Author's Note: I decided to have this chapter be in third person and the words in Italics are what is being sung. Also the only reason this is rated PG is because of the song (For those of you familiar with the story, you KNOW which song I'm talking about!)
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!!!!!!!!! ALL I OWN IS ISA, THIS LAPTOP, AND THE COOKIE I'M EATING!!!!!!!!!! PHANTOM OF THE OPERA BELONGS TO ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER AND GASTON LEROUX!!!!!!!! (IF ANYONE CAN COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT THING I STOLE FROM THE BOOK AND PUT IN THIS CHAPTER, YOU GET A COOKIE!!!!!!) ENJOY! :)
Third Person POV
No thoughts within her head
But thoughts of joy
No dreams within her heart
But dreams of love! Christine sang as she strolled onto stage as Amita, giving Erik his cue.
Erik appeared from behind the curtain and one of the actors bowed and said “Master.”
Passarino, Erik sang. Go away for the trap is set and waits for it’s prey! Isa watched in horror as he walked farther onto the stage and continued to sing,
You have come here,
In pursuit of your deepest urge,
In pursuit of that wish which til now has been silent
Christine turned to look at Erik and a look of recognition played across her pale face. Erik realized that she knew, so he put a finger to his lips as he repeated
Silent…
I have brought you,
That our passions may fuse and merge,
In your mind you’ve already succumb to me,
Dropped all defenses completely succumb to me,
Now you are here with me,
No second thoughts,
You’ve decided
Decided,
Past the point of no return,
No backward glances,
Our games of make believe,
Are at an end,
Past all thought of if or when,
No use resisting,
Abandon thought and let the dream descend,
He came up behind her and put an arm around her so his hand was at her throat and her head could lean back on his shoulder as he sang:
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us?
The hand that was at Christine’s throat, ran down her arm and Erik took her hand before he continued to sing. Isa, who was standing just off stage, watched the performance with a racing heart. She was terrified for Erik but also so jealous of Christine, for holding Erik’s undivided attention.
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