Amor Numquam Moritur
Chapter 1: Don Juan Triumphs
I was on stage waiting for Piangi to begin singing after singing my part. But when the man came out on stage my heart stopped in my chest and I couldn't bring myself to move for a moment. That voice; the one that sends shivers down my spine and causes my heart to beat faster was on stage with me. What was the Phantom of all people doing on stage? Did he realise there were guards in every corner and they were waiting for the signal from Raoul to kill him on sight? Why was I feeling like this? Why didn't I want Raoul to give the order for the Phantom to be shot? Before I had any more time to think he came up behind me and embraced me with a hand around my neck; it was almost like he was strangling me. His touch set my skin alight and all I could do was close my eyes in surrender.
It felt so strange touching Christine so intimately again since that night after her Hannibal debut. I can't believe she was closing her eyes in such rapture but I mentally shook my head knowing she was only surrendering to my touch to play the part; not because she liked me in any shape or form. I had to compose myself as I wanted to kiss her until she ran out of air to breathe. I never realised how passionately I felt about Christine until I saw these same feelings being poured out into the music. I wrote this for Christine and to show my feelings for her even though no-one would truly know about these feelings except me. As I finished my line I could see her breathing heavily and then she started to sing and I stared at her in rapture.
I could hear myself breathing heavily for a moment but I then maintained my composure and started to sing like nothing happened. But I couldn't ignore the feelings stirring within me when he touched me so intimately. Why was I feeling like this? I loved Raoul more than anything else in the world but was that true love? Or were these feelings nothing more than the ones siblings share? Why did I feel so confused? I couldn't love a man who lied to me, kidnapped me on the night of my debut, murder a man and resort to fighting over me to win my love. Could I truly have fallen in love with my Angel of Music? Before I realised it we were climbing up the stairs to the bridge and our voices were entwining together in a beautiful melody. I could feel myself become lost in the music once more and I didn't want this to end.
All I could do was stand and watch as Christine; my Angel began to sing. As usual she sounded like an angel but there was something there that I couldn't put my finger on; that something wasn't there previously. But what could it possibly be? Suddenly, I realised what it was; there was more passion in her voice. But where did it come from? All the times we rehearsed that passion was never there and all of a sudden it was evident in her voice. It then hit me like a lightning bolt; she was singing so passionately because that insolent boy of hers was in the audience! Well after tonight she will be mine and if that boy gets in the way then I shall have to dispose of him. Every so often I looked up at my box and could see the insolent fop clenching his fists angrily like he was trying to restrain himself. I had to concentrate on our duet though; this will be the moment when I express my feelings to my angel. I just hope she will return these feelings to me but I doubted it considering she accepted the boy's proposal. Although if she was marrying the boy then why didn't she ever wear his ring to the masquerade or any other time for that matter? Now was the time to express my feelings and propose to her. I started to sing the lines of a familiar song that caused heartbreak and pain for me but they felt so romantic at the same time. For a moment Christine just lay in my arms with her head against my chest and her eyes closed in rapture. But I saw her suddenly open her eyes and I knew she realised what song I was singing; but did she understand the meaning and emotion behind the song?
I didn't have to be an expert to know that the Phantom was proposing to me. But what could I do? I could see Raoul watching us carefully; almost like he was calculating his movements and waiting for the right moment to strike. But I didn't want him to hurt my Angel. Where was Raoul when my father died? Raoul didn't even remember me until my debut but my Angel was there with me every step of the way. I didn't need to think anymore and I looked straight into his eyes. I placed my hand on his face before promptly removing the mask and kissing him passionately on the lips. I heard shocked gasps from the audience as well as crying from my Angel. I also however could hear an anguished and angry cry and I turned around and saw Raoul with a gun in his hand and a crazed look in his eyes...