wedding tomorrow night. If you don't want to be seen, leave a single red rose as you usually do so that I can know if my Angel was there to see me wed Raoul. Please come tomorrow night. I love you, Angel.
I wonder where my Angel is. I have not seen him since the Opera Populaire caught on fire because of the falling chandelier incident. Did he ever return to his lair? I began to fold the invitation to put in an envelope, but then I looked at the time. It was still early, but it was getting dark fast. Should I go check to see if my Angel had went back to his lair after all the chaos that happened that night at the Opera Populaire? I stood up and put on a long, black coat. It's going to be dark inside the Opera Populaire. I found a small candle and a match and put it in my coat pocket. I put Erik's invitation in the opposite pocket and went outside to find a horse drawn carriage to get a ride to the Opera Populaire.
I stood outside for minutes waiting for a carriage to go by. Several minutes later I saw a carriage coming towards me.
"Monsieur! Monsieur! I need a ride! Please, Monsieur!" I yelled trying to get the man driving the carriage to notice me.
After a little while of hollering, he noticed me and pulled up beside me. He held his hand out for me to put money in.
"10 francs." he said to me. I dug deep into my dirty pockets to find 10 francs. When I did I handed them to the man. "Where to Madame?" he asked politely.
"To the old Opera Populaire." I told him. Then we were off to the Opera Populaire.
"If I may ask, why are you going to the Opera Populaire, Madame? It hasn't been running for months and it is getting dark very fast. It was burned down because apparently this "Phantom of the Opera," fellow cut the chandelier down and it burnt down the whole Opera Populaire." he asked me.
I did not know how to respond. I could not tell him why I was going there. "I-I am going there to meet a friend in front of the burnt down Opera Populaire." I replied lying to him.
The rest of the ride was silent. The man did not say a word to me and I did not say a word back to him.
Minutes later we arrived at the Opera Populaire. It was now almost completely dark outside.
"Have a nice night, Madame." the man driving the carriage said to me as he road off into the darkness.
I took a deep breath and turned towards the Opera Populaire. I began to walk up the steps into the Opera Populaire. Each step I hesitated a little more than the one before. Eventually I made it to the doors of the Opera Populaire. I placed my hand on the door handle and looked around to make sure no one saw me. I quickly turned the knob, walked into the Opera Populaire, and shut the door behind me. I took out the candle in my pocket and lit it so that I can see.
I walked around the Opera Populaire trying to find my dressing room. After walked around all the charred wood taking each step cautiously, I finally found my dressing room. There was nothing left of it. Mostly everything was badly charred or completely disintegrated into ash.
"Christine...Christine..." I heard a familiar voice sing softly. I looked around and saw no one standing around me.
"Who is it?" I asked curiously. I heard footsteps walking towards the dressing room door. I saw a man standing there in the shadows. I gasped. Could it be? Was it him? "Is that you, Erik?" I asked anxiously hoping it was him.
"It is me my dear, Christine. What are you doing back here at the Opera Populaire?" he asked me not moving from the shadows.
"I came to find you." I told him. I reached into my pocket and took out Erik's wedding invitation. "Come out from the shadows. I have something to give to you." I told him holding out his invitation. My arm started to tremble from nervousness.
"Come down with me to my lair first." he told me. He held his hand out towards me. I put his invitation back into my pocket and took his gloved hand.
I followed him through the volts of the Opera Populaire. Nothing has changed down here. It was still dark, gloomy, and damp as it use to be. After traveling through the volts of the Opera Populaire I climbed into his boat and off we went to his lair.
When we arrived to the main part of his lair, he got off his boat first and then he helped me off his boat. It was very dark. Some candles were lit, only enough to see shapes and not detail. He took my hand once again and headed into his bedroom. It looks just how I remember it.
He walked over to his bed and sat down. I followed close behind and sat next to him.
"I thought this would be more comfortable than standing on a charred wooden floor." he said to me sarcastically. I briefly let out a chuckle.
I reached into my pocket hesitantly and took out his invitation and handed it to him without saying a word. He opened up the invitation and read it to himself silently.
A minute later he looked at me and said, "Christine, you know how much I would love to come to your wedding..." he said. I smiled. "But, I cannot." he said to me. My smile had completely vanished from my face.
"But, why?" I asked him sadly.
"You know the reasons why I cannot come to yours and the Vicomte's wedding." he said getting slightly angered by talking about Raoul. He stood up and started pacing around his room.
"I know you don't like-" I began to say when I was interrupted.
"I have true hatred towards that fool, Christine!" he exclaimed stomping his feet on the cold hard floor. I jumped in fear of him raising his voice.
"I know, but it would mean the world to me if you came." I said walking towards him slowly.
"How come it would mean the world to you if I came to your wedding? I have never meant that much to you before." he said softly.
"You have always meant that much to me. Always." I said wrapping my arms around his neck and placed my head gently on his chest. He gently shoved me out of his arms knocking me off balance.
"Really, Christine? Really?! I hate to say this, but I cannot believe you! I have loved you for the longest time and you left me here alone and went with your precious Vicomte instead! Alone in the dungeon of my black despair! Alone in the prison of my mind!" he hollered slamming his fists against his nightstand.
