Captivity Defined

Chapter Five

No sound of footsteps were heard, and yet the masked man descended rapidly down the marble stairs of his mansion towards his one and only destination: Christine Daaé.

Tonight, she would lay in his arms, her petite form would rest in his bed....

He chuckled as the doors closed behind him, leaving him in complete darkness, his golden eyes shining in the depths of the darkness of the underground tunnels.

He would never have to yearn for his Angel to be with him again... She would be his tonight; and that, was unquestionable.

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Christine walked into her dressing room as if in a dream, a smile adorning her features like a jewelled crown on a beloved queen. She had just finished singing the lead role in one of the biggest and most famous Operas at this point in time!
For the young, innocent girl, this was an unexpected, yet very much welcomed, victory in one out of a million races in her life.

She sighed dreamily and sat down at her vanity, thinking of what it had felt like to be on the stage. The rush of adrenaline intertwined with the sickening feeling that she may fail, created a climax of emotion she had never before felt. It had truly been an incredible, and yet exhausting night.

Slowly, Christine raised her hands to her hair, which was currently pinned up in an elegant bun, several curls pulled out elegantly down to frame her perfect, unblemished face. Pin by pin, she let her hair out of its Bobby-pinned cafe, allowing it to cascade down to past her waist in a waterfall of beautiful dark brown curls.

At last her hair was completely down, and she stood from her vanity, a soft smile still on her face. She walked to the closet slowly, slipping her feet out of her shoes on the way there. Opening the closet doors, she took out her night dress, which was really nothing more than a bodice. She changed out of the fancy dress she was currently wearing into her night dress, then hung the beautiful gown back in the closet.

It wasn't a moment afterwords that a knock on the door brought Christine out of her daydreams back to reality. Quickly she wrapped her robe around her, and opened the door. Seeing Madame Giry, she smiled warmly at her ballet instructor.

Madame Giry smiled back, then handed Christine a glass of red wine. "I thought you might want to celebrate your success. You did beautiful tonight, my dear."

Christine smiled and thanked her, and without another word Madame Giry took her leave, closing the door behind her. Christine smiled at the door, and took a sip of her red wine, wanting to enjoy it while she could. Normally the corps de ballet weren't allowed to drink wine or alcohol, in order to keep them from getting overly intoxicated so that they may continue practicing their strenuous routines daily.

Much too soon, Christine had finished the delicious red wine, which had made her taste buds erupt in a pleasure she had never yet experienced. As Christine set the glass on the desk, she found herself suddenly extremely tired and walked to the door.

She did not feel the unblinking golden eyes on her, watching her every single movement. He could practically smell her sweet scent, the smell enough to drive his body crazy with desire. Watching her change had been nothing for him... He had had the opportunity to watch his Angel change many times, but he always turned around at the last second possible, knowing that if he allowed himself to give in to his curiosity he would surely be overcome and would never be able to resist his urges which were bound to come in the future.

Suddenly the strongest urgency for her to be with him forever, to hold her in his arms, took over the masked man as he silently slid open the mirror unbeknownst to the young soprano. His footsteps made absolutely no sound on the floor, as he descended towards his Christine with the graceful movements of an unearthly being, as if the world itself was not worthy of his very footsteps.

With a silent swish of his majestic cloak, the masked man caught Christine just before she hit the ground unconscious. The last thing the young soprano saw was dark golden eyes staring intensely at her as unconsciousness beckoned her, and she gave in to the call.

He smirked, wrapping his arms around the petite body of the young soprano. As he did so, he untied the strings on her robe, allowing it to fall to the ground gracefully. He let his eyes roam over her body, the silky white bodice clinging to his Angel's every curve, sending his heartbeat to spasms of delight, but he ignored the emotions that threatened to overcome him and lifted Christine in his arms, smirking down at her.

He carried her towards the mirror, and the last thing that could be seen of the mysterious, golden-eyed masked man and the beautiful, young soprano, was the elegant flip of his magnificent cape as the two-sided mirror silently slid closed, shutting the two off from the outside world forever.