The Untold Story of the Phantom of the Opera

The Phantom's Lair

He was the phantom. The Phantom of the Opera! But he was flesh and blood, not a ghost at all. It didn't matter and for the first time I felt free, with him. The water, which snug from room to room by tiny creaks in the dungeons, was like a glassy lake, with mist columns dancing on it like fairies.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.
"So you can to sing to me-" he didn't finish his sentence. As he stood there in the light of the candles' glow, he looked more and more like a phantom, but yet he was still nothing but a man in a mask. "The first time I heard you sing, Christine, I have been needing you with me. Your voice is incredibly tremendous - and I'm in love with it." My head felt heavy and though light. Dizzy was the word.

"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences"

He went back for me.

"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night"

He inhaled, ready to sing with a higher note and more powerful voice.

"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of 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
secretly possess you"

He touched my cheek softly, with his hands.

"Open up your mind;
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot find
The darkness of the music of the night"

His voice was so amazingly perfect, gentle, trustful and believable. He made me feel in love, with him, with his voice.

"Let your mind start to 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"

He turned me around, so my back was in front of him and I felt his breath sensually caressing my neck.

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me
Savour each sensation"

He caressed my front and I closed my eyes, it felt nice. His hand on top of my stomach, gently exploring.

"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"

Again he let me through his lair, pass the burning candles, till we came to an extra chamber with blood-red curtains with golden threats on the walls. A silver-metallic swan shaped bed with blood-red pillows and covers were placed in the middle of the chamber.

"You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night"

A long pause was flying around in the air and between the figurines and candles. He was literally breathtaking with his marvellous voice and deeply blue eyes.
"I love you Christine, my Angel of Music." He said and grabbed my hands, increasing his grasp besides I didn't care how hard he tightened his grip, I couldn't help it but I wanted him with every fibre of my being! In my mind a giant lust wanted me to seize his beautiful lips towards mine.
Looking at his eyes - one free, one behind his white mask - I said smiling "You're making my knees into water-"
And then he kissed me. I kissed back. Intense, deep and passionate, the touch of our lips were powerful. We started a new kiss. A tinkering feeling floated through my body, and made me start a new kiss. I could feel a tickled in my body in places I never thought would have a ticklish spot. He loosened his grip around my hands and I placed them around his neck, feeling his smooth black hair. His hands once again began exploring my body.
He lifted me then I placed my legs around his waist, it was like he wanted that because after that moment he walked towards a wall so I was leaning my back against it. He was the most beautiful angel I've ever met.