I ran up behind and forced him to turn around. I looked at him deep into his mismatched eyes. My heart began to race. I had this feeling. A strong feeling that I had never felt before. It was extraordinary. It was uncontrolable. What was this strange feeling? Was it was love? Do I have pure true love for Erik, my Angel of Music? I can't love him. I love Raoul. I reached my head up and pressed my lips on Erik's cold, soft, deformed lips. He grabbed my arms and pulled me away. "Christine, what in the hell are you doing?" he asked me.
"I care about you!" I told him.
"You know I love you, Christine. But I can't and I won't." he said looking away.
"I want you to. I want to feel you." I said to him trying to break free of his arms. He is too strong for me. I could not break free from his tight grip.
"You want to feel m-me?" he said curiously looking back at me. His grip on my arms loosened. I shook my head telling him that I truly want to feel him. He smirked briefly and let go of my arms. He wrapped his arms around my waist pushing me closer to him. I wrapped my arms gently around his neck. He put his forehead against mine. "Are you sure about this?" he asked holding me tightly in his arms.
"I have never been more sure about anything else." I said to him. I tore off his mask and wig. He hand rushed to his face and covered his deformity.
"Christine, I think I should keep-" he said shamefully.
I pressed my finger on his lips. "Your face doesn't bother me any longer. You're beautiful." I said.
He began nipping at my neck. I let out a sensual groan. Each kiss more passionate than the last. I slid my coat off my shoulders and onto the floor. He picked me up and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. He carefully laid me on his bed and crawled on top of me. I began to take off his black jacket and threw it on the ground next to the bed. Then I took off his vest and his white dress shirt and tossed them across the room. I could barely see a thing, but I saw scars all across his chest.
"Christine, I don't think we-" he started to say.
"It's alright, Angel. I promise." I said smiling.
He continued kissing me lovingly and passionately. He ripped off my dress without even taking his eyes off of my face and tossed it on the floor. I took off his belt, then his trousers, and then finally his undergarments. When I took his undergarments off he stopped kissing me and looked away.
"Angel, you are so beautiful." I said looking at his bare body.
He let out a laugh. "Christine, I am not-" he started to say.
"Yes, you are. You are so beautiful. So very beautiful." I said kissing his tender neck.
He turned his head towards me, smiled, and started to kiss my neck. I felt the cold chill of his lips go from my neck all the way to my lips. Then he took of my corset and the rest of my undergarmets.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Christine?" he asked me. He began kissing my neck slowly and sensually.
"I do." I said softly.
As he entered me I groaned in slight pain, "Oh, Erik!"
"Did I hurt you?" he asked worrily.
"No, no. Please don't stop!" I commanded breahtlessly. The pain that I was in slowly disappeared as he thrust himself into me again.
My Angel was making love to me. Nothing has ever been this perfect. Nothing will ever be this perfect. I put my hands on his bare back and pushed him closer to me. I felt the sweat from his chest and stomach touch my warm body. He sat up holding his weight with his elbows. I then began kissing his scars that were indented across his chest. Our bodies entwined together as one. His bare body was pressing against mine. Erik started making love to me forcefully and passionately. He thrust himself into me several times. Each time I could not help but let out a sensual groan. He caressed the side of my body all the way to the side of my bare thigh. He moved his hand up to my lower back and pushed himself deeper into me. We both let out an orgasmic groan. Soon we finished together as one.
Nothing but my true love making love to me. It felt amazing. It felt pleasuring. It felt perfect.
When this was over he looked into my eyes, smiled, and kissed me once more.
"Oh, Christine." he said breathing heavily moving to the other side of his bed.
"Erik...You are perfect." I said turning facing away from him trying to catch my breath.
"Christine, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong? Do you regret doing this?" he asked several different questions. He moved over next to me, pressed his bare body against mine, and kissed my shoulder repeatedly.
He didn't do anything wrong. It was me. I let him take my virginity the night before my wedding. How could I do this to Raoul? Maybe he won't know? I shouldn't hide it from him, but I have to for mine and Erik's safety.
"You didn't hurt me and you didn't do anything wrong." I answered. I turned around facing him again. I pushed him making him lay down on the bed. I placed my head on his bare chest and wrapped my arm across his stomach. "I will never, for any circumstances, regret doing this with you here on this night." I said.
"Christine, it is getting late. You must sleep now." he told me.
"Do you have a robe I can wear to sleep?" I asked. He got out of bed and put on silky black pajama trousers. He walked around looking for a robe. Then he came across a black silky robe.
"Here you are, my love." he said to me handing me the robe. I put the robe on and laid back down with him.
"Goodnight my, Angel." I said to him as I kissed him.
"Goodnight, Christine. I love you." he told me as he kissed me in return. I placed my head on his bare chest and wrapped my arm around his stomach and entwined our fingers together. He put his hand gently on my waist and pushed me as close as I could be to him.
I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I am getting married tomorrow to Raoul and I am no longer a virgin. I just made love to another man and I am getting married to his enemy tomorrow. What should I do? I love Raoul, he is my childhood sweetheart. But, Erik, he is my Angel of Music and my true love. When I wake up tomorrow I shall make my final choice.
I shut my eyes again and fell asleep.