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The Phantom

"There  is no Phantom of the Opera." Raoul sang to Christine. "Raoul, I've been there! To his world of unending night, to a world where the daylight dissolves into darkness...darkness." Christine sang as she turned away and her eyes went wide. "Raoul, I've seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face in that darkness...darkness." she sang as she turned away with a look of wonder on her face. "But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In that night there was music in my mind...and through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before..." she sang, but Raoul butted in with "What you heard was a dream and nothing more." "Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world. Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore..." Christine sings after Raoul is done talking. "Christine, Christine." Raoul sang. "Christine." I heard a soft, yet angel like voice sing. As if she heard it too, Christine looked up confused. "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 sang and I tried not to make a gagging sound at his girly voice. "Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always. Promise me that all you say is true. That's all I ask of you." Christine sang back, but headed towards the door. "I love you Christine." Raoul said and kissed her, picking her up and spinning her around. "I love you too Raoul. Have your horses at the door, for after the show." Christine said smiling as they left the roof. When they were gone, I noticed that she dropped The Phantom's rose, and he walked out of his hiding space and walked over to it. When he reached it, he knelt down, and started singing. "I gave you my music, made your song take flight, and now, how you've repaid me, denied me, and betrayed me. He was bound to love you when he heard you sing. Christine..." he sang in a broken tone. I slowly walked towards him, and knelt down. "Hey, it'll be okay." I whispered to him, and then hugged him. He tensed for a minute, but then relaxed and cried. "I'm here for you, I promise Phantom." I said and sat beside him till he was done crying. "Who are you?" he asked me with a strong voice. "I am Isabelle monsieur, but you may call me Belle, but may I know your name?" I said as kindly as possible. He looked shocked, but replied with "My name is Erik." and stood up. "What a handsome name for a handsome man." I said smiling slightly. "Why aren't you afraid?" he asked me. "I'm not easily frightened, Erik." I said looking down ashamed. "Because you've seen me you must come with me." He said and led me down to his home. "It's beautiful." I exclaimed smiling brightly. I looked around and saw his organ. "May I play it?" I asked motioning to the organ. "No, you may not." he said walking over to it and sitting down. He began to play it, and as I noticed the melody, I started to sing. "Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation, darkness stirs, and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses, slowly gently night unfurls its splendor grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender, turn your face away, from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from the cold, unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night. Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, put your thoughts off the life you knew before, close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before. Softly deftly music shall caress you, hear it, feel it. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness that you know you cannot fight, the darkness of the music of the night. Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world, leave all thoughts of the life you knew before, let your soul take you where you long to be. Only then can you belong to me. Floating, falling, sweet intoxication, touch me, trust me, savor each sensation, let the dream begin, let your darker side give in, to the power of the music that I write, the power of the music of the night. You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night." I sang, but then looked down ashamed of my voice. I walked away, hoping he somehow didn't hear me sing. "That was beautiful, but how did you know my song?" he said as I was walking away, and I stopped dead in my tracks. "I don't know honestly." I said looking over my shoulder at him.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm hoping that you like this book so far. I am going to be dedicated to this book till it is done. I hope you will enjoy this story as much as I am going to enjoy writing it.